Chapter 398 Don't Leave Me Again

Jian Han looked up, her bright almond eyes seemed to be dripping with water, "I don't know how to comfort you."

She is not good at speaking.

Zhou Dayuan raised the corner of his lips, "Don't you know how to comfort you? Will this work?" He came over and kissed the corner of her lips.

Jian Han's little hand holding the chopsticks tightened, and she closed her eyes in panic.

I didn't expect him to kiss her in the restaurant.

He touched her and left, "Will it work?"

Jian Han trembled a little, slowly opened her eyes, the handsome face of the man enlarged in her sight, and there was some expectation in his eyes.

"Yeah." She was bewitched, nodded stupidly, and slowly kissed him.

I really want to comfort him.

Zhou Dayuan's hand on the back of the sofa slid to her waist, wanting to hug her.

Before the kiss, there was a "wow", and the child in the back seat jumped up and covered his eyes with his two little hands, "Shame on you..."

Jian Han quickly pushed Zhou Dayuan away, picked up the chopsticks and pretended to eat.

It was so embarrassing.

The child's parents quickly covered his mouth, "Don't scream."

"But, but I saw uncle and aunt kissing."

"What's the big deal about kissing? How could your parents give birth to you without kissing?"

"Then, do uncle and aunt want to give birth to a little brother or sister?"

"Yes."...

Jian Han wanted to dig a hole in the ground after hearing this.

Zhou Dayuan raised his eyebrows and smiled, and he was tired and happy.

...

The two left the restaurant and took a taxi.

Zhou Dayuan opened the back door, and Jian Han got in first, and then Zhou Dayuan got in.

The driver asked politely, "Sir, Miss, where are you going?"

Zhou Dayuan looked at Jian Han, "Where are you going?"

Jian Han's face was a little red. On such a night, a man and a woman came out of the restaurant after dinner, and he asked her where she was going, there was always some trace of affection.

"Take me home first." She answered.

Zhou Dayuan's expression did not change. He reported the name of the community to the driver, and the driver drove.

The two sat in the back seat, not too close to each other. To avoid embarrassment, Jian Han turned her head to look out the window.

At this time, a radio was playing in the taxi, and an old song was slowly playing on the radio.

A very old song, "Sweet Honey" by Teresa Teng.

Sweet Honey

Your smile is sweet

It's like flowers blooming in the spring breeze

Blooming in the spring breeze

I've seen you there and there

Your smile is so familiar

I can't remember it for a moment

Ah, in a dream...

This song immediately evoked Jian Han's memories. She was a fan of Teresa Teng. 12 years ago was almost the time when Teresa Teng passed away. At that time, she cried with a red nose, holding all of Teresa Teng's CDs in her arms, and went to the airport under the escort of her parents, and went across the ocean to study at Oxford University in the UK.

But when she enrolled, all her treasured CDs were lost. She panicked and ran all over the school to find them.

Later, she saw Zhou Dayuan in the school window.

He was only 20 years old at that time, two years older than her. It was autumn. He wore a maple-colored sweater and dark casual pants. His silhouette was as gentle as jade.

There was a box at his feet, her box, and all the CDs were in the box.

She walked up and recognized him.

It turned out that he had picked up her box by accident and was waiting here.

When she saw his handsome face at that time, she knew that there was a feeling called heartbeat in this world.

She picked up the box and walked back, deliberately leaving a record behind.

He picked it up and called her from behind, "Classmate, you left a record behind."

It was a beautiful time of youth. She was not ashamed and blushed and scolded him, "Why are you so stupid?"

She ran away.

Later, she found out that he was Zhou Dayuan, a genius in medicine who was a proud son of Oxford University.

Later, she asked someone for his mobile phone number and sent him a text message, "Let's meet at a place in the evening to return the record to me."

In a coquettish tone.

So this is a love story triggered by Teresa Teng's album.

No matter how many years we have been apart, I never dare to forget.

It's just like the lyrics say, I've seen you in my dreams.

There is a kind of love that has taken root in my heart.

When Jian Han's thoughts drifted away, a car suddenly rushed from the intersection in front of her. The driver turned sharply to the right to avoid it. Because of inertia, Jian Han's whole body fell to the right.

"Ah." She cried softly.

At this time, her shoulders were hugged, and the whole person fell into a clean and smelling embrace. Her hair was kissed, and the man whispered, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

The driver in front cursed, then looked at the two through the rearview mirror, "Sir, Miss, are you okay?"

Zhou Dayuan shook his head.

Jian Han sat firmly, and when the dizziness in her head subsided, she struggled a few times, trying to get out of his arms and sit up straight.

But she didn't get what she wanted, because the big hand on her shoulder withdrew its strength and pinched her shoulder, "Don't move, let me hold you... I'm a little tired these days."

Jian Han raised her eyes in his arms, and the man nodded his head on the seat with his eyes closed.

He really looked tired.

Jian Han didn't move, she softened her body and nestled in his arms, her nose was full of his smell, disinfectant mixed with some other masculine smells, so clean and smelling.

