Chapter 162: What kind of man is he if he can't even protect his own wife?

Yu Zehui was in a meeting when he received Zhiyan's call. When he saw it was Zhiyan, he picked up the phone with a cold face and walked out, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Or did you start crying when I was away? I'll be back as soon as the meeting is over!"

Zhi Yan clutched the phone tightly, his misty eyes moving downwards. The red roses in the glass house were blooming beautifully, blossoming wantonly in the bitter cold winter. It was not because it had a strong ability to resist the cold, but because someone had protected it from the nine winters that could freeze people to death. "No... I saw the roses, they were so beautiful..."

Yu Zehui's frown slowly relaxed. He always had a kind of extravagant, cold and corrupt temperament, especially when he smiled, it was even more obvious. He pulled his tie and said, "I thought something was wrong with you. Isn't that red rose beautiful? I had it airlifted from Yunnan. I was afraid it would bother you. I made you roll your eyes last night. Does it still hurt now?"

Zhi Yan's pupils were invaded by the mist, and he could not see anything. His slender fingers were pressed against the cold glass window. "It doesn't hurt anymore... Yu Zehui, please come back soon. I miss you, I want to kiss you in the roses."

Yu Zehui cursed with a scoundrel smile, "Fuck you, I told you last night that you were a slut, and you still argued with me and bit my thigh. Fine, I'll be back after the meeting. Not only do you want to kiss me, I want to do it too!"

Zhiyan's ears started to burn. He was never a match for Yu Zehui in bed. He looked around in panic, "What if someone sees us?"

Yu Zehui's expression turned fierce, "I want to do it with you, do you think I will let others see you? Then what kind of man am I? If someone really sees me, I will dig out his eyes first and then shoot him!"

After Yu Zehui finished his rampage, he suddenly remembered that he would scare Zhi Yan, "Well, I was just kidding. No one will see it! Just go back to bed and lie down. Don't go downstairs. When I come back, I will carry you downstairs!"

"Okay... Yu Zehui, I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of you no matter what you are like. I love you, I'm not afraid. Remember to protect yourself when you do those things. I'll wait for you at home..." Zhi Yan knew that he couldn't stop him, so he could only pray that he would come back safely. If he had an accident, he would definitely not live alone.

When Yu Zehui heard him say this, it was as if he had returned to the time when he quit smoking. No one dared to approach him. Only Zhiyan, who knew that he would go crazy, lose his mind and become a bloodthirsty beast, still wanted to approach him and hug him. He cried and said, Brother, I will wait for you to get better...

"Okay, I understand..." His voice was hoarse, as if he was afraid that Zhiyan would find something unusual and hung up the phone quickly. He stood alone in the dark corridor and waited for a long time, but the sun didn't shine. He suddenly smiled, stopped waiting, and strode back to the conference room.

He sat down and listened for half an hour with a hard face. In the last ten minutes, he couldn't listen any more. All he could think about was Zhiyan rolling his eyes under him. With the tip of his tongue against his palate, he grabbed his suit jacket and strode out. It wasn't like his company would go bankrupt anyway!

Zhiyan clutched the phone tightly and sat back on the bed. Just as he was about to lie down, he heard fierce cursing outside...

When Yu Zehui arrived at the hospital, the four bodyguards outside the ward looked at him tremblingly. Yu Zehui looked at the four people with a gloomy face, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

The bodyguard closest to him said, "Chairman, the old lady was here just now..." Before he finished speaking, Yu Zehui kicked him fiercely, picked up his suit jacket and hit him, "What the hell are you doing here?! I pay you so much a month, and you can't stop her?!"

"She's not the only one here. Director Yu is here too, and he's brought a guard team with him..." The four of them are former special forces soldiers, but the guards are armed.

Yu Zehui's handsome eyebrows wrinkled. Yu Qinghai was also here, so this was not a simple matter. He lowered his voice and asked, "What did they say?"

"Speak..." The bodyguard hadn't finished his words when the door to the ward opened from the inside. Zhi Yan held the door handle and looked at him calmly with peach blossom eyes, "Come in and talk."

Yu Zehui put away his violence, and before entering, he turned around and looked at the four people, "Go find Liu Hai and ask for four portable guns, and tell them that it was me who said so. From now on, no matter who comes, even if it's my grandfather, I'll shoot him to death, and I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

"Yes!" The four bodyguards retreated.

As soon as Yu Zehui entered, he grabbed Zhiyan and checked him up and down. If he hurt him, he would immediately kill Yu Jun.

"I'm fine. Your mother and your uncle came... and said that you were getting married. If I just leave you, they will give me five million." Zhi Yan said it calmly without any emotion.

Seeing how calm he was, Yu Zehui felt his breath catch in his throat. "You won't agree, will you?"

Zhi Yan's dark eyes drooped, "I said I want 1 billion..."

Yu Zehui, "..."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I didn't expect that I'm actually worth a lot of money. I thought you were going to sell me off!"

Zhi Yan counted on his fingers and said, "You are tall and handsome, you can make money, take care of the family, cook, and love your wife! I think 100 million is too little. And you have at least 200 million in bed."

