The president is cold during the day and wants a baby at night

Chapter 302
An Yinluo took Sun Fangfang's arm, "Well, I will definitely not let you down."

Sun Fangfang suddenly thought of something, and her face changed slightly.

"By the way, I want to tell you about the HW advertisement.

It was only after signing the contract that I heard Minghui talk about such a thing. "Sun Fangfang paused, hesitating.

"Sister Sun, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"I heard from Minghui that President Feng's younger sister, Feng Yaoyao, spoke for the Yan family before.

She confessed to Mr. Yan.It's just that Yan Zong rejected her in full view.

Later, she suffered from depression and was said to have committed suicide.

Minghui is worried that you will accept this advertisement, and Feng will always use this to avenge his sister.

The circle is so big, Mr. Feng also knows that you are talking about women with Yan Zichen.

It was not without reason that Minghui was worried.

I've heard long ago that Feng Huangwu is a narrow-minded man who always seeks revenge.

So, you be careful. "

There is such a thing.

Yan Zichen is really cold.When a girl confesses to you, she has already been downgraded by one level. If you disagree, you can be more tactful.Why hurt people's hearts?

Also, if he is that kind of warm man, it's not her turn to reap it.

"Well, I know Miss Sun."

Afterwards, An Yinluo worked on the set from six in the morning to ten in the evening, commuting regularly for a whole month.

Of course, I used some time to shoot HW's endorsement in the middle.The filming of the endorsement went smoothly, and none of the things that Xu Minghui was worried about happened.

Today the director gave everyone another lesson.

After a month of intense shooting, most of the plot has passed.The director said to let everyone continue to work hard. After about ten days of persistence, this TV series will be able to end perfectly.

Maybe it's because the Spring Festival is coming soon, and everyone wants to take advantage of the Spring Festival to rest for a while.

All of them are full of energy, as if they have been beaten with chicken blood.

An Yinluo walked out of the dressing room with his tired body.

She became thinner and thinner, at least five catties thinner than a month ago.

Her cheeks were small, but when she got thinner, her watery eyes looked bigger.

"Did Diao Weiya get hurt today?" Yan Zichen leaned against the door of the dressing room with a cigarette butt in his hand.

An Yinluo leaned against his shoulder and closed her eyes.

"No. I just feel so tired. I don't want to walk, I don't want to talk. I even feel tired to breathe."

Yan Zichen picked her up with a wave of his hand.

He walked over to the trash can and flicked the cigarette butt into the trash can.

Just holding her like this, he didn't use any effort at all.

She was getting thinner despite his four meals a day.She also eats a lot, but she just doesn't gain weight.

If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes for more than a month.

He would never believe how tiring the profession of an actor can be.

It's just a play.It's all about posing and saying a few lines.

But in fact, it's not.These days, his women try both ways.At most, I shot nearly twenty scenes in one day.

In my spare time, I have to memorize scripts.

Although he took good care of her, he couldn't replace her in acting.

"Yan Zichen." She said in a sticky voice, rubbing her head against his embrace.

"Well, what happened?"

Yan Zichen's low and mellow voice was pleasant to hear, and he looked down at her.

"After filming this TV series, I will take a month off.

I want to sleep until I wake up naturally.Just lying lazily on the bed.

Nobody wants to wake me up. "

Yan Zichen's brows and eyes were a little more distressed.

"it is good."

"Yan Zichen." She reached into her suit with restless little hands and fumbled carelessly.

She felt the coolness of her fingertips through the shirt.

He picked her up and quickened his pace.Despite the rows of steps, his steps are still steady and deliberate.

In the car, Yan Zichen fastened her seat belt.

Then kissed her on the lips.

He closed the passenger door, walked around the front of the car and got into the car.

Ni glanced at her, and his black pupils tightened.

How tired I must be, I fell asleep as soon as I got in the car.

The crew is only 5 minutes away from the villa.

When they arrived at the villa, Yan Zichen swiftly carried An Yinluo out of the co-pilot.

Dachun greeted him, closed the car door, and trotted all the way to open the villa door.

"Mr. Yan, is the young master asleep?"

"Ah."

"Then do you want to wake her up? I've already prepared supper. It's her favorite Mala Tang."

"You guys eat."

Yan Zichen didn't want to wake her up.1 extra minute of sleep is 1 minute.

He carried her straight upstairs.

Come to the inner bedroom and put her on the comfortable big bed.

Yan Zichen sat on the edge of the bed and carefully took off her clothes.

Let her only have underwear left, and then cover her with a quilt.

He took the clothes she took off and went straight to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Yan Zichen came out of the bathroom wearing a white nightgown.

He wanted to smoke a cigarette, but just as he put his hand on the doorknob, a soft voice came from the bed.

"Yan Zichen..."

"Yeah." He turned and walked to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the hair beside her ear.Hei Tong felt a little more tender.

"I'm a little uncomfortable." An Yinluo said softly.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Yan Zichen stretched out his hand to caress her forehead.

Not hot.

"It's kind of nauseous, it hurts a little here."

Yan Zichen reached out to touch the position she said.

"Stomach hurts right?"

"Seems to be."

Yan Zichen didn't say much, he ran into the cloakroom and got dressed in 2 minutes.

He took another set of clothes for her, because he was in a hurry, and it might hurt her when he put them on.

"Yan Zichen, take it easy."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." After Yan Zichen finished dressing her, he ran into the cloakroom and took out a white knitted hat for her to put on.

"I'll take you to the hospital right now. Bear with it."

Ten minutes later, Yan Zichen came to Huarong Hospital with An Yinluo in his arms.

On the way here, he had already greeted the dean.

After entering the hospital, several senior doctors were already waiting at the door.

After some examinations, the doctor said that An Yinluo had a cold stomach.It has something to do with diet.

Yan Zichen specifically asked the doctor if he needed to be hospitalized.

The doctor said, prescribe some medicine, drink more hot water when you go home, and keep it at home.

Yan Zichen carried her into the car, and Dachun went to prescribe medicine.

"At noon, I didn't let you eat ice cream, but you didn't listen. You know it hurts now." Yan Zichen fastened her seat belt without reproach.

An Yinluo put her head together, closed her eyes and said lightly, "Then he hasn't eaten for a long time."

"Does it still hurt?" He held her face and kissed her lips.

"pain."

"Wait a while and come back from Dachun to buy the medicine. After taking the medicine, I will feel better."

"Well. Come here and give me a hug."

Yan Zichen leaned forward, unbuckled her seat belt, reached out to grab her, and pressed her close to him.

As soon as the villain entered his arms, a pair of small hands reached into the suit and fumbled randomly through the shirt.

"I'm sick, my little hands are still restless."

"I just want to touch it. It's very tactile. Yan Zichen, are you a devil.

I can discover a secret of yours. "

"What secret."

"When did you practice your tendons.

Half a month ago, I was thirsty at night and woke up to find that you were not in the room.

I thought you were working in the study.

Later, I found you in the next room.

When did you convert your cubicle into a gym. "

Yan Zichen pursed his lips.Why is it changed to a gym? Does she have no idea?

He remembered who it was, and after doing indescribable things with him, he said that Jing Yuqing was in good shape.

I go to the gym every day, and when my chest is touched, it is extremely hard, so what.

"An Yinluo, take your hand away." An Yinluo's restless hands were still groping.

Yan Zichen raised her little face.Her pretty face was reflected in the black pupils.

(End of this chapter)