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And Cheng An'an took care of Yan Haozhe in the hospital for a week, and continued to return to work, constantly shooting advertisements every day.

Since the wound on Yan Haozhe's body is still in the recovery stage, he must change the dressing every day and then re-tie a new bandage, otherwise, the wound will easily become infected and suppurated.

For Yan Haozhe, the doctor's advice is to stay in bed at home to recuperate, because the weather is hot now, and it is easy to sweat if you move twice, so it is better to stay at home and recuperate.

However, the doctor's words were equivalent to farting in Yan Haozhe's ears.

Why?

Because, if he stays at home, he won't be able to be with Cheng An'an!

So, he went to the company every day, and every day he had to go to Cheng Anan's advertising shooting site for a few laps.

From time to time, when Cheng An'an was resting, he pulled her to the corner for an ambiguous look, kissed her mouth, and hugged something.

Sometimes, in front of countless staff members present, he hugged Cheng Anan and began to kiss.

directly opened the gorgeous show of affection mode, sprinkled dog food, and abused wave after wave of single Wang.

Later, because the wound had been bad, Yan Haozhe took the opportunity to commission a proposal for Cheng Anan to move to his house.

At first, Cheng Anan refused.

But later, feeling sorry for Yan Haozhe's injuries, he promised to temporarily move to his house for a period of time because of him, and then move back when his injuries were healed.

It's just that in Yan Haozhe's opinion, as long as Cheng An'an enters the door of his house, he has a way to let her live forever.

Hey, hey, hey!

Yan Haozhe couldn't help but be happy in his heart just thinking about it.

It was early in the morning.

Yan Haozhe asked Uncle Zhang to drive the car to the downstairs of Cheng Anan's apartment.

He personally went upstairs to help Cheng Anan pack his things.

……

In the bedroom, Yan Haozhe stared at the bed that was piled with clothes, and the black lines on his forehead were rising.

"What are you doing here?" Yan Haozhe picked up a piece of clothing from the bed.

"My clothes...... Huh! What are you doing? ”

After Cheng An'an finished speaking, Yan Haozhe threw her clothes out, like throwing a piece of garbage.

Then, Yan Haozhe poured all the clothes that had been packed up in Cheng An'an's gift box on the ground.

Glancing at the empty boxes, Yan Haozhe picked up one of them casually, and looked at Cheng Anan with a twisted eyebrow: "You only have these clothes?" ”

Cheng Anan picked up a few clothes and threw them into the box, looked at Yan Haozhe and said, "Well, I only have these clothes!" ”

"You don't have to clean up, you just need to come over!"

"But my ...... Toothbrush towels were also ......"

"I don't want those things either!"

Cheng Anan wanted to go back to the bathroom to take away her toiletries, but Yan Haozhe couldn't help but say anything, pulled her up and walked out of the house, without giving her a chance to turn around, dragged her into the elevator and went downstairs.

After stuffing her into the back seat of the car, Yan Haozhe also got into the car.

"Go to the nearest department store!"

As soon as Yan Haozhe finished speaking, Uncle Zhang started the car and drove towards the place Yan Haozhe ordered.

Cheng Anan didn't expect Yan Haozhe to pick her up this time, and it was Uncle Zhang's car, so he felt a little uncomfortable and didn't speak.

"What's wrong?" Finding that something was wrong with her, Yan Haozhe pulled Cheng Anan into his arms.

"Nothing!" Cheng Anan lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"Isn't there a lot of talk in normal times, why is it so quiet today?" Yan Haozhe raised his eyebrows.

"Do I usually talk a lot?" Cheng Anan raised his head and looked at him suspiciously.

"What do you think?" Yan Haozhe smiled softly.

"Alright! I'll try to talk as little as I can in the future! Cheng Anan pursed his mouth and lowered his head.

actually said that she talked a lot, did she annoy her?

Cheng An thought with peace of mind.

"What? Angry? Yan Haozhe poked Cheng Anan's face with his hand.

"......" Cheng Anan didn't speak.

"Really angry?" Yan Haozhe poked her face a few more times with his hand.

"Aren't you, you're really angry?" Lifting Cheng Anan's face, Yan Haozhe looked nervous.

"yes, yes, I'm angry...... Hmmm......mm Cheng Anan knocked off his hand holding his chin and shouted.

Who knows, before the words were shouted, they were blocked by Yan Haozhe with his mouth.

"Hmm......" Cheng Anan struggled in his arms to protest.

I hate it, and there's someone else in the car!

But as soon as he kissed her on the lips, Yan Haozhe, who couldn't stop, directly threw her down on the back seat by force, and the kiss became more and more forgetful.

His tongue kept stirring in her mouth, sucking the honey from her mouth, and he deepened the kiss, hugging her tightly, just wanting to get more out of her cherry mouth.

Uncle Zhang, who had never seen Yan Haozhe like this, chose not to squint and concentrate on driving, as if he didn't exist.

Cheng An'an, who had already been kissed, couldn't touch the north, because he remembered that there was still Uncle Zhang in the car, so he came back to his senses and slapped Yan Haozhe.

"Uh-huh!" inadvertently hit the knife on Yan Haozhe's arm, and the pain made Yan Haozhe snort, let go of Cheng An'an, and sat up.

"How's it going, are you alright?" Seeing Yan Haozhe frowning in pain, Cheng Anan looked nervous, and stretched his hand to check his arm.

"It's fine!" Yan Haozhe helped Cheng An'an's hand stretched out to his arm and said with a smile.

"Are you alright?" Cheng Anan looked at him suspiciously.

"It's all right!" Yan Haozhe took her into his arms and emphasized with a smile.

"I don't believe it, you see you're sweating all over your head!" Catching a glimpse of the sweat oozing from Yan Haozhe's forehead, Cheng An'an didn't say a word and rolled up the shirt sleeve of his injured arm.

The slippery touch in his hand made Cheng An'an nervous suddenly, and as soon as he opened his palm, his fingers were full of blood.

The wound must have been ruptured, otherwise there wouldn't have been so much blood.

"It's okay, don't worry!" Yan Haozhe withdrew his arm from Cheng An'an's hand, still maintaining a gentle smile on his face.

"You stupid, you're bleeding, and you say it's okay, blame me, it's too heavy!" Cheng Anan's brows were tightened, his face was bitter, and he was about to cry with self-blame.

"Don't cry, don't cry, it's just that the wound has cracked, go back and I'll let Du Yong come to eliminate the poison again, just take a medicine!"

"When he comes, your blood will run out, go to the hospital, now, go immediately!"

"Go home, don't go to the hospital, there is medicine at home, when I go back, you can help me take the medicine!"

"No matter where you go, as long as it can help you stop the bleeding!"

So, Yan Haozhe asked Uncle Zhang to change his route and go back to the villa.

After cleaning, disinfecting, and medicating, the bleeding finally stopped.

Cheng Anan put down the powder, took the clean medical bandage handed over by Uncle Zhang, and carefully bandaged Yan Haozhe's wound, for fear that if he accidentally touched it, the wound would bleed again.

Looking at Cheng An'an's serious and cautious appearance, Yan Haozhe hooked the corners of his mouth, filled with happiness.