Hidden Marriage to the End: My Husband Is a Dramatist

Chapter 160 Dreaming Again
The lights in Yan Xijue's villa were on, it seemed that she was really awake, and she still prayed that she would be fine when she came here.

Not a while after ringing the doorbell, Ji Cheng came over to open the door. When he saw her, his face was obviously surprised, and then he hurriedly let the door open, "Please come in."

Su Anqian smiled inaudibly, as a greeting, and entered the door, the habit of living here was no longer found, and the bag in his hand didn't know where to put it, so he turned to look at Ji Cheng.

Ji Cheng was slightly surprised, but with sharp eyesight, he reached out to take her bag, and said, "Mr. Yan is in the bedroom. He just took a rest after vomiting. I don't know if he will vomit again."

Su Anqian nodded, but didn't turn around immediately, just asked: "Why do you vomit? Drink too much, is it still a disease?"

I can't hear the obvious concern, but to Ji Cheng's ears, it is already a pleasant surprise. At least it shows that although President Yan's pursuit of someone is long, it is not completely hopeless.

With a faint smile, "Boss Yan has spent two years in the social gatherings. It's common to drink too much. I didn't drink much today. It's a catty and a half of Xiaobai and a bottle of red, and the result is..."

"What did you just say?" She frowned, spoke quietly, and stared at Ji Cheng with a little surprise, "I didn't drink much...it was quite a little."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked upstairs.

Ji Cheng stood at the foot of the stairs and smiled inexplicably. In fact, he was telling the truth. Mr. Yan was afraid of drinking, and today is indeed not too much.

Because Ji Cheng said that he had vomited, Su Anqian was afraid that he would fall asleep, so he walked in without knocking on the door.

She just took off her shoes, without changing her slippers, and stepped on the soft carpet without making a sound, until she stood quietly still less than half a meter away from the bed.

Yan Xijue was leaning against the bed, there were scratches on one side of the deep edges and corners in the dim light, it looked like there was an indescribable weakness, probably because he vomited too much.

Di Yun asked her to prepare the medicinal meal when, seeing that she didn't know his situation, she frowned slightly, and planned to go out and ask Ji Cheng, but he didn't move anyway.

Thinking of this, just as she was about to turn around, the person on the bed quietly opened her black eyes, and met her eyes straightly.

She was startled, and stopped halfway around.

Yan Xijue stared at her for a while, then slowly closed his eyes again, and his thin lips barely moved: "Dream again..."

The three low words were just his casual murmurs, but Su Anqian heard it, and her heart skipped a beat.

Do you often dream about her?

Looking at the past, he had already raised his thick eyebrows, looking very dissatisfied with the dream.

Only then did Su Anqian laugh a little self-deprecatingly, did she often dream of her not knowing what was good or bad?According to the way he warned her not to show up again in a cold voice at the end, maybe he hated her in his dream.

While she was thinking about it, she didn't realize that the man at the bedside had already cast his eyes on her, and his probing and inexplicable black eyes gathered light little by little.

He didn't fall asleep at all, where did the dream come from?

Therefore, when she turned around again, behind her was a man's cold, gentle and deep voice: "Su Anqian."

Very slow three-word title.

The person who took two steps subconsciously said "huh?" and then turned his head.

This time, she could even see the clarity in Yan Xijue's eyes.

The man stared at her, wondering what he was thinking, almost expressionless, but he was sure she was real.

Just... "What are you doing here?" he asked.

Su Anqian walked over, still did not turn on the light, and said in a calm tone, "Dr. Di said that you are not feeling well and no one is taking care of you... I think you are much better."

Yan Xijue still looked at her from that angle. At the hotel in the evening, she said that she went to see him because of what Ji Cheng said, and now because of what Di Yun said.

The corner of the man's mouth moved slightly suddenly, "Just say that you want to see me, and I won't think anything of it."

She understood what he meant, and didn't continue, but looked at his slightly pale thin lips, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Yan Xijue didn't speak, but sat up and leaned against the bedside, looking at her, "It's just drinking too much, it happens often, it's not a big deal."

often?She frowned slightly.

It seems that he is living a happy life, but it is not the case, is it?
The heart tightened slightly.

Standing by the bed, looked at him with lowered eyebrows, and his voice was still light and elegant, "If you have a bad stomach, don't eat sensitive things for the next two days, I will get you a recipe..."

"No need." The man interrupted in a deep voice, "I don't need any recipes. I'm working all the time. I can eat whatever I want or not. I don't have that much time to spend."

Su Anqian frowned, "This is your own body, can you take some responsibility?"

It is understandable for the poor to say that they have no time to earn money.A person like him would not starve to death without working for a day, so why should he be against himself?
After her words fell, Yan Xijue raised his eyes casually, and said in a low voice: "Since it's my body, why are you angry?"

Su An paused slightly, realizing her attitude, pursed her soft lips, looked at him for a while, and finally said, "There are quite a few people who come to me to ask for nutritious recipes, I am used to letting others follow my opinions .”

