The sparks in Zhou Yi'an's eyes became more and more intense, and his movements became more and more intense. She was already not satisfied with her possession of the woman's lips. Her hot palm slid down along the woman's neck and reached into the collar of An Muran's pink dress. Just as she was about to touch the woman's full chest, a rapid ringtone of a mobile phone suddenly sounded in the car.
Zhou Yi'an frowned. Originally, he did not intend to pay attention to it, but the person on the phone did not give up as if there was something urgent. The ear-piercing ringtone did not stop for a moment.
A burst of frustration rose in the man's heart. He reached out to pick up his mobile phone and was about to press the button to turn it off. However, when he saw the name on the mobile phone screen, he stopped.
Chu Manying.
Seeing this name, Zhou Yi'an's muddled brain finally sobered up a lot. He hesitated for a moment and decided to hang up the phone.
At this time, An Muran was more important.
He threw the phone away and focused his eyes on the woman in front of him, who was as attractive as a poppy. An Muran's cheeks were red and his red lips were slightly opened, which had a fatal attraction.
Zhou Yi'an took a deep breath. After being disturbed by the phone just now, the heat in his body was mostly gone. Only then could he barely suppress the desire in his body. Then he sighed, picked up An Muran, and walked to the bathroom in the room.
Soon, Zhou Yi'an turned on the shower's showering switch and poured the shower head on An Muran's body.
Feeling the cold water pouring on her body, An Muran, who was in a daze, instantly sobered up. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the man standing in front of her.
The first thing he saw was a sturdy chest wrapped in a dark blue shirt. Looking up along the chest, An Muran saw Zhou Yi'an's nearly perfect face, but he looked a little unhappy.
Of course, he was not happy. An Muran was poisoned and he was unhappy. As An Muran's husband, he could not do anything to her, which made him even more unhappy!
"Ah! Zhou Yi'an, why are you here? Didn't I..." An Muran suddenly remembered that Li Anjie had drugged him. He was so scared that he immediately lowered his head to check his clothes. Fortunately, his clothes were intact on his body and were only soaked in cold water. Under the thin cloth, he showed off his impressive figure.
An Muran glanced at Zhou Yi'an and immediately raised his hands to cover his chest. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, nothing happened.
She patted her chest, and a trace of fear spread in her chest.
Zhou Yi'an, who was standing to the side, looked at An Muran's actions with some amusement. He said in a playful tone, "Are you scared now? If I hadn't arrived in time, you would have been killed by Li Anjie!" Speaking of this, a strong anger suddenly flowed through the man's dark eyes.
An Muran bit his lip and asked in a low voice, "Zhou Yi'an, did you save me?"
Zhou Yi'an looked at An Muran, and his expression was obviously saying, "Otherwise, what do you think?"
"Didn't you say that you've been in the U.S. for the past few days? Why did you suddenly go to Jin Yuli's villa?" An Muran suddenly had an idea that made her heart beat faster. Zhou Yi'an couldn't have rushed back from the United States because he was worried about her. But when he thought about it, he felt that it was impossible. The only person Zhou Yi'an cared about was Chu Manying. She was just her contract wife. How could he come back for her?
Sure enough, Zhou Yi'an said casually, "Oh, I came back early as soon as I finished my work there. I happened to pass by Li Anyi's villa and went to have a look. I happened to see Li Anjie holding you."
"I see." Although An Muran had already guessed the truth, he was still disappointed. "What a coincidence! It seems that God is also helping me. Thank you so much for helping Zhou Yi'an this time." An Muran tried hard to pull out a smile.
Zhou Yi'an shrugged his shoulders in response to An Muran.
There was a brief silence between the two of them. Zhou Yi'an's gaze was fixed on An Muran's face. When he saw that the woman's cherry-red lips were beginning to turn slightly pale, he immediately said, "An Muran, don't just sit in the bathtub. If you feel a little better, you should quickly take a hot bath to avoid catching a cold." His words revealed his concern that he had not even noticed.
An Muran was stunned. He looked up at Zhou Yi'an in surprise. "Is this guy concerned about me?"
However, this idea only lasted for two seconds. What Zhou Yi'an said next made An Muran want to roll his eyes.
"Or do you want me to wash it for you?" Zhou Yi'an raised his eyebrows and joked.
Sure enough, it was an illusion to care about anything.
"Don't bother, Mr. Zhou. I'll do it myself." An Muran made a gesture to ask Zhou Yi'an to go out.
Zhou Yi'an didn't say anything else. He walked out of the door in a good mood. As he walked, he seemed to suddenly think of something and said, "By the way, when you wash up, I'll take you out for dinner."
An Muran changed into a simple T-shirt and shorts and came out of the bathroom. She thought that Zhou Yi'an would take her out for dinner and just go to a restaurant nearby. Unexpectedly, she was taken to a very romantic, very high-end place.
This was a water restaurant standing on the lake. Unlike the usual hall, the dining table and chair were placed inside the room. Instead, the table was made into the shape of a boat and floated directly on the surface of the lake. While eating, one could also enjoy the ripples on the surface of the lake and the surrounding water. It was very comfortable and comfortable.
Even the waiter who delivered the dishes didn't have to go with them. Instead, he drove the boat among the guest tables, like a businessman who was humming an Italian tune.
An Muran looked at the dreamy restaurant in front of him, as well as the noble manners of the diners. She knew that this was a restaurant that ordinary people could not afford to come to.
"Zhou Yi'an, let's just eat casually. At least I can cook for you. Why did you come here? It's very expensive." An Muran clicked his tongue. Zhou Yi'an, a rich young master, was really a waste.
Hearing An Muran's words, Zhou Yi'an raised his eyebrows. He really didn't know whether she should be nice to him or not. She often thought about saving money for him.
He shook his head with some amusement and directly pulled An Muran to sit down on a small wooden boat on the shore.
"Just order whatever you want. You don't have to save money for me." As he spoke, Zhou Yi'an handed the menu to An Muran.
At this moment, a woman's pleasantly surprised voice suddenly rang out from the boat next to them. "Yi'an, you're here too."