Pamper your waist

Chapter 71
"Okay, okay, you don't need to say anything. In this case, let's forget it."

He thought for a moment and decided that Wang Qingyao's matter should be settled as soon as possible to avoid any further trouble.

"I will discharge you from the hospital tomorrow. I will let you know when I have determined the time. Come over then and we will talk in detail when we meet."

"Then let's do this for now. She will come over later, so I'll hang up first."

After saying that, he cut off the video directly.

As the video interface closed, An Yan breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

However, the next second, Sheng Yanchen hooked his long arm and pulled her directly into his arms, letting her sit on his lap.

An Yan now only feels exhausted and can no longer care about struggling.

Thinking of the thrilling moments she had just experienced, she glared angrily at this man who did whatever he wanted without knowing the importance!

She thought about it for a while, and seemed to feel annoyed by just glaring at him, so she raised her hand and squeezed his waist again.

"hiss……"

Sheng Yanchen suddenly showed his teeth and cracked his mouth in pain.

"It hurts...Are you going to commit murder? Are you willing to do it? Where can you find a perfect lover like me without me?"

Sure enough, she shouldn't expect him to say anything serious.

An Yan's face turned red instantly, and she didn't know whether she was shy because of his words or angry at him.

Sheng Yanchen smiled and gently rubbed the top of her hair as if appreciatively.

"Yes, he is very smart and reacts quickly, so I would say that we are a perfect match."

"Don't worry. With Sheng Chuhong's IQ, it's absolutely impossible for him to discover our affair."

An Yan's face didn't look good.

Cheating...

She really resisted this word from the bottom of her heart.

But she couldn't find a more suitable word to define their relationship.

She said nothing, pushed him away, stood up silently, and walked out of the bedroom.

Although Sheng Yanchen did what he did for her with good intentions, she still felt very uncomfortable here.

What needs to be said has been said, it's time to leave.

However, Sheng Yanchen didn't want to let her go just like that.

He stood up and followed her, grabbed her from behind, pulled her back again, and hugged her weak and slender waist.

"Why are you running? It's okay now anyway, so why leave in such a hurry."

"Let's go back after dinner. After all, this is the first time we come to our new home together. It's worth remembering, isn't it?"

After saying that, he didn't care whether An Yantong agreed or not, and dragged her directly to the kitchen.

Sheng Yanchen was well prepared. He had already had things delivered to him, and they were now placed on the kitchen island.

There are a lot of things, and it looks like the dishes of a high-end restaurant.

It's just that after such a long delay, the food has already gone cold and needs to be reheated before it can be eaten.

An Yan doesn't like using microwaves to heat food. She thinks it will destroy the taste of the ingredients.

So he walked to the stove, turned on the fire, poured in the vegetables that needed to be heated, and stir-fried again.

Sheng Yanchen was very discerning and helped her bring all the dishes that needed to be heated. Those that didn't need to be heated were brought directly to the table.

When returning to the pot, Anyan would pick out any vegetables containing onions, ginger and coriander and throw them into the trash can.

When Sheng Yanchen was about to come back to serve her food, he happened to see this scene, and Weiwei was stunned.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a moment, he walked to her side and lowered his eyes to look at her.

"How do you know I don't like these things?"

Hearing his question, An Yan was also stunned, and subconsciously tightened her grip on the spatula. "I...how did I know..."

"Maybe I heard the servants mention it inadvertently when I was helping out at the old house."

This statement is obviously untenable.

Sheng Yanchen looked at her leisurely, his thin lips slightly raised, as if he wanted to see how she could justify herself.

"But I've never told anyone this."

"Do you think my stepmother has such a broad mind? Will she care about my preferences?"

"She didn't think about how to poison me. I'm so thankful to God."

An Yan was obviously nervous, her whole body tensed up, but she couldn't admit it no matter what.

"Then... maybe I remember it wrong."

"It just so happens that I don't like eating these things, it's just a coincidence... You're overthinking..."

Sheng Yanchen lifted a strand of her long hair and played with it again and again.

"Well, that's quite a coincidence."

"I thought it was because you had been interested in me for a long time, so you paid special attention to my preferences."

An Yan knew that she was no match for him.

He was so thoughtful, and the more she talked, the more mistakes she would make.

So she chose to remain silent and heated the food seriously, deliberately pretending not to hear what he said.

Sheng Yanchen didn't reveal anything, but there was always a smile on his lips.

He watched her heat up the last dish, turn off the fire, and walk out with the dish.

He put his hands behind his back and followed.

An Yan ignored him, placed the plate on the table, and then turned back to get the tableware.

The moment he passed by, Sheng Yanchen felt a faint fragrance coming over him, and it was still the familiar smell.

He suddenly took action, grabbed her, leaned over, and took a deep sniff.

"It smells so good. Which perfume do you usually wear? It's so special. I seem to have never seen it before."

An Yan's heart skipped a beat and she subconsciously hid aside.

"It's nothing special...it's just...the most common bath soap, sold everywhere."

She picked up the tableware and hurried to the restaurant, trying to change the subject.

"Eat quickly, it will get cold again later."

"After dinner, I have to rush back early to take care of my daughter. She hasn't been in particularly good condition these past two days, so I don't feel reassured."

Sheng Yanchen looked at her back, thoughtfully.

This woman, should I say she doesn't understand amorous feelings, or is she too smart?

Many of her remarks and actions may seem inappropriate, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that they are actually just right.

It’s not that she has low emotional intelligence, but she is very perceptive of people’s hearts and knows where to start to manipulate them.

Just like just now, she knew that Sheng Chuhong had always been impatient with her daughter, so she said that the child was changing diapers.

She was sure that Sheng Chuhong would dislike it, so she used this to dispel his idea of ​​looking after the child.

Now, she wants to do it again.

She must have felt that no man would want to hear a woman talk about a child in the heat of the moment, and that the child was not his.

What she did was like pouring cold water on the other person's head. A normal person would definitely feel disappointed and give up, or maybe even leave angrily.

In this way, it played right into her hands and she was able to escape smoothly.

Sheng Yanchen curled his lips and smiled softly, as if he had discovered something interesting.

(End of this chapter)