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

Before meeting An Yinluo again, Yan Zichen also cried.At that time, after Kong Lanxin died, he cried, hated, and wanted to follow her away.

He also cried after his father died.

Three years ago, his grandma was not sick, and he was not forced into marriage. He thought that he would live his whole life alone.

Regardless of whether this life is boring, tasteless, or plain.Before he met her, he only wanted to live like that.

Later she appeared in his life.From disgust at the beginning to later, a little closer and understanding.She just walked into his heart without anyone noticing.

He thought that he could accept her and care about her because she was Cheng En, Cheng Nian's mother.

Later, he had to admit that he was wrong.

She seems very ordinary.Ordinary enough to be worth mentioning.Even when they met on the road again, he didn't even bother to look at her.

But in fact, she was like a magnet, attracting him invisible, making him uncontrollably approach, and then approach her.

They said that her light was given by him.

Only he himself knows that her light belongs to her.

Every step she took was steady, leaving footprints that made people obsessed.

From the moment she appeared in front of his eyes, maybe he was deeply attracted by her.

Her slender figure, determined tone, and sincere and warm love.What touched him even more was that when he picked up An Yinyang's hospital medical arrears bill, and he went to pay him the bill, at that time, he just wanted to thank her for Liu Dongzhe.

What the young lady who paid the fee said to him touched his heart.

Either they are moved by the deep love between siblings, or they sympathize with her experience, or they are eager to find someone pleasing to the eye to deal with grandma.

In short, the seeds of love have been sown in his heart from that day to that moment.

After that, I entangled with her time and time again. At first, I was disgusted, but later it became a matter of course.

She was pregnant, so he didn't touch her. How many sleepless nights, her figure really appeared in his mind.

At that time, I had been deceiving myself and others.

He firmly believed that he would never fall in love with anyone other than Kong Lanxin in Yan Zichen's life.

So, he learned to deceive himself.This deception lasted for two years.

Sometimes, he was thinking, if An Yi didn't exist.

After An Yinluo gave birth to Cheng Encheng, will your father really go with Yang Yang?

So, what will happen to his life?Where should he go for Cheng En and Cheng Nian to find his mother?

Yes, it's not an exaggeration to say that he has no shortage of women in Yan Zichen, it's just that he doesn't want them.

But none of those women was what he wanted.

They wear hypocritical masks and can say they love him. Apart from his skin, he can give them everything they want.

Finding true love is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

And the woman in front of him said she loved him.he believe.

Why is he not?He loves her more, loves her, spoils her, and wants to give her the whole world.

But she is different.

She just wants to do everything she wants on her own.

For a woman who doesn't love money, gold and silver jewelry, or rich and powerful, he can only give her sincerity, and he can't give her anything except a sincere and wild heart.

Yan Zichen's deep eyes are no longer concealed and controlled.

Let the tears roll down the cheeks, and finally fall on the woman's slender and cold fingertips.

"Luo Luo, don't cry. Believe me, we will grow old together. No matter how difficult and difficult the rest of our lives are, I, Yan Zichen, only live three words, which is you, An Yinluo."

An Yinluo's trembling lips kissed the man's tears lightly. After the kiss, she looked at the man affectionately.

Those white and slender hands were still holding the man's shaved handsome face.

He only lives for her, what about her?
An Yinluo's pale lips trembled uncontrollably, and a pair of tearful eyes stared closely at the handsome face that was close at hand.

"Yan Zichen, it's agreed, we will grow old together. Don't say anything like letting go of my hand that day. Do you know? I am not afraid of death. As long as I am with you, I will be happy even if I die of."

Yan Zichen leaned forward and pulled her into his arms, kissing her hair lightly, "It won't happen in the future, it really won't happen."

That kind of worrying thing will never happen again.

Fearing that she would get hurt, he pushed her away and let her go.

When he finally heard the news of her falling off the cliff, he didn't want to bear the pain that was like a bolt from the blue.

If time can be reincarnated, he will never let go of her hand.Even if it is death, he will not let go.

The two hugged each other tightly, both of them cried heartbreakingly, and neither of them deliberately controlled their emotions.

Until a rush of phone calls came from Yan Zichen's pocket, Yan Zichen didn't plan to answer it at first.He didn't pick it up, and the other side seemed very unwilling to give up, and kept hitting.

The phone rang and stopped, stopped and rang again, repeated several times, it seemed that if Yan Zichen didn't answer it, it wouldn't stop there.

An Yinluo wiped the tears off his face with a wave of his hand, and stepped out of the man's embrace.

"Yan Zichen, answer the phone."

Yan Zichen took a deep breath, and when he got up, he reached out to caress the corners of her eyes, his face was full of love and distress.

Yan Zichen walked straight to the French window, and unhurriedly took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket.

As soon as the mobile phone was in front of his eyes, his deep eyes darkened. He turned his eyes and glanced at the little person sitting on the sofa. Seeing that she didn't pay attention to him, he answered the phone.

As soon as he answered, an anxious voice came from the microphone.

"Yan Zichen, is that medical sage still in your mansion?"

Yan Zichen frowned, "Yes."

"Send the location, Beiyi, Beiyi's vital signs are very weak now, and the hospital has issued critical illness notices twice, and I really have nothing to do."

Yan Zichen clearly remembered that Zuo Beiyi was out of danger the day he was transferred to another hospital.Now he has issued a critical illness notice, what's going on?

Yan Zichen was puzzled.Once the hospital has a way to treat him, Zuo Nanfeng will not call him.

"Yeah." Yan Zichen hummed lightly, a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

He hung up the phone and sent Zuo Nanfeng the location of the old house.

Yan Zichen stood in front of the French window for a while, then turned around and came to An Yinluo's side. He didn't take a seat, but just squatted down, and tucked back the broken hair stuck to her face with his slender fingers.

"You are just sick, go to bed and rest."

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

Yan Zichen intends to chat with Hou Ziyun about Zuo Beiyi's situation.Let Hou Ziyun make preparations.

About Zuo Nanfeng and Zuo Beiyi, he still doesn't know how to tell her.

In the past two days, they had encountered too many heart-wrenching things, and he couldn't bear to see her sad and cry again.

"I'm going to the study, I have something urgent to deal with. Be good, go and sleep with the children."

"You are still injured, can't we talk about the company's affairs tomorrow?"

An Yinluo knew that he had left the group for a while.The group should have piled up quite a few things.

No matter how much the group has to do, the body is also very important.

Without a healthy body, it doesn't matter how much money you make.

An Yinluo wanted to say something, but she suddenly felt empty.

"Why? I'll go by myself. You still have wounds on your body that will stretch to the wound."

Yan Zichen carried her straight to the inner bed, came to the bed and put her beside An Yi.

His warm thin lips attached to her ear and whispered softly, "Hey, go to sleep, good night!"

Just as Yan Zichen was about to leave, his hand was suddenly pulled by a touch of coldness.

He turned around and looked down at the villain on the bed.

"what happened?"

His voice is gentle and pleasant, even better than a cello.

An Yin Luoshui's eyes trembled a few times, "Yan Zichen, I've made up my mind, I don't want to join the group, I just want to act."

Yan Zichen seemed to have anticipated her decision.