Chapter 164 Even if you want the stars in the sky, I will pick them down for you.

Zhiyan had a nightmare and suddenly woke up from it. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his white jade-like body. Yu Zehui was gone. Thinking of the nightmare, Yu Zehui killed someone again. He stood up suddenly, but before he got out of bed, the door of the ward opened.

Yu Zehui saw that he had woken up and walked in quickly, "Why did you wake up so early today?" In the past, Zhiyan usually slept for more than two hours during his nap, but today it was less than an hour.

Zhi Yan's eyes flickered slightly. He smelled blood and wanted to get out of bed, but Yu Zehui held him back with one hand, "Where are you going? I'll carry you there."

Zhi Yan rushed into his arms and hugged his shoulders. He was very selfish. He didn't care whether Yu Zehui was a vicious murderer or not. He only cared whether he was injured or not. If there was retribution, let it be on him. Yu Zehui thought he had a nightmare again, and patted his thin back over and over again like coaxing a child, "What kind of nightmare did you have? You are so scared."

Zhi Yan didn't say anything, but just hugged him tightly. Yu Zehui's narrow eyes were filled with endless love. He lowered his head and kissed his ear, "I want to tell you something. Let's get married in Ireland." His voice was mellow and low in the blood-red sunset. If you listen carefully, you can hear a little bit of imperceptible nervousness.

Zhiyan's ears were buzzing for a long time, and she raised her eyes, her wet eyelashes stuck together. When she opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse and inaudible, "You said marriage?"

Yu Zehui kissed away his tears devoutly, "Yes, get married. You can't cry at a wedding, it's unlucky."

Zhi Yan punched him on the chest and scolded him coquettishly, "It's all your fault for not telling me in advance. You said it so suddenly. Anyone would cry..."

Yu Zehui grabbed his hand and said seriously, "We have been in love for so many years, it's time to get married. It's just right for us to go to the United States for surgery right after we get married. I asked Liu Hai to book the fastest flight, and we will leave the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Yu Zehui originally planned to wait until he had finished the surgery before getting married, but now he can't wait any longer.

Zhi Yan pushed him away, jumped off the bed, put on his slippers and ran to the bathroom. Yu Zehui followed him suspiciously. Zhi Yan leaned on the wash basin and looked at the mirror. During this period, he actively cooperated with the treatment. Yu Zehui made nourishing soup for him every day, and his complexion was much better than before.

But his face was still very pale, Yu Zehui leaned against the wall with his arms folded, and pulled the corners of his mouth. Zhi Yan was not satisfied with it no matter how he looked at it, and he turned sideways and kicked Yu Zehui in the knee.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me earlier, I could have taken care of myself... Look at how pale my face is. If you don't know me, you would think... I'm so ugly! How come you're so handsome?"

Yu Zehui smiled dotingly, leaned over and kissed the corner of Zhiyan's lips, "Then I'll go get a tan. I'll be uglier than you when I get tanned! Don't be angry, you're the most beautiful person in the world in my eyes..."

Zhiyan kicked him again, "What do you mean the most beautiful woman in the world? I want to be the most handsome!"

Yu Zehui's facial features were distorted in pain, "Okay, okay! The most handsome one, I will hire a makeup artist to paint you the most handsome one, okay, handsome boy?"

Zhi Yan felt that he had gone too far, so he leaned over and rubbed his knees. "I've been feeling unstable lately, so please bear with me."

Yu Zehui pulled him up, held him in his arms, and said teasingly, "You were emotionally unstable when you stabbed me with the Qi family knife last night?"

Last night he came back reeking of alcohol, making Zhi Yan want to vomit. But he was still reckless and grabbed him and kissed him. Yu Zehui was physically strong, not to mention he was drunk, so he grabbed him tightly and held him like a chicken.

It's fine if she just kissed him, but she didn't kiss him properly, she had to kiss him while riding on him. He endured all of this, but Yu Zehui almost vomited in his mouth halfway through the kiss. If he hadn't dodged quickly...

He called Liu Hai in after shouting his throat out, and it took a long time to pull Yu Zehui off him. Liu Hai helped him to the bathroom to vomit, and he insisted on calling him in to accompany him halfway through. Otherwise, he would get drunk and go crazy, hitting and cursing people.

Zhi Yan thought that he was drunk, so he endured it. He endured his disgust and went in with him to vomit, but he grabbed him and kissed him as soon as he finished vomiting. Zhi Yan couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him away. Before he could get up, he ran back to the ward and pulled out the Qi family knife on the wall. Yu Zehui just came out of the bathroom, staggering and asking him to hold him.

"Wife, I want to kiss you, don't run away..."

Yu Zehui felt his crotch was cold, and he squinted his eyes and looked down. The sharp tip of the knife was against his crotch. He was half sober and raised his head suddenly. His wife looked at him with murderous intent. If she exerted a little force, he would immediately become a eunuch.

"Wife, you're still sick, you can't have surgery! I'm calling for your death... ahhhh!"

The blade, which could cut through iron like mud, cut through the crotch of his pants and went all the way down. The blade screamed twice in the air. The two pants legs fell to the ground. Yu Zehui trembled and looked down. There was a big hole in the crotch of his pants, and the two pants legs were cut off. He was now like a little kid who couldn't wet his pants.

