Hidden Marriage to the End: My Husband Is a Dramatist

Chapter 132 Despicable look?
Su Anqian's pupils were slightly astonished, the faint smell of alcohol came to his nostrils, and he frowned again, looked at him almost like looking crazy, and his voice became cold, "You drank too much."

Even after taking a bath, she could still smell the alcohol clearly.

The man who had just been pushed away took her over again.

"What are you doing! Leave quickly, otherwise..." Su An was defensive.

"Otherwise what?" Yan Xijue probably woke up a little bit drunk, the corners of his mouth hooked up, "The marriage certificate is still there, do you want to call the police?"

She was blocked and had nothing to say, but she pushed him with both hands without hesitation.

Yan Xijue didn't pay attention to her strength at all.

Su Anqian closed her eyes, she had never met a man who was more rascal than Yan Xijue.

Others thought that Yan Xijue was such a gentleman, so great, women regarded him as the lover of their dreams, who had seen him so despicable?

On a summer night, there were many stars in the sky. She kept looking up at the window, listening to the rhythmic heartbeat of Yan Xijue, the densely packed stars gradually became blurred...

He didn't know what he was angry about, he hugged her tightly and closed his eyes, without any intention of going back to his house.

That's right, she is the only one at home now, so of course he can do whatever he wants.

When she was about to fall asleep, Yan Xijue suddenly thought of something, and heard the man ask in a low voice, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Although it should be a question of concern, it still sounds sullen and slightly cold.

Opening her eyes, seeing his black eyes looking at her, Su Anqian smiled, her voice was small and faint, "Does nausea count?"

Yan Xijue knew what disgusting she was talking about, and his thin lips moved without any ups and downs: "If you take such good care of you, what right do you have to say disgusting?"

She closed her eyes, turned her face away, and planned to remain silent from now on.

Yan Xijue turned her body over, "I'm asking you, did you feel uncomfortable after taking the contraceptive pill?"

She can't eat that thing, Di Yun said.

Hearing this sentence, Su Anqian still frowned, opened his eyes and looked at him, a little bit surprised.

Seeing her silence, Yan Xijue continued, "Let me see you eat that thing again."

As soon as Su Anqian thought of her bag, she turned over to look for her own bag, but she didn't find that the bag was left in his car all day.

She searched around, and Yan Xijue was leaning against the head of the bed, with a mixed expression on his face, just looking at her from inside to outside.

It wasn't until she returned to the bedroom again, rummaging in the drawer beside the bed, hearing the noise, that Yan Xijue finally frowned, "Go to bed, sleep."

Su An looked at him shallowly, "Did you take it?"

"I'll let you sleep." Yan Xijue's thin lips moved, without warmth, just a straightforward order.

Seeing that she had no intention of coming up, he stretched out his long arms and snatched her over.

When she got up in the morning, she was going to go out the first time, but Yan Xijue blocked the door, still with the same cold tone, she nodded and looked at the restaurant, "Eat breakfast."

"Get out of the way." She was also very insistent, even if she felt uncomfortable, she would not really let something happen to herself.

It was impossible for Yan Xijue to give in, and suppressed his voice: "Let me feed you personally?"

Su Anqian tried all methods, and the two of them entangled at the door for a while before being pressed into his arms by him.

In the end, he was thrown to the edge of the dining table for breakfast.

(End of this chapter)