A Sweet Wife Is Hard to Chase: The President’s Husband Loves Sweetly

Zhong Tiancheng's heart was as sweet as honey, and with Ah Si's protection, he didn't even bother to argue with the man in front of him.

The attitude changed very quickly, and he smiled: "Sir, I think you must have something to hide? I can understand, because my wife was ill a while ago, and my state is even more broken than yours, but you have to believe, everything will pass of."

He patted Chi Yanfeng on the shoulder, "Come on."

Afterwards, he held An Shuyao's hand and walked away in a big way.

Looking at their happy backs, and seeing An Shuyao not rejecting Zhong Tiancheng's approach at all, Chi Yanfeng slowly clenched his hands down his legs into fists.

But then, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

He guessed that Shuyao would become what she is now, completely forgetting herself, most likely because of taking suppressive medicine, he heard this from the old king.

Think about it, if he could get the suppressant medicine, he would not hesitate to take it for Shuyao.

As long as it can relieve her pain and make her recover, Chi Yanfeng is willing to do anything.

In the distance, Zhong Tiancheng opened the car door, protected An Shuyao's head and watched her get into the co-pilot, fastened her seat belt, and closed the car door.

He was supposed to sit directly in the driver's seat, but he couldn't hold back, and looked back, just in time to meet Chi Yanfeng's gaze who was looking here affectionately.

Through the dark car window, An Shuyao was finally able to justifiably look at the figure whose gaze had been following her all along. For some reason, her heart felt an inexplicable pain.

Seeing how they looked at each other affectionately, Zhong Tiancheng couldn't stand still, he quickly got into the car, kicked the accelerator, and drove away.

They wandered around the shopping mall several times, bought various snacks, fruits and food, and didn't return home until it was getting dark. At this time, Chi Yanfeng had disappeared.

Seeing that his car was not downstairs, Zhong Tiancheng heaved a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face eased a lot.

An Shuyao hugged the fruit, observed his expression, and said with a smile, "Actually, we met that person before, right? I think, not only do you know him, but you probably have some trouble with him."

Zhong Tiancheng felt guilty, and unconsciously tightened his hand holding the steering wheel, "Why do you say that?"

"Because you are very nervous. We have been shopping for so long, and you have been absent-minded."

"What's the matter? You don't need to hide it from me. I can accept anything. Even if it's bad, I can bear it with you. "

bear together...

Zhong Tiancheng smiled bitterly in his heart, "It's all in the past, there is no need to mention it again. During the last period of time, I just want to walk with you quietly."

An Shuyao's heart skipped a beat, "The last period of time? What do you mean?"

"Uh... just, that's..." Zhong Tiancheng said nervously what he shouldn't have said, and became even more nervous after he finished speaking. He faltered for a long time, and finally he could only make nonsense: "I want to take you to emigrate abroad, so , this is our last period in the country."

Hearing his explanation, An Shuyao breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought you were talking about which of the two of us would die soon. I was really scared to death by you."

Zhong Tiancheng laughed with her, secretly relieving his nervousness, and his palms were sweating anxiously. "How is it possible? We are young, and we will live a long life."

"Well, I think so too."

She nodded heavily, then approached him, "You're actually changing the subject, aren't you?"

The two of them approached suddenly, Zhong Tiancheng's heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and his face turned red up to his ears.

"No, no."

"Okay, don't lie to me, I know you're just changing the subject. Since you don't want to tell me more about your relationship with that person, then I just don't ask, and I'll talk about it when you want to tell me."

Holding the bag in her arms, An Shuyao opened the door and got out of the car.

Zhong Tiancheng followed closely.

The two walked into the unit door talking and laughing.

There was the sound of closing the door, and Chi Yanfeng, who had been hiding in the dark, came slowly with a tall and straight figure. He silently watched An Shuyao's figure jumping upstairs, and heard her gradual laughter, the corner of his mouth twitched. With a faint smile.

Soon, their talking and laughing were interrupted by the sound of closing the door.

The living room and kitchen lights in Zhong Tiancheng's house were all lit up.

Chi Yanfeng stood by the flower bed downstairs, staring at the busy figure of the woman in the kitchen, he couldn't hide his smile.

But in a blink of an eye, it was replaced by intense sadness.

Sometimes people are so contradictory.

He wanted An Shuyao to live, as long as she could live, he was willing to pay any price.Seeing her slowly recovering, seeing her laughing and laughing beside other men, completely forgetting about herself, his heart was still disappointing, with a burning pain.

Not far away, there was the sound of a car turning off.

Leng Xiaoran came from the darkness, walked to Chi Yanfeng's side, and followed his gaze to the busy figure in the kitchen on the third floor.

Sighing: "Gu Zhuo said that you come here to guard Shuyao every day, I thought he was talking nonsense, I didn't expect you to do such a worthless thing."

Chi Yanfeng took out a cigarette and handed it to him, "Aren't you here too? Don't laugh at fifty steps."