"Wife..." Now he was completely sober.

Zhi Yan swiftly retracted the Qi family knife. Yu Zehui thought he had let him go, but the bloodthirsty blade chopped him down again, as fast as a white snake. He covered his crotch and fled everywhere, while Zhi Yan chased him with the knife in hand.

Zhiyan was already in a state of emotional instability due to his illness, and now that he had provoked her, all his anger was released. Every blow from his knife was deadly, breaking two chairs and a sofa. There were still three deep knife marks on the legs of the hospital bed.

Zhi Yan pushed him away with a hot face, "You are the one who provoked me. You came back drunk and kissed me, and almost vomited on me! I told you several times that you have a bad stomach and don't always go out drinking with Yang Wenbiao, but you just didn't listen!"

He never really wanted to chop him, he just wanted to scare him.

Yu Zehui bent down and picked him up with a playful smile, "Okay, I get it, I was wrong, I will drink less next time! I will carry you downstairs to see the roses."

Zhi Yan hugged his neck and said, "We are leaving now, so wouldn't the roses be wasted?"

Yu Zehui looked at him with hot eyes, "What's a waste? As long as it can make my wife happy, it's not a waste. Forget about roses. Even if you want the stars in the sky, I will pick them for you even if you poke a hole in the sky!"

Zhi Yan couldn't wait to hug him and kiss him as soon as they reached the garden. They kissed fiercely, like wild beasts snatching food. Yu Zehui couldn't stand his passion, and he put his muscular arms around his hips, kissing him all the way. Zhi Yan was soon defeated.

He was distracted and dazed, looking at the bright red roses. He was thinking that on the wedding day, the wedding scene should be covered with red roses, and it would be best if there was a rose rain. He wanted to kiss Yu Zehui in the rose rain.

Outside the sacred St. Patrick's Cathedral, Yu Zehui was wearing a black suit. The expensive fabric wrapped around his tall and sturdy figure. His hair was neatly combed up, revealing his sharp facial features.

He used to be decisive, but now he was extremely nervous. He was holding a bunch of red roses that Zhiyan liked, but his hands were shaking so much that the petals fell all over the floor.

Liu Hai wanted to laugh at him but didn't dare, "Chairman, if you keep shaking, you'll go bald."

Yu Zehui handed him the rose and said, "You take it, I'll take it and I'll keep shaking."

Before Liu Hai could take it, a sleek red Maserati stopped in front of them. Yang Wenbiao, wearing sunglasses, sat in the driver's seat, looking more like a groom than Yu Zehui.

He put his right hand two fingers together and gestured in front of his forehead, "Report brother, your wife has been sent to you!"

Yu Zehui simply ignored his show-off act and ran up to open the car door for Zhiyan like a big wolfhound seeing a bone. Zhiyan was wearing a white suit, his thin and soft hair was blown messy by the wind, his skin was particularly rosy and delicate, and his eyes were filled with bright stars.

Yu Zehui could not hear all the noise in an instant, and his burning eyes were focused on Zhiyan. He could not care less, and rushed over to hug her and bite her. The makeup artist applied some lip gloss on Zhiyan to make him look better.

This time, Yu Zehui was the one who took advantage of it. Liu Hai and Yang Wenbiao were watching the excitement at first, clapping and cheering. But when Yu Zehui pressed Zhiyan against the car door, the two looked at each other and felt something was wrong.

They rushed forward one after another, "Brother, be patient! You can't be horny on the street!" They each pulled one of his hands and finally pulled him away.

After being bitten by Yu Zehui, Zhi Yan looked better, and her soft light pink lips were now red and swollen.

Yu Zehui didn't care whether he would scold or beat him, and ran to the church with him in his arms, like a bandit robbing a bride. The church was covered with red rose petals, and every rose on the arch was tied by Yu Zehui himself.

Zhiyan wanted to get down and walk by himself, "Put me down..."

"Just a few steps, I'll hold you!" Yu Zehui held him, his whole soul trembling violently. He didn't know how to describe this moment, it was like winning a battle!

But this victory is just a little bit away. After the oath is taken, it will be a complete victory.

When they got in front of the priest, Yu Zehui urged him to read faster in fluent English. The priest smiled and said, "Mr. Yu, you don't have to worry about Cupid guarding the church door so tightly that your lover can't escape!"

Yu Zehui wanted to speak, but Zhi Yan covered his mouth and said, "Don't say anything, let the priest speak!"

Yu Zehui nodded, and the priest held the Bible and began to read the oath with a solemn expression. Zhiyan regretted not learning English well. He could not understand a word except his and Yu Zehui's names. Yu Zehui held his hand tightly, listening very seriously and nervously.

The priest was about to ask Yu Zehui halfway through reading, but Yu Zehui didn't give him a chance to ask and shouted, "I do, I do!"

It was the first time for the priest to see such an anxious newcomer. He smiled and nodded, then looked at Zhiyan. Before he could ask, Zhiyan answered, "I do, I do!"

Yang Wenbiao's eyes widened as he watched from behind. "Sure enough, there are two different kinds of people sleeping under the same quilt!"