Hidden husband, a little sweet

Chapter 11 Isn't your preference money?
Luo Lingbing's beautiful face was glowing with water, her eyes were looking straight at Yan Shengrui, her voice was crying, "Chengrui, it's all my fault, if it wasn't for me, it wouldn't be like this, you know me Just you as a good friend..."

Yan Shengrui's eyes loosened for a moment, but they returned to normal in an instant, his pupils were filled with indifference, and the corners of his eyes glanced casually, "I don't want to repeat what I said a second time."

Although Guan Yunxue didn't understand everything, she was very happy to see the two of them reconciled, she let all the servants leave with a glance, and she also quietly went upstairs.

Luo Lingbing's eyes flickered, her whole body trembling slightly, she looked straight at Yan Shengrui, "Chengrui, I know I was wrong."

Yan Shengrui's eyes were like fireballs, Huo Yanzhire and Luo Lingbing looked at each other, but there was a certain suppressed emotion in the depths of their eyes, and then their bodies moved slightly, and they stood up straight and wanted to leave.

Seeing his movements, Luo Lingbing, who was still crying uncontrollably just now, flashed a smug look on her face, she got up and threw herself on his body, tightly wrapping her hands around his waist.

"Sheng Rui, I, I really know I was wrong."

The bodies of the two were close together, Yan Shengrui's eyes fluctuated, and he regained his composure.

This scene was clearly seen by Zhang Hanhan who was about to rush back to the living room. The man's disgusted expression after hugging him that day seemed to still echo in his mind.

It turns out that he is not obsessive-compulsive disorder, it just varies from person to person.

Zhang Hanhan lowered his head to look at his red and blistered wrist, his heart felt bitter and his eye sockets ached.

Hiding in a dark place without lights, Zhang Hanhan raised his eyes and blinked fiercely. Just now, Guan Yunxue's voice seemed to start to echo in his ears again.

"My family, Sheng Rui and Ling Bing, are childhood sweethearts who are the best match. If they hadn't been together because of some things, there would be no room for certain people."

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Hanhan turned around and walked straight away, his thin figure looked particularly distressing.

The people in the living room seemed to have sensed it. Yan Shengrui raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the bathroom, then pulled out forcefully, picked up a tissue beside him and wiped his hands vigorously.

"You've done it."

After saying that, Yan Shengrui walked away directly, but the emotion in the depths of his eyes was well covered up.

OCD is never right for people.

Looking at the back of the man leaving, Luo Lingbing had an inevitable smile on her face, the grievance just now seemed to never exist on her body.

"You're still mine after all."

A pitch-black Rolls-Royce drove smoothly on the way back to Yan's mansion.

Mu Sen concentrated on driving the car, and the light outside the car shone into the car piecemeal.

Yan Shengrui's face was mottled in the interlacing of light and shadow.

Zhang Hanhan sat beside him covering his scalded hand, feeling a little tired.For a while, the carriage was silent, and no one spoke to break the silence.

After a while, the Rolls-Royce parked steadily on the lawn in front of Yan's mansion, and Mu Sen got out of the car to open the door for Yan Shengrui.

Yan Shengrui stepped out of the car with long legs and turned around to look, only to see Zhang Hanhan still clutching his burned hand, sitting in the car with his head down.The injured hand was already swollen to a high degree, and the white skin was reddened by the heat, and it looked a bit pitiful.

"Zhang Hanhan, get out of the car." Yan Shengrui called out in a low voice.

Looking at the expressionless face outside the car, Zhang Hanhan remembered the hug he had with Luo Lingbing before going home, and got out of the car silently.

She was always an outsider to Yan Shengrui, and she was never sure about his attitude.Since he and his childhood sweetheart are deeply in love with each other, and there is no more love left, he can't be the stick to beat the mandarin ducks, or the big shining light bulb.

Three years, the road is tortuous, the future is bright, comrades still need to work hard, persistence is victory!
The two walked into the living room one after the other, "Housekeeper, bring the scald medicine."

Yan Shengrui ordered the housekeeper, who moved swiftly and put the scald medicine on the table in a short while.

Yan Shengrui sat on the sofa, his eyes signaled Zhang Hanhan to take the medicine.Zhang Hanhan raised his unburned hand, awkwardly applied plaster on the injured hand, and then pulled the gauze aside, crooked, and finally tied a knot.

Yan Shengrui raised his eyes to look at the injured hand, the pure white gauze wrapped around it was not aesthetically pleasing, it was really an eyesore.

Driven by obsessive-compulsive disorder, he stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Hanhan's wounded hand, ignoring her struggle, and untied the knot in twos and twos.

Picking up a new gauze and wrapping Zhang Hanhan's hand carefully, Yan Shengrui's cold fingertips touched her skin, as if the place where the medicine was applied just now was hot, and the place he touched was like a fire.

Zhang Hanhan felt the scorching heat from his hands spread to his body.

Under the layers of winding, the palms look round and lovely, and Yan Shengrui looks at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

He stared at Zhang Hanhan, and said unhurriedly: "Remember to change the dressing, don't make it so ugly, don't leave scars, I don't feel comfortable looking at it."

Zhang Hanhan looked at the delicate bandages on his hands, and asked suspiciously, "You said at the family banquet that you knew my preferences, what do you know about my preferences?"

Zhang Hanhan also wanted to know what he would say.

A smile flashed across Yan Shengrui's beautiful eyes, and he said lazily, "Isn't your preference money?"

Zhang Hanhan: "..."

This person can always refresh his cognition! Zhang Hanhan was speechless, got up and planned to go upstairs.Yan Shengrui reminded leisurely behind her: "It's not convenient for your hands, so you have to clean yourself up."

After a pause, he continued, "If you can't clean it up, I can help you personally."

Zhang Hanhan paused, turned into anger again, and retorted: "Thank you so much! I dare not bother you!" Then he walked upstairs quickly.Leaving Yan Shengrui sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, staring at her receding figure with interest, her eyes playful.

As soon as Zhang Hanhan went upstairs, a pleasant ringtone rang, and the phone vibrated. It was Zhang Tianxiong calling.

"Hanhan." Zhang Tianxiong's weary voice was clearly transmitted to Zhang Hanhan's ears through the phone, "I don't know if it's appropriate to call you now, but your mother is seriously ill and is currently recuperating in the Third People's Hospital , you take some time to visit your mother..."

Zhang Hanhan frowned, thinking about the day Yang Linfang knelt down and begged her to let her own daughter, Zhang Lixi, marry Yan Shengrui.

"You don't need me as a daughter, as long as you have your own daughter to accompany you." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

After a long time, Zhang Hanhan's eyes were filled with emotions, and finally he sighed and went downstairs.

"Uncle housekeeper, please inform Musen to prepare the car." Zhang Hanhan straightened his clothes slowly.

Sitting on the sofa, Yan, who was ignored the whole time, sullenly sullenly.

He stood up and followed Zhang Hanhan into the car.

Zhang Hanhan looked at Yan Shengrui beside him, and didn't understand what the young master was going to do, and didn't want to figure out his thoughts.

(End of this chapter)