After thinking about it for a while, she continued: "Since Di Yun asked me to come, and I'm here, let's finish this matter, just to repay the favor you sent me to Di Yun when I had a cold."

Yan Xijue finally twitched the corners of his mouth lightly, it turned out that he came to repay the favor.

He looked at her for a while, then suddenly said: "Since you want to take care of it, then be responsible, prepare every meal for me, and serve it to me, and the relationship will be over."

She was also the one who said to return the favor, he was just pushing the boat along the way, which was very natural.

Put it in front of him?Su An frowned lightly, why did it sound like she was so willing to cling to him?
However, she couldn't say back the favor by herself, and then dismissed her own.

Looked at him, "you rest."

The man was still leaning against the head of the bed with no expression on his face, "I spit it out, I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach."

In other words, he wanted to eat something.

Su An looked at him quietly for a while, "Understood." Then she turned and walked towards the bedroom door.

The man at the head of the bed kept a secretive expression all the time, his stern facial features did not fluctuate at all, as if he was used to maintaining his indifference for two years, he was unmoved by all of this, until she went out, his eyebrows softened, and slightly The corner of the mouth is bent, very real arc.

At this moment, Ji Cheng hurriedly opened the door and came in, still holding the mobile phone, "Mr. Yan...!"

He stopped his voice in time, stared blankly for a while, Ji Cheng doubted his eyes, because he seemed to see the curvature of the corner of President Yan's mouth.

Yan Xijue, who was at the bedside, was caught off guard, suddenly held on to the melting warmth, and glanced at Ji Cheng coldly, "Is there anything we can't talk about tomorrow?"

Uh, Ji Cheng lowered his head and coughed, and didn't go in again, but he also bravely finished his sentence: "The guard at the door called just now, it seems that I saw Su Qinchen passing by, I can't see it clearly, I wrote down the license plate number. "

Hearing that name, Yan Xijue frowned, how could Su Qinchen find him here?

Of course he wasn't worried that random people could enter this villa, he just cared about the purpose behind that person, to find out beforehand, so as not to worry about it in the future.

The next second, he suddenly looked at Ji Cheng, "How did she get here?"

Ji Cheng didn't understand the "she" he asked, and understood it as Su Qinchen, and replied casually: "Driving."

I just said that the license plate number has been written down.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Yan Xijue glanced over sharply, "She doesn't know how to drive, are you tired of eating rice or are you dizzy?"

Ji Cheng's heart was sweating, and he recalled it immediately, and lowered his eyebrows cautiously, "I should have taken a taxi, and the taxi software is very convenient now."

Then only this is the most likely: Su Qinchen came here with her.

Ji Cheng also thought about it, and frowned, "So... Su Qinchen hasn't had any contact with his sister yet?"

why?

Yan Xijue raised his hand and pressed his heart, and said in a low voice: "Even if he wants to look for it, he will look for Ming Chengyan first, let him deal with these matters first."

Ji Cheng thought for a while, and could only nod his head. Anyway, Mr. Yan couldn't take care of him now, "I'll also pay attention, so as not to cause problems."

Yan Xijue nodded his head, clenched his fist still pressing his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief, "You go out first, I'll squint for a while."

Ji Cheng was a little worried: "Are you feeling uncomfortable again?"

Yan Xijue had already closed his eyes and did not answer.

Ji Cheng had no choice but to turn around and go out, but just as he turned around, he suddenly heard him ask with closed eyes: "What time is it?"

Raising his hand to check the time, Ji Chengcai said, "It's past three o'clock, it's almost four o'clock."

Only then did Yan Xijue slightly frowned, she actually dared to run to the suburbs alone at this time, pursed her thin lips, and said: "Pay attention to let her rest for a while."

Otherwise, she is likely to go back again, and it is impossible to settle here.

Ji Cheng: "Okay, don't worry."

downstairs.

Because Yan Xijue's kitchen is convenient for everything, it is actually very fast to make something that nourishes the stomach and is soft and glutinous, but it takes a little time to cook.

After setting the cooking time for half an hour, she kept staring at the side, but unconsciously began to doze off.

She didn't fall asleep much at first, and with the tossing and tossing, she really couldn't bear it. She looked at the time and it was still more than ten minutes, so she leaned on the desk and closed her eyes.

1 minute, 2 minutes passed.

She woke up with a start when she heard the sound of 'puchi puchi' in a vague way, and suddenly thought of porridge still cooking in her mind, so she stretched out her hand there to turn off the power on a conditioned reflex.

But there was a lot of overflow outside, and she didn't even look at it. Suddenly, the hot soup poured down from the back of her hand, which made her frown, and pulled her hand back suddenly.

It happened that Ji Cheng hurried in, "Miss An!"

She turned her head and turned her hands slightly behind her back, "What's wrong?"

Ji Cheng's expression was tense, "President Yan vomited badly again, please go up and look at it first, I remember the medicine from last time is still in the car, if you don't have it, go out and buy it..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Anqian had already taken off her apron and walked out quickly, turned around and went upstairs.

(End of this chapter)