Chapter 453 Good Night, Wife

Jian Han was kissed, and the masculine scent was overwhelming her senses. The brightness of the desk lamp was not high, and the projection was vague. She closed her eyes in panic, and her two small hands clenched the bed sheet, letting herself get drunk in this distant atmosphere.

He kissed and talked.

"Jian Han, I will take you to meet my grandparents tomorrow... They liked you before, and now that we are married, they will like you even more... You don't have to worry about other people, don't have to look at their faces, don't have to be bullied, no one can hurt you anymore, and no one can separate us anymore... I will introduce you to my friends one by one, and I will date those you like in the future, and forget about those I don't like... I don't like crowds, now that I have you and a son, I will go home after work to accompany you and always guard you..."

"Jian Han, you don't have to worry about money, you can work if you like, or not... A few years ago, I bought thousands of acres of land in the UK, and then it happened to be commercial requisitioned. Now the commercial buildings on those streets are all ours, enough for you to use for a lifetime... I have more than a dozen properties and a garage under my name, not counting wages, and medical research and development, all of which I have earned personally over the years... Tomorrow I will give all of these to you, all of them are yours..."

Jian Han tilted her head and buried her cheek deeply in the quilt. She tried to lean back, raised her beautiful neck, and let him kiss her.

She was confused and didn't know what he was talking about. A man like him was as pure as jade, but there were times when he would talk about money, houses and cars...

She knew he was rich. He had cut off his financial ties with the Zhou family when he was 20 years old. Everything he had now was earned by his ability.

She didn't want his money, but his constant "all yours" still made her blush. A man gave her all his property, and women were vulgar, but she was happy.

So happy.

Also, she didn't have to read his face or suffer...She knew he was referring to his parents. He was very cautious when he talked about those things, coaxing her and pampering her. He was afraid that she would suffer a little loss or grievance if she married him, so he said nice things to her.

Is this the man's sweet talk?

He was making an explanation, and he would not let her marry him without knowing the truth or follow him without knowing the truth.

Jian Han felt her heart softened. She loosened her hands that were clenching the sheets and slowly hugged his neck. She raised her body and hung on him, actively entangled with him, "Dayuan... Zhou Dayuan..."

She didn't know how to respond to him. She had nothing. She didn't save much over the years. She had no dowry. She only had herself. She gave herself to him.

Zhou Dayuan was panting. A big hand clasped her soft waist and hugged her, "Jian Han, help me give birth to a son, give me a home, and live a good life with me... I am willing to give you everything, all of it."

After the words fell, he really gave it to her.

He turned over with sweat dripping, and did not forget to stretch out a strong arm to roll her into his arms, frowned and kissed her hair, and pulled the bright red quilt over her body.

The bath towel on her body had been scattered for fear that she would be cold.

Jian Han's face looked like rouge. She lay softly on the man's broad chest. The man was still panting. His rough breathing was like that of a wild beast. Her little hand rested on his heart, where the "boom boom" of his rapid heartbeat made her palm numb.

Her cheeks were burning hot, and she buried her little face and dared not look at him.

The two of them hugged each other quietly. Zhou Dayuan's heavy breathing slowly subsided. When the deadly feeling on his body dissipated, he lowered his eyes and kissed her forehead.

"Jian Han...Jian Han..." He called her name lovingly.

The woman did not speak and refused to respond.

Zhou Dayuan froze for a moment, turned sideways, and put the woman's little head in his arms to look at her. Her little face was red and she was closing her eyes.

He was a little flustered, and gently patted her face with his left hand, "Jian Han, what's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Sorry, on the wedding night, I can't help it. Is it painful? Tell me..."

Jian Han opened her eyes when he was flustered.

The woman's almond eyes were very clear, and there was a pool of spring water rippling in them. Her palm-sized face was flushed, and she exuded a charming look.

She spoke, her red lips were a little swollen, and her voice was like that of a little lamb, so soft, "I'm fine."

He didn't really touch her, so she would be fine.

Zhou Dayuan breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped her bangs in his big hand and gently smoothed them back. He kissed her hot cheek, his voice still hoarse, "I took your pulse, your son is healthy, but you are too weak and need to be nursed back. I will take you for a check-up tomorrow." He kissed her slender fingers, "This kind of thing won't hurt the child, but it will tire you. I will try not to do it in the future. Be patient, and it will be three months soon."

Jian Han couldn't say anything. He thought of everything, what he should and shouldn't think of, he thought of it, what three months...

He was not ashamed.

She buried her little face in his arms and tried not to look at him.

But it was useless. Her small jaw was lifted out by his two fingers. He covered her eardrum and spoke, "Jian Han, did you hear what I said just now?"

Jian Han shrank her shoulders. She was so embarrassed that she just shook her head.

