Chapter 232: ：Healing sweet daily routine (6)

The eyes of the two of them are facing each other. This scene of waking up in a hug is really warm and makes Anhao who had been frustrated since childhood a little bit unacceptable.
She grinned: "It seems that the anti-fever medicine I bought last night is not bad."
Zuo Hancheng’s eyes had a light luster, he didn’t speak, but he hugged her and didn’t let her escape from the bed. He leaned back on the pillow and glanced at her more lazily:
It’s not a good thing to be too sober after the fever is gone. ."
"Huh?" Anhao was inexplicably strange: "Why?"
"Someone is drooling and grinding teeth in my arms all night, and then merging and talking in sleep. How can I sleep?"
Anhao instantly raised his hand and touched his chin, and his eyes widened in surprise: "Do I drool when I sleep?"
"Do you think your sleeping face looks good?"
Seeing that his attitude seemed to be true, he instinctively opened the quilt on the two of them and went around looking for signs of his drooling.
But after searching for a long time, there were no traces on the clean sheets and quilt, but Zuo Hancheng's pajamas seemed to be torn apart.
Zuo Hancheng, who was slightly pale in front of him, paired with his pajamas that had been torn apart most of his body, making him look like an enchanting little body.
There is no third person on this bed, and obviously the culprit of this guilt is herself.
Seeing Anhao staring at the pajamas on his body, Zuo Hancheng said with a meaningful expression, "I didn't expect you to maintain the appearance that you would rather die than surrender. You would be so bold after falling asleep."
As he said, he slowly raised his collar, seemingly calm, turned and got off the bed with Anhao's unbelievable eyes.
"Hey……"
"Hey hey hey hey, Zuo Hancheng, hey..."
Seeing Zuo Hancheng walk out of the bedroom like this, his head was about to smoke.
Your sister!
What did she do to Zuo Hancheng after falling asleep last night?
Didn't he really make some spring-dreams inexplicably and then stay in his arms all night like this?
Oh my god... Her morals are so broken!
My heart is so tired, I feel I won't love anymore!

After the lessons of the previous night, I decided to re-arrange the second floor as my own private space in the morning of the next day.
All the test papers and so on were taken to the second floor, and Zuo Hancheng was strictly forbidden to enter her private area. It is better known that the upstairs is relatively quiet and you can calm down and write the test papers.
Zuo Hancheng did not refute this reason, and let her toss.
As a handicapped person who currently needs to recuperate at home, he is obviously not far from death if he cares too much about everything. At this point, Zuo Hancheng is still very sorry for his life, at least not intending to stay that way with Anhao.
Anhao went to the second floor, and Zuo Hancheng had more private time. Every time she went downstairs, she could see Mo Bai's figure.
Occasionally Lin Qing and Mo Bai came together. She didn't understand all kinds of things in those companies, but what was certain was Zuo Hancheng's private residence. In his company, apart from Lin Qing and Mo Bai, two confidants, No one else had a chance to come in.
"Mr Zuo, your current recovery situation is really not suitable for returning to the company so early, in my opinion..."
Lin Qing didn't know what he was talking about with Zuo Hancheng, and suddenly said something like this, An happened to go downstairs, and when he heard Lin Qing's words, he glanced in their direction.
"Is it really going to the company so early? Didn't the doctor suggest not to go for the time being? Hasn't the wound healed yet?" she asked.
"Miss Gu." Lin Qing turned to look at her and nodded politely to her.
Mo Bai also smiled at Ann: "We are also persuading Zuo, but it is obviously useless. Recently, there have been a lot of trivial things in the company. During the five years since returning to China, Zuo has been used to doing it himself, and now is no exception."
Seeing Zuo Hancheng sitting on the sofa with a needle in one hand and a stack of documents in the other, Anhao couldn't help but curl his lips: "The more you have money, the more desperate you are. It is better to be ordinary like me. You can take a long vacation and get a good night's sleep for a few days. How much capacity does a person's shoulders have to withstand so many responsibilities, and you can't relax after being injured like this."
Zuo Hancheng didn't look at her, and his voice was calm: "There is such an edible wife, if I don't work harder, I'm afraid I can't support you."
Lin Qing suddenly suffocated a smile, and Mo Bai smiled and glanced at Anhao with a flat expression on his face.
"Even if I eat the most expensive crayfish in my life, it is at most a dime in your assets. A tyrant with billions of assets is afraid that I will eat you poorly! Zuo Hancheng, this silly pot of mine Don’t memorize it! In case you’re overworked one day, and when you fall on your desk, others thought that the crayfish I ate was fed with diamonds! You can actually eat Tangtang Zuo Hancheng!"
Zuo Hancheng's expression was indifferent, and he still didn't look back at her. He turned a page of the document in his hand and said with his hands solemnly, "Is today's test paper finished?"
Anhao's mouth twitched, and then fled and turned upstairs.
Lin Qing and Mo Bai glanced at each other, and each could feel Zuo always indulged and cared for Gu An, but the little girl was obviously not appreciative.
By the way, when has Zuo always been so patient with a woman? Even Rong Xue didn't have this kind of treatment at the beginning, and this girl Anhao is really big-hearted.
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Anhao ran back to her small study room on the second floor. There are already two papers today. I really don’t want to write any more. I just turned on the computer and wanted to go online. Recently, I rarely heard the news of Lips and Lips. With the trail of lips, the dead woman really intends to disappear completely.
She originally planned to log in to QQ, but she temporarily took the computer from Zuo Hancheng's study, only to find that there was no QQ installed in the computer, only international MSN and some international popular communication tools.
Anhao curled his mouth, the mouse was refreshing randomly on the screen, and suddenly, a new email popped out below.
This is not Zuo Hancheng's work computer. Although he often uses it for work, there are not too few things installed in it. She has never noticed that his private mailbox is automatically logged in after booting.
An instinctively intends to close the notification message of that new email and give it to him when he goes downstairs later.
But his eyes caught a glimpse of the sender of the private email with the signature snow.
Snow, snow?
An Hao raised her eyebrows, and the mouse couldn't control her and clicked the email.
The content of the email opening hand is very simple, only the top photo with a very beautiful back view, and in the distance of the scenery in the photo, there is a back-and-forth figure that turns and looks back in an instant.
The photos are beautiful, and the text below is also beautiful.
Although Anhao's academic performance is not very good, she deliberately copied a lot of love poems from abroad when she was chasing the school grass and sent them to others as invitations.
The poem that Rong Xue composes under the photo happened to be a sour poem that Anhao once wrote.
It is "The Voice of Heart" written by an Australian poet named Rilke.