Yu Zehui smiled and held him in his arms, grabbing his hand and kissing it, "What happened to my bed?"

Zhiyan was too shy to say anything, and after a long while he finally said, "I am proficient in all eighteen martial arts."

Yu Zehui held him on his lap and held his waist tightly. "Did they say anything else besides this?"

Zhi Yanwo lay in his arms and said weakly, "No, your mother is very harsh and I don't like her. When I think about her becoming my mother-in-law in the future, I'm a little scared..."

Yu Zehui was on the verge of a rage, his fierce eyes darkening. He had been suppressing himself, knowing that Yan was in danger and couldn't let him worry. "Why are you afraid of her? You're marrying me, not her. If she dares to scold you or hit you, I'll kick her away!"

"That's right. With you here, who dares to bully me?"

Zhi Yan could already imagine Yu Jun bullying him and Yu Zehui protecting him. With him protecting him, he would be willing to marry even into a den of wolves.

"Of course. What kind of man is he if he can't even protect his own wife? Did you drink the chicken soup Liu Hai brought?"

Yu Zehui pinched his lips and sucked them several times, but didn't get any taste of chicken soup.

"I drank it..." Zhi Yan said with a guilty conscience. No one skimmed off the oil for him, so he poured it all into the toilet. Whenever he lied, he always liked to get into Yu Zehui's arms. In the past, he might have been afraid that Yu Zehui would drag him to the bed and beat him up. Now that he was sick, Yu Zehui didn't dare to do anything to him, so he became more and more daring.

Yu Zehui can be as wild as he wants outside, even Yu Yaodong doesn't dare to mess with him. But when he is back with Zhiyan, he is nothing. He is happy to be ordered around by him like a dog. He caught his soft lips and bit them, "You always torture your man!"

He reached out a hand to call Liu Hai and asked him to bring another pot of chicken soup over. Zhi Yan covered his mouth and said, "Isn't there a kitchen next door? I want to drink your soup!"

Yu Zehui hung up the phone, "Okay, I'll do it!"

In the misty kitchen, Zhi Yan sat on the dressing table, watching Yu Zehui wash the ingredients to be cooked with the black chicken. Yu Zehui was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, with straight shoulders and strong arms. Zhi Yan felt more and more proud. He had seen Yu Zehui in the company, very handsome, but without any warmth. He still looked the most handsome when he was cooking in the kitchen, with one hand in his pocket and a cigarette in his mouth, looking both wild and unruly.

"Looking at your man like that? Are you being naughty again?" Yu Zehui had already noticed that he had been staring at him for quite a while. This look was the same as the one he gave her when he wanted sex in bed.

Zhiyan kicked him and said, "You are the one who is being reckless!"

Yu Zehui hugged his feet and said, "I'm not a playboy, I'm just lustful. I get horny as soon as I see you!"

Zhiyan, "..."

"Hurry up and make the soup. I'm hungry now..."

"You're hungry. How about I feed you something else?" Yu Zehui smiled lewdly. Zhi Yan grabbed his tie and pulled him over, slapping his big Adam's apple, "I'll slap you first!"

Yu Zehui touched his face lovingly, "Alright! Not to mention a slap, I'll eat it even if you feed me a knife!"

When Zhiyan heard him say this, he immediately softened, "The knife doesn't taste good, so eat me instead, I'm delicious."

Yu Zehui smiled and rested his head on his chest, "Do you still remember the first time you came into the kitchen and cooked for me?"

Zhiyan listened to his heartbeat and raised the corners of his mouth, "Remember, the red-roasted fish turned into a black fish..."

At that time, he confessed to Yu Zehui, but Yu Zehui pretended to be deaf and could not hear him. He did not respond to him, did not see him, and avoided him all day. That period was the most difficult, even more difficult than being on the operating table.

It was also during that time that he started to like watching soap operas. Besides using them to kill time, he also learned that if he wanted to keep a man, he had to keep his stomach first. But he didn't know how to do anything, so when Yu Zehui was not busy, he would go to the kitchen. Of the five dishes he cooked, four were his favorites.

He was not as good at cooking as Yu Zehui, and he almost burned down the kitchen just by pouring oil. Yu Zehui received a call from Uncle He at the company, and rushed home without stopping before hanging up. The journey that used to take half an hour now took him only fifteen minutes.

When he came back, he saw his child leaning on the dressing table to clean the blackened tile wall. From his angle, he could see a small part of his slender waist that was accidentally exposed, which was white with a hint of pink.

The combing table was very high and difficult to clean, so Zhi Yan tried to climb up. Just as one foot was about to step up, Yu Zehui hugged him from behind, bent down and kissed his ears and cheeks vigorously, his big hands repeatedly stroking his back.

Zhi Yan turned his head sharply, "Why are you back?"

Yu Zehui kissed his eyes and said, "If you don't come back, you'll burn down the house!"

Zhiyan wanted to hug him, but his hands were dirty. "I don't have anything. I want to make braised fish for you..."

Yu Zehui glanced at the blackened fish on the plate and asked, "Are you sure you're not going to poison me?"