Despite the restraint in Song Yuchen's eyes, those surging emotions couldn't help but escape.
He said, "Shiyan, the problem between us has never been about class status. It's about you."
He continued in a hoarse voice, "Shi Yan, as long as you nod, I will walk through mountains of swords and seas of fire."
"OK."
He whispered softly into Shi Yan's ear.
Shi Yan's heart was completely confused, and all she could hear was his breath and his words.
He was like a devil from hell, a handsome devil at that, who seduced Shi Yan and made her fall into his trap again and again.
"Shi Yan, answer me, give me a chance, okay?"
"good."
The sound of smoke is like a mosquito.
But Song Yuchen still heard this word.
He couldn't help laughing, Shi Yan was completely confused.
He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. Shi Yan's body went limp and she collapsed in his arms for a long time.
"Song Yuchen."
"Um?"
"You are so mean."
The answer she got was Song Yuchen's low laugh, and Shi Yan couldn't help but pinch him lightly on the arm.
This action was too ambiguous, and Shi Yan's lips curled up slightly.
She let go of Song Yuchen and lifted the quilt to cover herself tightly, "Okay, I'm going to sleep."
On the day Shi Yan was discharged from the hospital, Li Xiangyun brought the entire design team over.
Flowers filled Shiyan's arms.
Shi Yan's arm had not yet fully healed, so Song Yuchen, who was standing next to her, took over the entire process.
Li Yan walked over and said welcome back, but her eyes kept looking at Song Yuchen next to her.
Shi Yan is so lucky, she caught such a rich husband.
It is obvious that Song Yuchen is not an ordinary person. His clothes are custom-made in Italy and are worth a house.
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