I was pampered after my fake marriage with the president

There was a strange feeling in Jian Xun's heart, very strange, Zuo Fan's hand holding his wrist was very hot and hot, but he held it so tightly, as if he was afraid that he would disappear if he let go.

"I'm not going anywhere...I just want to go downstairs and call my aunt to help...you are too heavy..."

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Fan frowned and said, "I'm not heavy, I... lost weight... Do you also... dislike me for being fat?"

Ok?

What to lose weight?

What do you hate?

Why does this man say something incomprehensible when he is drunk?

Although I don't know what he's talking about, but the current situation won't work if the stalemate persists, so Jian Xun can only comfort him first, "I don't dislike you, I don't dislike you...how could I dislike you?"

After hearing this sentence, Zuo Fan seemed to be frowning a little, and murmured: "Well, I know."

Jian Xun: "..."

What happened to the sudden "I know you best" expression?

"Only you are good to me, I always know." Zuo Fan held Jian Xun's hand even tighter.

ha?

What the hell is he talking about?

"Cat, I also raised it, and lost weight, when will you show up?"

Jian Xun was completely confused, he seriously suspected that Mr. Fan had admitted the wrong person.

"Well, Fanzong, no matter who you recognize me as, I have to report a tricky matter to you now. You are drunk now, but you are pressing the quilt, and I can't move you into the quilt by myself, so I'm going downstairs to find a helper now, if you don't mind, can you let me go?" Jian Xun asked softly.

But he never expected that, who knows which word in this sentence stimulated Mr. Fan, he actually pulled Jian Xun towards him, and Jian Xun fell on Zuo Fan.

Zuo Fan: "It is impossible to let go."

Jian Xun: ...

? ? ? ?

no……

What the hell is this?

Can you get more out of it?

He was just about to struggle to get up when suddenly there was a voice from the door: "Ah~"

Jian Xun turned her head stiffly, and saw Zhang Ping standing at the door, covering her mouth and saying, "Excuse me..."

"No, no, Auntie, it's not what you think..." Jian Xun quickly explained.

"Auntie understands, auntie understands everything. You are busy, you are busy." Zhang Ping retreated out tactfully, and closed the door for them by the way.

"Wait a minute... Auntie... I, I need help!!!" Jian Xun didn't give up the last chance to struggle, but Zuo Fan turned over and put his long legs on Jian Xun's waist.

Jian Xun: "..."

have to.

I can't move at all.

At this moment, Jian Xun deeply understood how to write the word "despair".

Jian Xun poked Zuo Fan's shoulder with his index finger: "Hello? Are you still awake?"

Zuo Fan's breathing was even, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

"..."

Wow you are really too much for trapping me here and you sleep so soundly.

then what do I do?

Jian Xun looked at Zuo Fan resignedly, not to mention, it was really shocking to observe Zuo Fan at such a close distance. His facial features are so superior, with long eyelashes, a high nose bridge, extremely thin lips, elegant lip line, and a sharp jaw line. The arc is full of male hormones.

I can't watch it anymore, I will feel inferior if I continue to watch it.

The same man, the gap is too big.

Jian Xun shook his head vigorously.

Fine……

Then we'll be exhausted, I don't believe you don't change your posture overnight.

In this posture, he played with his mobile phone.

However, maybe the phone was too hypnotizing, he fell asleep before Zuofan changed his position.

The next day, he was woken up by the sound of scratching the door.

I thought I was sleeping in the guest room, so I said in a daze, "Bread, be quiet, let me sleep for a while."

But the sound of scratching the door continued, and there was also the anxious "meow" sound of Bread.

Only then did Jian Xun fully wake up, but found that he couldn't move.

Ok?

He looked up—and saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

He lowered his head - what he saw was an unfamiliar quilt.

He throws back the covers - and sees an arm on top of him.

Jian Xun:? ? ?

He felt behind him—a firm chest.

Emmmmm...

According to the analysis of this situation, he couldn't...was he sleeping in the arms of the person behind him? ?

Wait!

Zuofan really didn't change his posture all night?

Do not!wrong!

I am covered with a quilt!

How did the quilt get on top of both of us?

Fuck, I'm running out of brains...

"What are you doing twisting and twisting so early in the morning?"

Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind.

Jian Xun's body froze for three seconds—"Wow!!!—"

He rolled straight to the ground.

"When did you wake up?"

Zuo Fan propped himself up with one hand, lay on his side and looked at him: "It's been a while since I woke up."

Jian Xun swallowed: "Heavenly conscience, I didn't sleep with you on purpose, I didn't take advantage of you, I swear!"