Lu Shaoming's **, Zhou Zhilei's amputation surgery, which one can be done without him?

I'm really exhausted.

Jian Han leaned in his arms, one hand slowly touched his face, and soon her little hand was wrapped in his palm. He moved, hugged her tighter, closed his eyes and kissed her cheek, and finally put his chin on her forehead.

Jian Han leaned against his heart, listened to his steady and strong heartbeat, glanced at the car window, and her little face was all red.

…

When they arrived at the community, they got off the car.

The car didn't leave, Zhou Dayuan stood by the car door, Jian Han looked at him, "I... go back first, you should go back and rest early."

Zhou Dayuan didn't speak, looking at her with burning eyes.

Jian Han didn't dare to look into his eyes, she waved her hand, "I'm leaving."

She turned and ran to the apartment.

After entering the elevator, pressing the key, the elevator door slowly closed, Jian Han's whole body was burning, and his burning eyes could not be shaken off in front of her.

What does he want to... do?

No!

She can't.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened and she walked out.

She took out the key from her bag and tried to open the door, when her cell phone rang. It was Zhou Dayuan.

She glanced at it and finally answered it.

"Hello..."

"Hello," the man was laughing, his low, mellow and gentle voice was very gentle in her eardrums, "I'm already downstairs, why don't you invite me upstairs to sit for a while?"

He finally said it.

Jian Han was silent for a few seconds, "It's not convenient today, I..."

The phone made a "ding" sound, and footsteps were heard behind her, "It's too late, I'm here already."

Jian Han turned around and Zhou Dayuan stood behind her.

The man looked at her with a smile.

Jian Han put away her phone, her eyes were nowhere to go, she stood there, Zhou Dayuan walked behind her, the man's clothes brushed against her skirt, one hand reached out to open the door for her, his voice poured down from the top of his head, with coaxing, "Go in."

It was like a couple in love went to the hotel, came to the door of the room, the girl refused, and the boy coaxed her.

He stretched out one arm to open the door, as if to hold her from behind. Jian Han was considered tall among girls, 1.7 meters tall, but she still looked petite in his arms.

She refused to go in, and the girl's voice was so ashamed that she was about to cry, and she hurriedly and softly said, "Don't do this..."

He took out his left hand from his trouser pocket and clasped her soft waist. He opened the door with his right hand and pushed her in, "What's wrong with me?"

With a "bang", the door of the apartment was closed by him.

Jian Han's little hand climbed up the wall and wanted to turn on the light, but the next moment, her whole little body was pressed against the door panel by him, and his lips pressed over.

Jian Han's legs were weak, and she dodged with a whine. She didn't expect that the man who had always been gentle and gentle would also be so domineering and force her.

"Don't... Don't..."

"Don't what, Jian Han." His hoarse voice was also stained with the evil of a man, teasing her, watching her anxious, watching her weakly dodging in his arms.

"Zhou Dayuan..." Jian Han reached out to hit him, but in the end, she had no choice but to be kissed by him.

The kiss was not enough, so Zhou Dayuan held her slender waist and led her into the living room. The two stumbled a little. On the one hand, it was dark, and on the other hand, he was pestering her. "Where is the room?" he asked.

Jian Han felt a little dizzy and stretched out her hand to point, "There."

At this time, the world was spinning, and she screamed "Ah", and she had fallen into the sofa in the living room.

"It's here." He said.

Jian Han closed her eyes tightly, feeling that the man was kissing her again. She pushed him hurriedly, "Didn't you say you were tired in the car just now..." Are you energetic now?

"How can this be the same." The man's laughter was very sexy.

Jian Han was angry, "Why did you become bad?"

Zhou Dayuan leaned over and kissed her little face hard, "So do you like me to be lazy, or am I bad?"

Jian Han, "..." Just now in the car, he heard the song "Sweet Honey" by Teresa Teng, and he, like her, thought of the past.

Her two small hands tightly grasped the edge of the sofa.

"Jian Han, do you know?" Zhou Dayuan frowned and panted, "Since you left me for six years, I felt like I had no one and no home. I would not have any concerns wherever I went. My whole heart was empty, but in the past half month, my heart was full, because I thought I would see you when I came back."

"Jian Han, please don't leave me again, okay? Today you came to hug me, accompanied me for dinner, and now... I feel your full love for me."

"Because of you, I have a home."

Jian Han felt her eyes moisten. She raised her hands and hugged his neck tightly. He didn't know that she was actually the same as him.

With him, the soul is full.

...

Ning Qing was so tired. I didn't know when she fell asleep last night. When she was lying on the bed, she felt that her little hands were clenched tightly, and she was powerless to hold a handful of air.

The morning sun shone through the layers of gauze, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She was hugged, and in front of her was the man's muscular chest.

The white and blue cloud quilt covered his waist, and the layers of undulations were his toned waistline. He was still sleeping, and his chiseled face was also tired. All the coldness and sharpness faded away, and his profile was softly glowing in the sun.

Many scenes from last night appeared in his mind. Ning Qing blushed and moved a little, wanting to stay away from him.