"I'm mainly here to see you."

He lit a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

Chi Yanfeng joked: "What? Can't catch up with Shuyao and plan to change targets? You know me, I'm not close to men."

"roll."

Leng Xiaoran gave a cold snort, and stood beside him smoking silently.

Both were silent, but not embarrassed.

After a long time, he said: "I just heard from Ah Xuan that Shuyao has completely forgotten the past, right?"

"Ah."

Leng Xiaoran did not give up: "Everyone has forgotten? Including me, including simplicity?"

Chi Yanfeng rolled his eyes at him, "Even I forgot, what are you two?"

"..." Leng Xiaoran was deflated, looked at the happy silhouette, and sighed: "Forget it, just forget it, it's better than disappearing. What are you going to do next?"

"What do you mean?"

"How can you snatch Shuyao back! You won't just allow Zhong Tiancheng to stay by her side all the time, right? She doesn't remember the past at all, and Zhong Tiancheng didn't just make up the memories of the past! If Zhong Tiancheng said He is Shuyao's husband, Shuyao will suffer!"

Leng Xiaoran's words were like stabbing a knife into Chi Yanfeng's heart, causing him pain, but he still kept smiling.

"Why does your IQ always plummet after encountering Shuyao?"

"??" Leng Xiaoran wondered, "What do you mean by that?"

"You also went to Liangguo, and heard what the old king told me about the VI virus. Shuyao will lose her memory. It's not a cure at all, but Zhong Tiancheng gave her medicine to suppress her illness."

"What!?" Leng Xiao realized later, "This grandson! How could he do this! That's not why we promised him!"

"I think he's buying time."

Chi Yanfeng continued to sigh, with a helpless expression on his face: "At that time, Shuyao's condition was too bad. I don't need suppressive medicine. I'm afraid I won't be able to resist it for two days."

Leng Xiaoran angrily threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and chanted hard, "You are kind-hearted, why do I think that guy did it on purpose? He obviously has a way to save Shuyao, but he deliberately gave her suppressive medicine to make her forget Everything in the past! In this way, only Shuyao is left with him, and he can write their past at will!"

"Then what can be done?"

Under the pitch-black night, the breeze blew by, making Chi Yanfeng's eyes scarlet.

"I just want Shuyao to live. Only he can do this."

"Then have you ever thought about Shuyao's willingness?"

Thinking of everything being forgotten, Leng Xiaoran's heart ached sharply, "You made such a decision for her, have you ever thought about her wishes? Perhaps, she would rather die,"

"Can you watch Shuyao die in front of us with your own eyes?"

Leng Xiaoran was halfway through speaking when Chi Yanfeng interrupted in a low voice.

"Maybe you can, but I can't. I'd rather be the one infected by the VI virus, and I can die with her, but after all, I can't watch her close her eyes in front of me."

When mentioning that night, Chi Yanfeng's heart was broken.

Leng Xiaoran was also silent, he just imagined that scene for a while, and his heart couldn't bear the pain.

Even though he knew that he wouldn't live alone if An Shuyao left, he still couldn't bear such a scene.

It turned out that his expectations were the same as Chi Yanfeng's.

He only wanted An Shuyao to live.

She's alive, that's all.

The two men lit their cigarettes again. Under the crescent moon, they all looked at the busy woman in the kitchen with different expressions.

After a long time, Chi Yanfeng broke the silence, did not look back, and spoke aimlessly and relaxedly. "You just ran over to read Shuyao, does Sister Hua agree?"

"I don't agree, I quarrel every day."

"..." Chi Yanfeng looked back at him, "Then you're still here?"

"I'm not sure that Shuyao is fine, I don't worry."

Leng Xiaoran took a puff of cigarette forcefully, and with his own expectation, he said earnestly: "Chi Yanfeng, let me ask you a question."

"what?"

"Are you still planning to chase Shuyao back?"

"Why do you ask?"

"If you chase, I'll help you. If you don't chase, I won't give him up to Zhong Tiancheng."

Under the slightly cool night, the two men were leaning against the flower bed, smoking a cigarette, and looked at each other from the air, with a sense of aggression.

Chi Yanfeng wiped out the cigarette with his bare hands and threw it into the flower bed, his eyes were colder than the moonlight. "The deal with Zhong Tiancheng is to keep Shuyao alive, and I won't give her up to anyone."

"Okay, I remember your words. If you can follow suit, I will bless you."

"Thank you."

The originally good atmosphere became a bit awkward because of the question raised by Leng Xiaoran.

Fortunately, at this time, Leng Xiaoran's phone rang, breaking the deadlock.

He shrugged, with a terrible look on his face, didn't want to answer the phone, and pressed mute.

Chi Yanfeng said darkly: "Whose phone is it?"

"Miss Hua."

"Really? Let me see."

He snatched the phone directly, pressed the answer button without saying a word, and put the phone directly into Leng Xiaoran's ear.

At that speed, I can't keep up with being single for decades.