My Schizophrenic CEO Husband

Tang Yiyu finally failed to argue with process Anran and let Cheng Anran sleep on the sofa, but Cheng Anran found that his struggle was meaningless.

Because the pillows and blankets brought by Tang Yiyu are stained with the deep and pleasant smell of Tang Yiyu.

She covered her body as if she were held in a man's arms.

The sense of shame rose slightly, and the man sat opposite unconsciously.

Cheng Anran stared at him with his eyes open.

Tang Yiyu looked puzzled: "what's the matter? Why don't you sleep?"

Cheng Anran was speechless: "how can I sleep when you stare at me like that?"

Tang Yiyu: "Oh, I'll close my eyes."

Tang Yiyu said and closed his eyes opposite her, but he still sat upright.

Cheng Anran took it: "don't sit opposite me. I can't sleep like you."

Tang Yiyu closed his eyes, but the corners of his lips involuntarily hooked up: "you sleep with you, and I don't disturb you? Is my sense of existence so strong? I can't sleep with you?"

Cheng Anran rolled her eyes, leaned over to the sofa and decided to ignore him.

However, when she went inside, Tang Yiyu opened his eyes and looked at her like a radar.

The eyes were so hot that Cheng Anran felt more ashamed.

After biting his lip, Cheng Anran said in a muffled voice and decided to embarrass the man who made him uncomfortable: "I can't sleep."

Tang Yiyu: "do you want to get up?"

Cheng Anran: "I want to listen to piano music."

Tang Yiyu: "OK, what do you want to hear?"

Cheng Anran: "whatever."

The point is not what to listen to. The point is that you don't sit opposite me. I'm uncomfortable.

Tang Yiyu: "OK."

Over there, Tang Yiyu got up, went to the piano, picked up a gentle song and began to play.

Cheng Anran listens with her eyes closed.

In fact, Cheng Anran didn't often listen to him play the piano before, but Cheng Anran knew that Tang Yiyu always played the piano. Now, listening to this beautiful piano music, Cheng Anran gradually fell asleep in the blanket with Tang Yiyu's smell.

She really fell asleep.

Cheng Anran had a dream. In the dream, she and Tang Yiyu held hands and danced on the clouds. The notes kept beating around, bringing her a good mood. Then Yaya waved her small wings and flew down from the sky. Tang Yiyu held out her hand, kissed her forehead and hugged herself and Yaya in her arms.

Cheng Anran woke up in such a beautiful dream.

When she woke up, she heard the sound of the piano still in her ears. Cheng Anran sat up, the blanket slipped from her body, and the sunset was shining in front of the piano in front of the French window. The figure of a man playing the piano was elegant and charming.

Cheng Anran was a little obsessed for a moment. After dozens of seconds, she was surprised and hurriedly got up and said, "have you been playing?"

Tang Yiyu stopped, looked at her and smiled, "wake up?"

Cheng Anran asked urgently, "you can't play the piano all the time."

Ever since she fell asleep?

It's been hours now!

Tang Yiyu said lightly, "don't you want to hear it? I'll play it for you."

Cheng Anran was really speechless for a while. After a while, she said angrily, "I'm asleep and can't hear it. What's the use of playing all the time."

Tang Yixin said, of course it works.

I can see that you care about me so much. How can it be useless.

What he showed was rubbing his fingers and laughing, "I think you're asleep, so I'll keep playing. Maybe you'll have a good dream. Did you dream of anything good?"

Cheng Anran's heart seemed to be slightly pinched. Her eyes flashed and shook her head: "no, nothing."

How could she say that she dreamed of a family of three happily together.

It turned out that even though she said countless times that she didn't care whether the child had a father or not, she could take good care of Yaya alone, but she still longed for the child to be loved by her father and reunion.

But she wouldn't say anything to Tang Yiyu.

The child was discovered at the time of divorce. She insisted on being born and had not consulted her father, so she didn't mean to force the other party to recognize the child.

Tang Yiyu saw that she didn't open her face. He thought she dreamed that she was embarrassed to say. He got up and said, "the sunset outside is good."

Cheng Anran: "well, it's very good. I'm very embarrassed. I agreed to date you, but I fell asleep. It's getting late. I should go."

Tang Yiyu approached step by step and raised his hand: "I'm so hard. Isn't Miss Cheng going to give me a reward?"

Cheng Anran raised her eyebrow: "what reward do you want?"

Tang Yiyu leaned over slightly and said, "please dance."

Cheng Anran didn't believe it: "is it that simple?"

I always thought the man wouldn't say so simply. Sure enough, Tang Yiyu said, "you used to dance on my feet. I want to dance like that."

Cheng Anran blushed for a moment.

If you dance on his feet, won't you be held tightly by him.

"No." Cheng Anran refused on the spot for fear that something out of control would happen under the confusion.

Tang Yiyu immediately began to sell miserably: "hiss, my fingers hurt. I haven't played the piano with such high intensity for several hours for a long time. It is estimated that my fingers will swell tomorrow."

Cheng Anran was annoyed.

This guy wants to play the piano all the time without authorization, but he is clearly selling miserably. Don't think she can't see it.

In that case, I can ignore it.

Yes, you can ignore it!

Cheng Anran opened her mouth and wanted to refuse. What she said was: "OK, OK, just jump one. Don't push an inch."

Tang Yijun's face immediately changed his expression: "OK, just one."

Tang Yiyu turned on the old-fashioned record player and played the song that Cheng Anran and Fang Minghui danced that day.

Cheng Anran has some brain pain.

Is this man jealous until now? I was still thinking about dancing with Fang Minghui. I had to fight.

Forget it, just coax him.

Even Cheng Anran didn't find out, and he couldn't control himself to enter the mode of coaxing president Tang.

Two people in front of the French windows, like the night before, were barefoot.

Cheng Anran's breathing is a little short. After all, she hasn't done this for a long time.

Cheng Anran's feet carefully stepped on Tang Yiyu's feet. He didn't stand firm and almost fell askew. He was suddenly held in his arms by Tang Yiyu's powerful arms.

Cheng Anran blushed and was held in his arms by Tang Yiyu. His low voice was in his ear: "be careful."

It's hard to say whether there was a joking smile. In short, it scratched Cheng Anran's heart, causing her temperature to rise all of a sudden.

No, my heart beats so fast.

She clearly doesn't want to move. Why can't she control it!