Chapter 133 Even if there is a confession, it should be him who does it!

"You said that word again!" Zhi Yan got off his thigh and sat back down angrily. Yu Zehui realized it belatedly and wanted to slap himself, but he didn't mean it. As a male chauvinist, he would never apologize to him in a humble manner.

He stretched out his hand and stiffly fastened his seat belt. Before he could take his hand back, Zhi Yan angrily unbuckled it and kicked the car door hard. Yu Zehui pinched his waist with his big hand and fastened the seat belt again, "I don't want you to fasten it, let me go!"

Zhi Yan screamed and struggled to break free from him. Yu Zehui tore off the safety belt and hugged him on his thighs, holding him tightly with both arms. "Fuck you! Do you think I really won't hit you? You hit me with a bottle tonight, and I didn't bother with you. I chased you and coaxed you, but you turned your face away from me. That's enough!"

"How can you coax me? You were obviously chasing me and yelling at me!" Zhi Yan started crying again, tears rolling down his cheeks. He was upset. In the past five years, Yu Zehui rarely even spoke to him loudly, let alone yelling at him.

But tonight, he yelled at him in front of so many people and told him to get out. If there weren't so many people watching, he would have hit him this morning.

Yu Zehui stared at the red lips so close to him, wantonly and obscenely, and finally cursed softly, "Fuck!" He pinched Zhi Yan's fragile neck, leaned over and kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes, the taste was very salty, and then kissed from the corners of his eyes to the tip of his nose, and from the tip of his nose to his lips.

The car stopped at the traffic light, and a strange green light shone through the window. Yu Zehui suddenly came to his senses and slapped himself. Zhi Yan grabbed his arm, "What are you doing?!"

"Don't move!" Yu Zehui held him and panted fiercely, burying his face in his neck. The pain quickly numbed those dirty things...

Zhi Yan grabbed his hand, wanting to merge his flesh and blood into his body, so that he would have to take him with him wherever he went, and he wouldn't have to wait for him to come day and night in the hospital.

His health was getting worse and worse, and he was afraid that he would not be able to see him for the last time. So he kept crying and making noises. Yu Zehui noticed that he cried and made noises a lot, and moved most of his work to the hospital.

Except for the weekly meetings and the dinners he had to attend, he stayed with him in the hospital almost all the time. People are greedy, and so is Zhi Yan. He didn't want Yu Zehui to leave, he wanted Yu Zehui to be his alone.

But his last name is Yu.

It was destined that it would not be Yu Zehui who was just him.

"Don't come to the bar alone from now on, even if you have bangs."

The light in the car was dim and Zhi Yan couldn't see his outline clearly. "What about you?"

Yu Zehui chuckled softly, knowing that he would definitely catch him. "I tried not to go, but today is Yang Wenbiao's party, so I have to go. It's your birthday next week, so I'll be a little busier this week and use next week to accompany you. Where do you want to go?"

Zhi Yan turned around and stroked his handsome nose with his slender fingers, "I want you! Not in the literal sense, I want you to have sex with me!"

The light from the window split Yu Zehui into two halves, one half in the light and the other half in the dark. He had raised him for so many years, how could he not like him? But he was a short-lived person, and he didn't want to delay Zhiyan. But he couldn't give him to someone else.

The big hand that still smelled of blood wrapped around his waist and kissed his cold cheek with restraint and forbearance, "Let's talk about it after your birthday."

He didn't want to give him a perfunctory response. Even if he agreed, it shouldn't be done in the car. Besides, he should be the one to confess.

The day after Zhiyan's birthday, Yu Zehui got up very early. On the European retro sofa, he took a piece of paper with scribblings and revisions, and recited what was written on it again and again. He drank too much last night, and when he woke up in the morning, he felt dizzy and groggy, and couldn't recite a single word.

She covered her face with paper, leaned back, and crossed her long legs on the coffee table. "Fuck it, I won't recite it anymore. I'll just do whatever I want."

Liu Hai clumsily picked a bunch of red roses in the back garden, wrapped them in ugly paper, and proudly asked for credit, "Chairman, the roses are done! Aren't they wrapped beautifully? Hurry up and give me a raise. If I can't work with you anymore, I'll go set up a stall to wrap flowers!"

Yu Zehui already wanted to vomit, and seeing how ugly the wrapping was, he wanted to vomit even more. He covered his mouth and said, "I'll settle the score with you later! Wrap it for me again. I gave you so much money, and you just gave me two newspapers and sent me away. Are you looking for death?!"

"I want to rewrap it, but it's too late!" Liu Hai walked past him with the rose in his arms and handed it to Zhi Yan who had come down at some point.

"Chairman, I'm leaving first. The chef I ordered will arrive tonight, and I have prepared the set everywhere..."

Liu Hai ran while talking, and in the end he almost shouted...

Zhi Yan was holding the rose, not knowing what to do. The sleepiness he had just felt was gone after Liu Hai yelled at him. Yu Zehui held his forehead, feeling embarrassed before. He was always ruthless, but now he just wanted to crawl under the sofa.

