Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 177 You are all mine, let alone it?
Ruan Shiyan slapped her forehead suddenly.

But before this hand was taken off, Song Zehan pulled it off and replaced it with his palm.

The dry and warm palm rubbed her forehead several times, and after putting it down, he gave her a warning look.

As if blaming her for patting herself in pain.

Ruan Shiyan was stunned and took several seconds to recover.

"No, wait a minute, why don't I pat myself on the forehead?"

Song Zehan had a disapproving expression on his face, and wanted to refute, but he didn't have his mobile phone with him, nor did he bring a pen.

A moment later, with an idea, he stretched out his long arms, took the book directly from the bookshelf behind him, and opened it in front of Ruan Shiyan.

Then, holding one of her fingers, she searched through the content and found two words that appeared frequently every day, forming a word.

--mine.

Ruan Shiyan's breathing was stagnant, and her heart skipped half a beat.

Why does this man always have so many weird ways to convey what he wants to say to her?

It made her very excited.

But...his?What's the meaning?
"You want to say that I hit your forehead, so that's not okay?"

Song Zehan was very satisfied with Ruan Shiyan's understanding ability, and nodded his head to express his affirmation.

But Ruan Shiyan was left speechless by him.

"This forehead has been with me since I was born. It's been 20 years. Why is it yours?"

Song Zehan raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, held her finger and continued to search for words on the page.

But after searching for a long time, she came up with an unreasonable sentence that Ruan Shiyan couldn't refute.

—You are all mine, let alone it?

This man is really...

"Then your forehead is mine? I can hit it casually, right?"

Song Zehan nodded in agreement.

Ruan Shiyan snorted sullenly, immediately bent her fingers, and decisively flicked Song Zehan's forehead.

There was a "pa——" it was crisp and loud, and she felt a little pain when she heard it.

But Song Zehan still didn't change his face.

If she hadn't watched him raise the middle finger she had just flicked to her lips and blow seriously, she would have suspected that nothing had happened just now.

Ruan Shiyan withdrew her fingers in embarrassment and annoyance, waiting for Song Zehan angrily.

"That's my forehead, you said you can hit it casually, why do you want to stop me?"

Song Zehan was noncommittal, grabbed her right hand and held it between the two of them.

The moment their eyes met, Ruan Shiyan understood what his possessive eyes wanted to express.

His forehead is hers, and she can hit it as she pleases, but in the same way, her hands belong to him, so he is reluctant.

Ruan Shiyan: "..."

God, did you see that I had worked so hard in the past ten years and no one loved me, so you specially sent me a husband who hurts too much? !

Ruan Shiyan couldn't help crying in her heart.

If you say it's bad, what's wrong with being hurt by your husband?

But if you want to say yes, she still feels...somewhat uncomfortable.

Maybe it's because of the lack of memories of the past three years, no transition, and the contrast in life before and after is too great, so she hasn't fully adapted to it for a while.

Ruan Shiyan coughed lightly, avoiding Song Zehan's sight, and tucked her hair behind her ears.

Only when he saw the white paper put aside from the corner of the eye did he dully remember Song Zehan's real purpose for calling her over.

This person... It's true, he was still angry just now, so it's okay to talk to her about the forehead problem for a while?
Forget it, she'd better fight for "leniency".

"Cough—I didn't intend to hide the matter from you about Lu Yiyan, but yesterday's accident was so sudden that I didn't remember it for a while, so...forgot to tell you."

"But how did you know? Lu Yiyan told you? He didn't force you to call him brother, did he?"

(End of this chapter)