Chapter 367: : I want to be on top (4)

Zuo Hancheng was a rare late return that night. Anhao was originally because he would be on vacation this afternoon and tomorrow, so he was in a good mood to buy various ingredients and plan to wait for Zuo Hancheng to come back and eat hot pot at home.
Anyway, the hot pot ingredients are delicious, and they will definitely be better than the meals she made herself.
As a result, because Zuo Hancheng had a temporary meeting at night, Anhao had to eat hot pot alone, sweaty and spicy tears went out, and finally cleaned up the mess on the table and rushed into the bathroom to take a bath.
She was humming a song in the bathroom, and suddenly heard the sound of the door outside, she directly took the bathrobe and put it on her body, and walked out with a good absorbent towel on her head.
I saw Zuo Hancheng's face faintly tired when he entered the door, Anhao looked at him while wiping his hair: "You weren't that busy the other day. Did you pile up all your work today? Suddenly so late?"
Zuo Hancheng glanced at her. Although the fatigue in his eyes was still lingering, he smiled, and when he sat on the sofa, he motioned to her to go and sit too.
Anhao wiped his hair clean and walked over to sit next to him: "Aren’t you tired? I originally prepared hot pot at night, but you didn’t come back. I ate it by myself. I was afraid that it might not taste good tomorrow. Pour all the soup base. If you have nothing to eat at night, I will help you prepare some more..."
"No, I have eaten." Zuo Hancheng suddenly held Anhao's hand, the grip was a bit tight, a bit different from the usual strength, which caused Anhao to pause slightly, lowering his eyes to watch the two shaking hands. He raised his eyes again, suddenly raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Are you jealous that I have a vacation tomorrow?"
"Well, I'm very jealous." Zuo Hancheng took her into his arms: "Don't talk, let me be quiet."
An Hao immediately looked at him inexplicably, "Am I noisy?"
However, seeing him closing his eyes and sitting on the sofa holding her in a position holding her, she only asked one question and did not speak any more. She just leaned quietly in his arms and allowed him to hold her like this. Simply put his ears directly on his chest, leaned against his arms, found a comfortable posture, smiled and rubbed his face against his chest.
In the end, Zuo Hancheng was still rubbed by her wet hair and opened his eyes, and patted her on the head: "How many shirts do you want to ruin me?"
Anhao raised his eyes: "Really tired? I still want you to blow my hair. The last time you helped me blow my hair, I was amazed by how skilled you were!"
Zuo Hancheng looked down at the small eyes in her eyes that deliberately wanted to toss him, and a light luster appeared in her black eyes, and stroked her wet hair: "Go get the hairdryer."
Even so tired, there is still responsive?
Being blessed is not an Anhao personality. Anhao directly got up and ran to find the hair dryer, connected it to the electricity, and delivered it to him. He lay directly on the sofa with his head resting on his lap. With her legs curled together under her nightdress, she obediently prepared to enjoy the posture of her husband blowing hair treatment herself.
Zuo Hancheng caught a glimpse of her mermaid-like appearance, her long nightdress wrapped her entire leg in, only two white and lovely feet dangling there.
As his hand passed between her hair, Anhao closed his eyes and sighed comfortably: "Anyway, you asked me to grow my hair. Long hair is inconvenient for washing and blowing. Trouble, after I wash my hair, I will leave the hair dryer to you, okay?"
"Good." Zuo Hancheng's voice was very soft.
Anhao opened his eyes and looked at him. When he saw him blowing her hair, there was tenderness in his eyes, as if he was treating a cherished treasure with care and patience.
Anhao immediately rolled over in his arms, turned his head, facing his abdomen, enjoying his service, while raising his hand to play with the corner of his shirt: "Rong Xue went to Shengling Group today. Isn't it?"
Zuo Hancheng didn't answer, still blowing her hair.
I don't know if the sound of the hair dryer is too loud and drowns her voice, or he just didn't intend to answer.
Anhao continued to ask, "Did she go to you? Or on behalf of Tiansheng to talk about cooperation in entertainment projects?"
Zuo Hancheng still didn't answer, his slender fingers ran softly between her hair, calling a serious one.
Seeing that he was completely ignoring her words, Anhao suddenly rolled his eyes, then suddenly sat up, and stared at him with his hair that hadn't been blown out yet: "Have you seen the news today?"
Zuo Hancheng stopped the hair dryer, put it aside, glanced at her calmly, and raised her hand to smooth her messy Mei Chaofeng hair: "You may catch a cold when you sleep without drying it."
Anhao raised his hand and touched his hair. It was indeed a little wet, but now the point is not the hair.
She stared at his always indifferent expression: "Rong Xue belongs to the kind of proud woman with high style, but she would rather put down her style and chase you constantly, wanting to walk to you again, this is definitely There is a reason she wants to persist."
Zuo Hancheng listened to her quietly, did not immediately interrupt, just looked at her jealous flame eyes and listened quietly.
"I want to know the reason for her persistence." Anhao has never felt inexplicably panicked like today.
When I saw the news, I saw Rong Xue deliberately smiled at her in front of everyone.
After the eyelids settled, they jumped for two hours.
Originally planned to ask him a few words while eating hot pot at night, taking advantage of the good atmosphere, but Zuo Hancheng came back so late today.
But she still couldn't help it.
She always felt that it was impossible for Rong Xue to pester someone unwillingly.
Even if it is a man who has loved deeply, even if it may just be unwilling.
But a woman like Rong Xue would use a strong or even a little entangled method to try to infiltrate the territory step by step. It is definitely not that simple.
There is no love without complaint, nor hatred without cause.
There will always be a reason.
For this reason, she believes that Zuo Hancheng, the person involved, fully knows.
While Anhao kept staring at him, she saw her reflection in Zuo Hancheng's dark pupils. She was glaring at her with a pair of eyes and a mess of hair, and she was waiting for her. Realizing that my state seems a bit like it is too late when jealousy is flying in the sky.
Zuo Hancheng had already glanced at the Chun-guang in her bathrobe that was accidentally torn apart when she just got up, and immediately stretched out her hand to easily pull back her who was about to jump off the sofa.