After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

Chapter 599 Those who have different intentions must be eliminated

"Don't sleep for a while?"

Joan was stunned, and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

The man was wearing a gray shirt with two buttons undone.

The clear clavicle and Adam's apple are fully exposed, and those slightly raised eyes are like a clear pool, which is indescribably beautiful.

A face is even more perfect and enchanting.

If it wasn't Heyan, who else? !

Qiao Anmei's eyes trembled, and she froze in place.

"how,"

He Yan's thin lips were slightly raised, and his lazy and tired voice was full of undisguised pampering.

"An An doesn't know me?"

Joan had fully reacted now, and hurriedly sat up from the bed.

"When did you come back? Why, why are you here?"

She clearly remembered that she was sleeping on the sofa.

When did He Yan come up, why didn't he notice it?

No, not right.

Joan swallowed.

It should be said, why did Heyan come up?

Seeing Qiao An's expression in full view, He Yan let out a low laugh from his throat.

When Joan saw it, he hooked his lips and briefly told Joan what happened in the morning.

Of course, he ignored the scene where he stole a kiss.

Of course, Qiao An believed He Yan's words, and his face turned red with coaxing.

He Yan wouldn't think that he threw himself into his arms on purpose, right?

"I'm most easily confused when I'm half asleep and half awake. It's not intentional. I hope you don't mind."

mind?

That's right.

He Yan squinted his eyes, looking at the panicked person in front of him with a half-smile.

But what he cares about is not the so-called flinging and hugging, but the four words 'not intentionally' in her mouth.

If possible, he hoped that she did it on purpose.

Seeing that He Yan didn't speak, Joan wanted to say something to explain.

But he suddenly realized that he was still in He Yan's arms, so he hurriedly lifted the quilt and got up.

"hug--"

After sleeping for too long, Qiao An couldn't support her feet when she stood up suddenly, and her feet sprained and fell to the side.

She let out an exclamation, and the word "sorry" was only left in her mouth.

Of course, He Yan did not disappoint her either.

The moment Joan fell, his eyes and hands quickly brought Joan back into his arms.

The sweet and warm atmosphere enveloped him again.

This time, he didn't want to let go.

The eyes of the two are facing each other, and the distance is extremely close.

The atmosphere instantly became ambiguous and charming.

"An'an,"

He Yan's dark ink eyes stared at Qiao An fixedly, and the eyes were filled with darkness.

"Shall we try in..."

"Hyan,"

Qiao An's heart beat like thunder, and while interrupting He Yan in a hurry, she sat up from her arms.

"I'm hungry."

She didn't know how to face He Yan's next words.

I'm afraid that if I let him speak out, if I refuse, I won't even be a friend.

Of course, she was more afraid that she would have a big dream and agreed.

Joan's beautiful eyes were lowered.

She knew very well in her heart that He Yan was too good to be worthy of herself.

Unrealistic fantasies will end up in vain.

This is the time when Joan has felt the most inferior in his twenty years of life.

He Yan's words stopped, and his long and narrow eyes looked at Qiao An closely.

Seeing that her eyes were panic and bewilderment rather than resistance, he was slightly relieved.

Forget it, take your time.

"Since we're hungry, let's go down,"

He hooked his lips, pretending to be nonchalant and said softly.

"Grandma should have the kitchen ready and waiting for us."

"Yeah okay, I, I'm going to wash up now,"

Qiao An nodded again and again, and in a panic, she stepped on the ground without even wearing her shoes, and was about to walk towards the bathroom.

Fortunately, there is not much coolness when the feet are on the carpet.

However, before Joan took two steps, a slender and powerful arm stretched out to hug her waist and hugged her back.

She was so frightened that her beautiful eyes widened, and she let out a short coquettish cry.

"Heyan, what are you doing?"

"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold,"

He Yan hugged Joan and put him on the bed.

Then he got up from the sofa, walked to the bed, picked up the shoes, and squatted down in front of Joan.

"Hyan,"

Joan spoke quickly, her soft voice was full of coquettishness and panic.

"I will do it myself."

Joan's feet are delicate and round, and her fair toes are pink and tender, making people want to put them in their palms and play with them.

He Yan's black eyes flashed an impenetrable dark color, and his throat tightened slightly.

"Be nice and stay still,"

He picked up Joan's feet and gently helped her put on the shoes.

Joan looked at the slender and beautiful hands holding his feet, and felt that his skin was so hot that it was touched, as if it was about to burn.

Her small face became more and more rosy, and a pair of dark eyes looked at the man squatting in front of her.

It’s over.

If this continues, she may really fall.

Gotta wake up! !

"Heyan—"

As soon as Qiao An spoke, He Yan had already stood up, looking at her with warm eyes.

"Wash slowly, I'll wait for you below."

After listening to He Yan's words, Qiao An could only nod obediently.

He Yan pursed his lips, raised his feet and walked out.

Joan was the only one left in the room, sitting on the bed with a hot face.

It took a while to react, and walked towards the bathroom.

Downstairs, Mrs. He is drinking tea.

Seeing his grandson walking down with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he was in a completely different state from when he came back in the morning, and the smile lines at the corners of his eyes wrinkled.

Sure enough, love is the cure for everything.

Love, more so.

"grandmother,"

He Yan sat opposite the old lady He, and looked in the direction of the kitchen.

"Is lunch ready?"

Mrs. He knew exactly what kind of character her grandson had.

Never cared about appetite.

Now this question must be asked for the sake of my dear baby.

"It's always been prepared for you,"

She looked at the servant who was pouring tea for Heyan, and smiled.

"Let someone bring it up."

"Yes,"

The servant responded and left.

The old lady He's eyes looked at He Yan with special meaning.

"When are you going to bring An An back to He's house?"

As soon as these words came out, the smile on the corner of He Yan's mouth gradually faded, and he raised his eyes to look at Mrs. He.

"You can just read it, there is no need to take it back."

Grandma is the only person he cares about.

He doesn't need to take care of the rest of the He family.

Qiao An was afraid that Mrs. He would wait for a long time, so she simply washed up and went downstairs.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the turning, he heard He Yan's words.

No need to take it back.

Qiao An's footsteps stopped for an instant, and she couldn't help feeling sour in her heart.

Sure enough, a fake is a fake.

"You child, your parents have already..."

Mrs. He frowned, and was about to say something when she suddenly saw Joan.

"An'an,"

When she saw her granddaughter-in-law, she had a kind smile on her face.

"Hungry, lunch is ready, go eat with grandma."

Facing Mrs. He, Joan restrained her emotions and showed the same bright smile as usual.

"it is good."

But her eyes never looked at He Yan.

He Yan knew that Qiao An had misunderstood something after hearing what he said just now, so he narrowed his eyes.

"An'an—"

Joan didn't seem to hear it, and walked towards the restaurant holding Mrs. He's arm.

He Yan's injuries are almost healed, and when this meal is over, he should go back.

Some unrealistic delusions have to be cut off as soon as possible.

The corner of He Yan's mouth hooked helplessly, and he also got up and followed.