Thin-hearted president, don't be too bad

"This is your problem. I paid you to come here to help me solve the problem." Du Yan'an said aggressively.

The doctor looked regretful. You know, he shouldn't be provoked. Now he's well. The worst thing is himself. I thought I could get a stable living wage by working here, but I didn't expect the boss to be so harsh.

After looking at the haggard LAN Ziting, the doctor prayed silently for himself.

Hearing their conversation, LAN Ziting, who had been sleeping soundly, had a slight reaction. She moved and made a slight sound.

Du Yan'an, who watched LAN Ziting carefully, found it for the first time. He immediately hissed and drove the doctor out directly.

Looking at LAN Ziting, Du Yan'an took off his coat and lay on the other side of LAN Ziting. He conveniently hugged LAN Ziting in his arms, felt the temperature conveyed from each other, and aroused a satisfied smile at the corners of his mouth.

In such a stable moment, you can hug your favorite woman. There is no other people's speech or each other's persistence. There is only a touch of tranquility, which makes people feel extremely enjoyable.

Under this artistic conception, Du Yan'an slowly closed his eyes and went to sleep.

And LAN Ziting also went into deep sleep at ease.

The male doctor who was rushed to the door looked at the door with a disheartened face. It seemed that he was going to finish his plan without sleep tonight.

In the room, under the dark package, the two hostile people also got a little closer. Under the confirmation of each other's temperature, they are close together.

The deep layer of the night, with a trace of softness, with the cleaning of the sun the next morning, and then slowly disappeared into people's sight.

The next morning, LAN Ziting woke up with some satisfaction. She hadn't slept so well for a long time. The body that has never been able to rest so safely seems to have gained abundant physical strength and radiated abundant energy at this time.

It's just the place where her eyes touch and make her move a meal.

Dark blue walls, with a trace of Du Yan'an's personal style, so quiet, calm, simple and generous design, have come back here in many midnight dreams.

The smell at the tip of the nose is also so melancholy. With a trace of lemon, LAN Ziting's heart beats very fast slowly.

He is already familiar with this place. This is Du Yan'an's place.

But before LAN Ziting got up, the servant came in. Seeing that LAN Ziting woke up, he respectfully said, "Mr. Du asked me to bring the milk."

LAN Ziting frowned. As long as he heard something about him, he didn't want to touch it, let alone drink it.

The servant waited and saw that LAN Ziting didn't drink. He couldn't help urging: "Miss LAN is very weak. You'd better drink the milk."

"No, you go down and tell Du Yan'an that he doesn't have to be kind." Lan Ziting said with a black face.

When the servant heard LAN Ziting calling Du Yan'an's name, he didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Du Yan'an has been outside the door. Hearing LAN Ziting's voice, he came in: "go down and prepare breakfast first!"

The servant answered. Du Yan'an went to the bed, looked down at LAN Ziting and said, "why don't you drink?"

Originally, Du Yan'an was tall, and his huge figure shrouded the glory in front. Standing now, LAN Ziting feels surrounded by a sense of oppression.

However, LAN Ziting still stubbornly looked at Du Yan'an. The sharpness in her eyes showed that she couldn't retreat.

Du Yan'an raised his eyebrows again: "really don't drink?" he couldn't help asking again.

LAN Ziting had already made some compromises when she heard him speak for the second time, but she still raised her face stubbornly when she thought of what he had done.

"If you don't give him this cup of milk, you don't have to go back today." Du Yan'an said with a smile.

No matter what way he used, he wanted LAN Ziting to have a good breakfast. Her body can't bear it at all. Her disordered eating habits.

"Du Yan'an, you threaten me." Lan Ziting was angry. There seemed to be a fire dragon in her pupil, and then slowly formed.

"It's my business whether I drink or not, my body is mine, my mind is mine, and you can't control me. And whether I drink or not has nothing to do with you." Lan Ziting said angrily.

Once she could follow Du Yan'an passively when she was young, but now she is not the person she used to be. Resistance is an instinct to strive for her own rights.

The dignified air is slowly wrapped around, like a volcano that will erupt at any time. The relationship between the two people is at stake.

But even in this way, Du Yan'an didn't fade. His natural king style made him not to be underestimated: "you are all mine, everything you are is mine, without my permission, if you dare to get sick again, try it."

"Du Yan'an, I am mine and only mine. It has nothing to do with you for a dime."

Hearing Du Yan'an's self righteous hegemony, LAN Ziting turned white.

He said this not because he loved her, but because he was so overbearing and self righteous. Now LAN Ziting felt very upset when she heard these words.

Du Yan'an also knows that his words are a little heavy, but in the face of LAN Ziting, he always inadvertently reveals the most real thoughts in his heart.

Whether it is cruel or gentle, it is for LAN Ziting to protect herself and treat herself well.

The bangs covered Du Yan'an's deep eyes and covered the pain in his eyes. If time could do it again, Du Yan'an really wouldn't choose to hurt LAN Ziting.

However, Du Yan'an will not compromise. LAN Ziting's body is already bad. How can she not eat breakfast.

Trying to show a look of no relationship, Du Yan'an returned to his previous coldness: "anyway, if you don't drink the milk, I won't let you leave."

LAN Ziting grits her teeth. Du Yan'an has always been so unreasonable. I never care what she thinks and what it looks like.

But LAN Ziting knows that Du Yan'an has done what he said. If she really doesn't drink this glass of milk today, I'm afraid he won't let her leave the villa.

Thinking of this, LAN Ziting was unwilling, but she had to compromise.

She grabbed the milk in Du Yan'an's hand. Originally, she liked drinking milk very much, but now at this moment, she actually felt that milk was so hard to drink.

No matter how delicious it is, I'm afraid I can't taste it if I force my head to eat it. Only a sour emotion slowly penetrated into the heart from the throat.