"Heh," the man was laughing, "Well, I'll say it again, we're married, I won't treat you badly, the money, the house, the car, and even the son are all yours, and I'm yours too, I won't let you suffer any grievances, but there's one thing, you must be mine."

Jian Han couldn't help but curl her lips, for his serious tone, she smiled softly and beautifully, pouted her pink lips and hummed, "You're good at settling accounts."

Zhou Dayuan was also happy, the sweet love of the newlyweds spread, he touched her soft waist and kissed her randomly, "Jian Han, scream."

"Huh?" Jian Han didn't understand.

"What should you call me when we get married? Are you still pretending not to understand?" His dark eyes were full of tenderness and expectation.

Jian Han was hiding so hard that she didn't have the nerve to say that out loud. She wanted to roll into the bed. How could a man tolerate her and hold her without letting go.

Because she was pregnant, he didn't dare to press her, but the two of them laughed and rolled into a ball on the bed, with the bright red quilt hanging down to the carpet.

"Jian Han, do you want to call me?" Zhou Dayuan buried himself in her pink neck and touched her pale skin.

She held down his big hand, and her laughter was full of the coquettish manner of a daughter, "Hey, I'm screaming, don't move your hands... Husband, husband..."

Zhou Dayuan sighed with satisfaction, supported his left arm so as not to press her belly, and leaned his upper body on her. His right hand touched her little face. He kissed her and sighed, "It's been 13 years. I wanted to when I was 20. I made you mine, and now I finally got my wish..."

Jian Han didn't speak. She didn't dare to open her eyes for fear that tears would fall from her eyes.

She didn't want to cry, today was a good day for them to get married, and she was so happy.

Her little face was kissed by him again, and he coaxed her with a soft voice, "Are you sleepy? If you are sleepy, go to sleep. Seriously, you don't need to wash your body. I'll wipe it with a warm towel."

With the warmth from her body gone, Jian Han listened as he got out of bed and went to the shower room. He quickly came back with a warm towel in his hand to wipe her body, and then covered her with the quilt.

He went to the bathroom again and took a shower. After he went to bed fresh and fresh, he stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms. He kissed her forehead and whispered softly, "Good night, wife."

His wife.

Jian Han laughed silently.

…

This night Jian Han had a long, long dream.

Time went back seven or eight years ago, when she graduated from Oxford and he was in trouble. One night she stayed alone in their rental house. She curled up in the corner and cried in her arms.

She cried so hard that she was out of breath.

She made a phone call, so painful and desperate, "I promise you, if I leave him, I won't let him find him... Please save him, why are you so cruel, he is your son..."

After hanging up the phone, she called her parents again. Her parents were her only daughter. They were frightened when they heard her hoarse cries.

She talked randomly, "Dad, Mom, let's move. Please move quickly. Yes, you can't tell anyone, and you can't let anyone find it... We are going to Singapore. I will go first. You guys hurry up..."

She is in her 20s, and her parents still call her baby. Her mother bursts into tears when she hears her cry. Her father rushes over the phone to comfort her, "Baby, what happened? Okay, don't cry. It's just a move." Yes, no problem, we will move now..."

Later, she really went to Singapore, and later she also knew that he was saved and released, but she couldn't remember what happened next. She couldn't remember who called her and said, Jian Han, your parents There was an accident on the high-speed train. The high-speed train fell into the cliff. Now even the bones have not been found.

For seven days and seven nights, she followed the teams searching for people in the mountains. She saw her parents' clothes pressed under a big rock. It was raining heavily that day, so she just knelt on the ground and dug the soil with her two little hands. There was blood seeping out of it, and the bones of my parents were found, but they were incomplete...

She buried her parents. At the funeral, she didn't know who slapped her hard, whether it was her uncle or aunt. They pointed at her and cursed bitterly, "Jian Han, do you know that your parents died for you?" Do you know? Why do you want to move when you are living a good life? They didn’t bring anything with them. They didn’t even dare to say anything to us. They took this life-threatening high-speed train overnight to come find you. They only have your daughter as their beloved. , but you took your parents’ lives for a man.”

"Yes, Jian Han, you have disappointed us so much. You can go and go back to Singapore. Our Jian family does not have a daughter like you. You don't need to visit your parents' graves anymore."

"Jian Han, get out of here!"

So she left the cemetery in despair. As soon as she walked out, she fainted.

She couldn't remember what happened after that. After several years of repeated psychological treatment, her dreams were filled with her mother's last cries of distress for her and her father's anxious comfort. Although their family was not rich, they had once What a blessing.

It was she who destroyed her home with her own hands.

She is a sinner.

…

Jian Han slowly opened her eyes, and hot tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. She found that she had already burst into tears.