Zhou Yan seemed to vent, and it seemed to be deliberately tortured, and he tossed for a long time.

Jiang Nanzhi woke up from sleep, the sky was already very bright, and the undrawn curtains stole the sunlight in and illuminated the house.

When she got up and got out of bed, her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand a little unsteady for a while, and when she came to the mirror, it was even more scary, Zhou Yan left too many marks on her this time, and he never felt too sorry for her.

Every time it leaves a mark, but this time it's a little more infiltrating.

Probably because she was angry that she ruined his good deeds last night.

Jiang Nanzhi raised his hand and touched the bruises on his neck, and remembered Zhou Yan's almost crazy plunder last night, and lowered his eyes slightly.

She knew, it was just venting.

After washing up, he put on a turtleneck, and Jiang Nanzhi walked out of the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yan was still there, standing on the terrace in a white shirt and black trousers, but the back was particularly dazzling and prominent.

Jiang Nanzhi likes it, and he likes it at first sight.

In her hometown, she had never seen such a good-looking person as Zhou Yan.

When she was 18 years old, her grandmother took her hand and came to Zhou's house, she stood downstairs and looked up at Zhou Yan upstairs.

He was dressed in the simplest white T-shirt, with his hands on the terrace, looking down at her.

The face is expressionless.

His eyebrows and eyes are very good-looking, and even if he doesn't smile, people can't help but be happy.

The sun was very good that day, there was a breeze, Jiang Nanzhi blinked, and felt that the world was bright.

"Miss Jiang."

Downstairs, Aunt Zhang, who was in charge of the diet and daily life of the two, had already made breakfast, and when she saw Jiang Nanzhi standing on the second floor in a daze, she raised her head and called her, "Breakfast is ready, you can go downstairs to eat." ”

His thoughts were pulled back by the voice, Jiang Nanzhi looked at Zhang's mother, nodded and responded with a soft 'um', and then walked to the terrace to call Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan was on the phone, and she came behind him and called him, "Ah Yan." ”

But it didn't get his attention.

Zhou Yan's attention was all on the phone at the moment, Jiang Nanzhi couldn't see his expression, and only heard his tone with a bit of rebuke and concern.

"Why don't you eat? Do you have to force me to feed you? ”

I don't know what was said over there, Zhou Yan suddenly snorted coldly, "Let you go, don't think about it." ”

The tone was particularly domineering, and he said, "The woman I fancy has never let go." ”

Hanging up the phone, Zhou Yan turned around and saw Jiang Nanzhi.

The four eyes were facing each other, but it was Jiang Nanzhi who was nervous.

She looked at Zhou Yan, afraid that he would misunderstand her eavesdropping, she would be angry, she would be annoying, and she tried her best to pull out a smile to make herself look well-behaved, "Ah Yan, breakfast is ready, do you want to..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhou Yan frowned and interrupted her.

"You don't care about my business."

After Zhou Yan finished speaking, he strode away and walked past Jiang Nanzhi, without giving her a superfluous look.

Jiang Nanzhi turned his head and watched Zhou Yan's figure disappear from his eyes, then ran to the terrace in small steps, looking down at his figure reappearing.

Zhou Yan's steps were very anxious, and her good-looking eyebrows were put together, not often looking at her irritability, with worry.

Is it because of Chen Helu?

This answer is certain in Jiang Nanzhi's heart, the first time she heard Chen Helu's name two months ago was when Zhou Yan was drunk, she heard it from his mouth.

Second.

is Zhou Yan's good brother, Lu Yuanan.

She asked him tentatively, who is Chen Helu?

He looked at her, and after a few hesitations, told her that it was a woman who fascinated Zhou Yan.

He tried to make Jiang Nan feel sad, but she was still a little sad.

Grandma always said that Zhou Yan liked her.

But before he liked her, he already liked someone else.

Is it possible for him to like her?

Does Jiangnan know?

A pair of obsidian eyes, looking at Zhou Yan's figure gradually moving away, it seemed that there were ants biting in his heart.