Kiss Rose

Chapter 92 His Hidden
The dim warm light makes the ambiguous atmosphere in this small room even stronger.

The most beautiful atmosphere is hazy.

There was still a faint sweet scent of red wine between his lips and teeth. Jiang Qian was stunned and even forgot to push him away.

She trembled her eyelashes for a long time, and then the soft touch moved away. Zhou Shiyan's eyes became deep and his breathing was particularly heavy.

His dark brown eyes were filled with lust, and a little sweat appeared on his forehead. He seemed to have realized it only belatedly, and stood up in a panic.
"sorry."

He took his suit jacket, went out and closed the door, all in one smooth motion.

Jiang Qian'an propped himself up and sat up, staring at the closed door and recalling the figure of Zhou Shiyan who had just left.

She turned on the light in the room and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table. Her violent heartbeat showed no sign of calming down, but instead became more and more intense.

His fingertips touched his lips, which were still a little wet.

She did not resist, but Zhou Shiyan behaved quite differently.

After a while, she found Lin Wangshu in the phone list and dialed the number.

Tomorrow is also the Lin family's banquet. Lin Wangshu had just finished her work at this time. She saw Jiang Qian's call and felt a little strange. They would only call when things were extremely urgent. She swiped to answer the call with a worried tone.
"What's wrong? What happened in the middle of the night?"

"I remember you had a good psychiatrist before, right?" Jiang Qian looked out the bay window. The river was vast and calm, but there were some ripples. "If you're still here, push me."

The first time, Jiang Qian might have thought that he was just really drunk, but after it happened twice, the difference before and after and the obviously different colors in his eyes made it hard for her not to be suspicious.

Lin Wangshu pondered for a moment, but didn't ask what he wanted to ask. After agreeing, he gave the WeChat account to Jiang Qian'an.

These were the friends she had specifically made in the past, and she also learned some relevant psychological knowledge from them. At that time, she did it just for Xiao Shu.

Jiang Qian'an sent a friend request, but the other party seemed to be asleep and the request was not approved yet.

Zhou Shiyan started the engine and drove all the way to the riverside.

He closed the car windows and turned on the air conditioner to dispel the heat from his body.

His slender jade-like knuckles rested on the steering wheel, with distinct joints and bulging veins. If you look closely, you can see that his fingertips are trembling. He lowered his head and breathed hard. His usual dignity and elegance were gone, and he was almost out of control and in a mess.

Fragments of memory came to mind, some places were almost blank.

He couldn't remember when he kissed Jiang Qian'an. When he came to his senses, the distance between them was already too close.

The heat in the car dissipated, and the air-conditioning was turned to the highest setting, which made it feel a little cooler.

Zhou Shiyan calmed down, leaned back in his chair, and dialed the number overseas that he hadn't dialed for a long time.

The time difference there should be in the morning, and the call was answered very quickly.

"Mr. Zhou, you haven't called me for a long time. Are you not feeling well after returning home?"

“Your previous treatment plan did not completely cure me, and I developed a new condition.

I can't remember what I did, maybe once, maybe a second time, when I was drunk."

The other end's tone became serious, "Would you mind describing it in detail?"

Zhou Shiyan pursed his lips and hummed.

Finally, they came to the conclusion that "emotional cognitive disorder may be a precursor to schizophrenia.

You had something on your mind while I was treating you, so you can't blame me if you can't get better.

If you have time, come back to the clinic once you are confident that I will tell you everything."

".good."

The only thing he had hidden during the previous treatment was Jiang Qian'an's matter. At that time, there was almost no hope for that relationship. While blessing Jiang Qian'an, he also classified her as a relative in his heart.

Now, everything was different, and he himself had problems.

He met the psychologist by chance. The man told him that he had a mental illness, gave him a business card and left.

At that time, Zhou Shiyan's parents had passed away, and he had just worked abroad for a year before his career started to gain momentum.

He was very busy at that time and had no time to care about such trivial matters.

It was not until a few years later, when the company was established and everything was gradually stabilizing, that he discovered that he still couldn't sleep all night long and was not sleepy at all during the day. He realized that there might be something wrong with him.

Fortunately, he kept the card and did not lose it, so he was able to get through when he dialed the number.

The man ordered him to go to bed at 11 o'clock every night, and for a long time he could only rely on sleeping pills to fall asleep.

Later, I adjusted my work and rest schedule, exercised regularly and paid attention to nutrition, and I felt a little better. I could fall asleep at 11 o'clock without relying on medication.

From then on, he developed this habit.

It was not until she returned to Lingchuan and met Jiang Qian'an, who became her nominal husband.
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Zhou Shiyan didn't come back all night, and Jiang Qian'an didn't sleep well either. He slept lightly and woke up early the next morning.

Unexpectedly, when she sat up, she saw Zhou Shiyan standing on the balcony.

It was only about five or six o'clock when the morning light began to shine in the sky. An orange-yellow halo separated the clouds and connected with the river surface in the distance.

Zhou Shiyan stood facing the light, his body straight and tall, the wind blew the corners of his clothes, making it seem like a dream.

Jiang Qian pressed his temples and felt a slight pain in his head.

She threw back the quilt, stood up, tiptoed out of bed, and walked behind the floor-to-ceiling window.

Zhou Shiyan closed the window tightly, not letting in any cold wind and not making any noise to wake her up from her sleep.

"woke up?"

The sound of opening the window was quite loud, startling the figure. Even more unreal than the illusion was Zhou Shiyan's gentle eyes and brows.

His eyelashes are long, his eyes are soft, and every part of his facial features is just right, just like a handsome young man who walked out of a painting, except that he has a more mature and steady air than a teenager.

Zhou Shiyan was also a young Lang Lang.

The cool morning light fell behind him, casting a soft glow over him. His shoulders were broad, his waist was thin, his legs were straight and long, and every detail of him was exceptionally reassuring and convincing.

Jiang Qian nodded and hummed in his throat. His voice was still a little hoarse as he had just woken up.

The air in the early morning is exceptionally fresh, with the scent of gardenia. Every breath I take makes my internal organs feel much more comfortable, and the chaos in my mind gradually becomes clearer.

"What happened last night."

"last night."

Two voices came out at the same time.

Jiang Qian choked and stopped talking.

Zhou Shiyan spoke first, in an unnaturally gentle manner, "I was wrong about what happened last night. Did I scare you?

If you need anything or want to do anything, please let me know.”

Zhou Shiyan thought that Jiang Qian'an should terminate the agreement with him and divorce him. His status was originally in name only, and now he suddenly did such a thing. Even if it was not his original intention, he really did it.

He wasn't really that magnanimous, but he hoped to retreat in order to advance, so that the two of them would have the opportunity to contact each other again in the future.

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