Spoiling His Wife Too Much: Chief Compulsory Love

What Zhan Yan said comforted the three old men a lot. Mr. Zhan looked at the group of people standing behind him and looked at them. Some girls also wiped the tears, so the relationship between the two women was broken. Weeping, and said: "Okay, don't cry here, go home first, it happens that Xia Yi is here, let's have a reunion dinner together."

"That's right, Mom has prepared a lot of delicious food for you at home." Mrs. Zhan wiped her tears, and then dragged Zhan Yan to the car. After pulling for a long time, she found that Zhan Yan was looking around distraughtly, not moving at all. , she turned her head and asked in confusion: "Zhan Yan, what are you looking at?"

"Oh, it's okay... let's go back." Zhan Yan withdrew his gaze, smiled stiffly, and replied to his mother, but there was a distressing loneliness in his eyes.

She still didn't come... she didn't come...

Smile, do you know that at this moment, the person I most want to see is you...

However, you used a blank to prove that what I expected was nothing but self-indulgence.

After Zhan Yan's car left the procuratorate, under the afterglow of the setting sun, a petite figure in the corner was stretched very long.

She never imagined that in just one day, Zhan Yan would be so decadent. His white shirt hadn't been changed, and there were faint blood stains on his neckline. His hair was messy as if he had been pulled by him countless times. His eyes were sunken. There was no brilliance, and even the stubble began to grow wildly like weeds.

Yi Xiao covered her mouth, leaned against the wall, squatted down slowly, and huddled into a ball. When Zhan Yan was around, she didn't dare to cry, for fear that they would find her. Once Zhan Yan's car left, Yi Xiao hummed The sobbing immediately turned into howling, crying like a child.

The lost, abandoned child...

......

When Zhan Yan returned to the old house, the servants greeted him happily, each mouthful of young master and young master, and they called him very kindly. Some even held the brazier, a set of old and vulgar feudal superstitions, to let him go to get rid of bad luck.

Zhan Yan didn't object either, and he went back to his bedroom to take a shower after making a perfunctory silence.

When I came out to change clothes, I saw that there were still a few clothes of Yi Xiao in the closet, many of which hadn't cut out the tags.

Zhan Yan blinked, picked out a dress that Yi Xiao usually wears most, and held it in his palm.

She loves to wear it most, and there is still a faint smell of her perfume on it.

Zhan Yan stuck the dress to his face, rubbed it gently twice, and slowly closed his eyes. It felt like he was enjoying a blurred dream.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by the servant's voice, interrupting Zhan Yan's dream: "Master, dinner is ready."

"Well, I got it." Zhan Yan replied in a low voice, put Yi Xiao's dress back in the closet, and then turned around. When he walked to the door, the servant bowed, turned and left, Zhan Yan He turned his head and looked in the direction of the closet. After a pause in his gaze for a few seconds, he reached out and turned off the light in the bedroom.

When Zhan Yan went downstairs, everyone gathered around the dining table, and his mother specially prepared a sumptuous dinner for him, as well as red wine from his grandfather's collection.

But facing the delicious food on the table, Zhan Yan didn't have any appetite at all, just drinking the red wine in his hand glass after glass.