But the roses had already been given away, and it was not a good idea to continue being so depressed. He stood up with a gloomy face, took off his black suit jacket, wrapped the roses in it, and stuffed it back into Zhiyan's arms.

Before Zhiyan could ask him what he was going to do, Lei Li dragged him, who was still in his pajamas, towards the garden. When they reached a convenient corner, he confessed his love to him, even though more than half of his words were swear words.

Zhiyan only realized halfway through what he said. He was confessing. He laughed at first, then cried. It was like Zehui had finished speaking. He cried and laughed at the same time. He had been waiting for this day for five years. He was not afraid that there would not be such a day. He was afraid that he would not be able to wait for Yu Zehui.

Yu Zehui panicked, "Why are you crying again? I told you, they won't send anyone to my bed anymore! I warned them! If they dare to do that again, I'll fucking kill them!"

"I believe you..." Zhi Yan threw away the rose, pulled him forward anxiously, and bit his lips wildly.

Yu Zehui had already kissed enough, and he reached out a hand to hurriedly take off his pants, "No more kissing, let's do it first."

Zhiyan looked at him resentfully, "Can't we kiss each other while doing it?"

Yu Zehui couldn't ask for more, "That's fine!"

"No, why are you so good at it?"

"I'm not good at it, I'm just gifted!"

"But even if you are gifted, it can't be this good, right?"

"Fuck you! Can we not discuss this at this time? I have good skills, aren't you the beneficiary? You still doubt me! You wait, I will roll my eyes at you and take your last name!"

Frost is falling, moon is melting. Zhi Yan wakes up and finds himself alone in bed. This is not his room, but Yu Zehui's. There are red rose petals all over the pillow and at the foot of the bed.

He was still a little confused, and suddenly remembered that the petals were originally laid out on the quilt to form a heart. His earlobes were dripping red, and he stretched out his arms to pull the quilt over his face. His fingers were cold, and he took a closer look.

It's a ring set with diamonds.

He had no idea when he started wearing it.

It took me a long time to remember, and it seemed like I was rolling my eyes...

Confession...

kiss……

Make love...

Proposal……

It was all done within one day.

All that’s left is getting married.

He placed the ring to her soft lips and kissed them devoutly again and again.

Even if he couldn't get married, he would have no regrets, as Yu Zehui had already given him a lot.

He was thirsty, so he turned sideways and found a glass of water on the bedside table. He reached out with trembling arms, picked it up, took a sip, and put it back. The photo frame next to it was made by him, and the photo inside was taken on his birthday in the first year he came here.

He had just come back from the hospital that day, and he was very sick. Uncle He called Yu Zehui, and he hurried home, trying his best to make him laugh. It was not that he didn't want to laugh, but every time he laughed, his heart was clenched tightly, and he was sweating profusely because of the pain.

He covered his chest, afraid that before he could celebrate Yu Zehui's birthday, he would...

Yu Zehui asked him what his birthday wish was, and he said he wanted to take a photo. After taking the photo, even if he died in the future, Yu Zehui would think of him when he saw the photo, and he would never forget him with the photo.

The photographer arrived in less than half an hour. He asked them where they wanted to take the photo, and they both chose the rose garden in the backyard. The photographer asked him to smile, but he looked ugly no matter how he smiled. Yu Zehui suddenly hugged him on his shoulders, and he was shocked. That moment was captured in the photo.

Every year since then, Yu Zehui would take photos of him on his birthday. At first, the photos were ugly, but now he has learned how to use light and shadow to create scenes. The photo frame is double-sided, and the back side is a photo of Yu Zehui. He was drunk that night, and his sleep quality was poor. Their rooms were very close to each other. He didn't want to disturb him if he went upstairs, so he slept on the sofa downstairs all night.

He waited for him in his room all night, went downstairs to find him in his pajamas in the morning, and watched him sleeping on the sofa. He sat on the stairs feeling relieved.

Seeing the camera on the table, I couldn't help but take a picture of him.

Yu Zehui has very long eyelashes, and he always likes to secretly pull his eyelashes when he is sleeping. Yu Zehui's eyelashes trembled four or five times, and each time it frightened him, but he still refused to let go, deceiving himself that it was an illusion and that Yu Zehui would not wake up so early.

When he pulled the third eyelash, Yu Zehui's eyes suddenly opened. He was so frightened that it was too late to run. Yu Zehui quickly grabbed his waist with both arms, "You pulled my eyelashes again, I'm almost bald!"

He thought he was making a big deal out of nothing. How could such a lot of eyelashes fall out? Pulling his eyelashes again, Yu Zehui grimaced angrily, grabbed his hand and bit it hard!

Next to the bedroom is the study room, which is soundproof. Yu Zehui's laughter can be heard intermittently. Zhi Yan put down the photo frame, opened the quilt, got out of bed, put on Yu Zehui's slippers, and walked to the door of the study room, holding on to the wall.

The door was not closed. Yu Zehui was sitting on the sofa in a bathrobe, holding something similar to the photo in his hand.

"What are you looking at?" he asked vigilantly, holding onto the door frame.

Yu Zehui hid the photo behind his back, smiled wickedly, and looked at him jokingly, "Big breasted beauty!"