Xiaobaihua's character can't be collapsed

Chapter 106 How Can I Be Willing to Let You Cry

We had only been separated for less than half an hour, but as soon as Li Hanchuan closed his eyes, he would think of Song Han and what he said about jumping into the sea.

Everything he experienced in the dream aroused his feelings for Song Han, and he came to Song Han because of this, but he never thought that Song Han was his future lover, and for some reason he didn't know, he came back to this place. node, and Song Han has the memories of his two lifes.

He couldn't imagine how Song Han would have spent the two years without him if he hadn't awakened the memory of being the owner of Wanren Villa. After all, the boy loved him so much that he would jump into the sea and die for him.

The boy in the dream was clear and quiet, weak and strong, a little white flower blooming in his heart, so pure and beautiful that he couldn't help caring for it carefully, but the big boy in front of him was even more distressing.

The words "depression aggravated and hospitalized" were like a red-hot iron being branded on his flesh, and he thought he would never forget the pain that made his soul tremble.

He deliberately didn't ask questions, but just wanted to see how Song Han's mental state is now...

With a sound of "click", the car door was opened, and Song Han saw the moment when the man with his forehead on his hand opened his eyes and met his eyes, the cold and harsh breath around him dissipated, and the cold and hard lines on his face softened, and he suddenly felt a sweetness The warmth surged from my heart.

Li Hanchuan stretched out his hand to him, Song Han's face flushed slightly, his curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he handed his hand to the man's generous and warm palm.

Li Hanchuan held his thin white hand and pulled him to sit on his lap.

There was a fender in the car, and the driver couldn't see the back seat, so Song Han obediently hugged him.

He is an adult male, although he is thin, he is not very light. Fortunately, all the skills produced by the system are there. A "light body like a swallow" can make it easier for Li Hanchuan to hold him.

Song Han has already changed his costume, the weather in early summer has not really warmed up yet, but because he is an artist, he always packs thicker clothes than ordinary people when going out. Song Han is wearing a white shirt inside and a dark thin coat outside. With a baseball cap on his head, he was clean and fresh.

Li Hanchuan put his hands on his waist and frowned slightly: "Too thin."

With a different body, the person in his arms is still light and light. Li Hanchuan misses the day when he finally fed and ate him.

"A little fatter will look better on camera."

"You haven't seen me in the camera." Song Han leaned against his shoulder, feeling extremely at ease.

"How come?" Li Hanchuan slid down his waistline, landing on the only place that satisfied him so far, "I watched all the dramas you participated in last night..."

Song Han was taken aback, feeling a little ashamed, "...what do you think?"

"It's good." Li Hanchuan rubbed his fair neck, "But I don't like you crying."

Song Han's current acting skills can't be said to be very good, but they are all acting with real feelings, especially when they are sad and crying, they can really touch people's hearts.

When he sees Song Han in the play and other girls staged young and sweet love, he will not feel uncomfortable, because he knows that this is acting,

But when he saw Song Han crying sad and lonely, he unconsciously frowned.Probably because in the memory of the dream, except for the last time he did it on purpose, every tear the boy shed was related to something bad happened.

Now that Song Han is sick, he is even more worried that Song Han will go to extremes if he is too emotionally immersed in the role when acting.

The moist and hot kiss landed on the base of the ear, which blushed shyly, and Song Han said softly, "It's not that I'm sad."

It is the character he plays in the script to vent his emotions.

"En." Li Hanchuan didn't continue this topic.

Except on the bed, he would never give Song Han another chance to cry when he was sad.

"where are we going?"

The cold earlobe was gently pinched, Song Han shrank his neck, and there was a little tremor when he spoke.

There was a hint of a smile in Li Hanchuan's voice: "Go to your place."

Song Han reported the name of the apartment, and slowly tightened his grip on Li Hanchuan's suit.

He knew that Li Hanchuan had always been measured, but in such a confined space, the two of them, adults with normal mind and body, just got married yesterday, and they agreed with each other.

He went deep to explore the mysteries of life, and his inappropriate thoughts came out one after another, especially the driver driving in front reminded him of some exciting scenes often staged in some small movies.

His heart was pounding, and the tips of Song Han's ears were red.

"bell……"

A sudden ringtone broke the ambiguous atmosphere, and Song Han hurriedly connected to the phone.

"Brother Han!" It was Ji Xiaocheng.

Song Han kept his voice steady: "What's the matter?"

"Brother Han, your car is still here, why don't you drive back?"

Song Han glanced at Li Hanchuan, and said honestly, "No, I'll take Mr. Li's car."

The other end of the phone paused.Song Han continued: "You can take a taxi back, and I will reimburse you for the travel expenses."

"No need!" Ji Xiaocheng didn't dare to ask Song Han why he went to Li Hanchuan again. No one could figure it out when these two people who didn't get along with each other got together. He looked at tomorrow's schedule and asked, "Brother Han tomorrow!" In the morning we still have to come here according to today's time, do you need me to pick you up?"

Li Hanchuan's hand moved to the small and delicate Adam's apple that was slightly protruding when he spoke. Song Han blushed and said hastily, "No need, I'll just come over by myself tomorrow." For an artist like him who hasn't really become popular yet, The company will not provide him with a separate nanny car and driver. He can either drive by himself or take a taxi, and then ask the company for reimbursement.

"Well, stay safe. See you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow."

When Song Han hung up the phone, Li Hanchuan also let go of his hand, and only supported his waist politely.

The lost and found lover clings to him tightly, with an obedient appearance of giving and asking for anything, he is not Liu Xiahui, but he will not be so eager to do anything to Song Han while he is still in the car.

This is too disrespectful to Song Han, especially now that Song Han is an artist, he is easily criticized.

After telling the driver the destination, Li Hanchuan leaned against Song Han's shoulder, like a dormant beast waiting for the best time to hunt.

The air fell silent, but the emotions accumulated in the chest were fermenting.

The apartment Song Han lives in now has a structure of two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. As soon as Li Hanchuan entered the door, he quickly glanced at the location of the bathroom, then lowered his head slightly: "Help me untie my tie."

The gesture of a newlywed wife tenderly taking off her husband's tie after get off work is so exciting!

Enveloped by his deep gaze, Song Han's heart trembled, he reached out to grab the dark gray tie, and slenderly pointed at it like a vine...

He lowered his eyebrows, his long eyelashes fluttered, and his flushed cheeks were too attractive. Li Hanchuan pushed him back, pressed him against the wall, and lowered his head to kiss Song Han's pale pink lips.

The man's fingers were very hot, brushing his skin lightly, firmly grasping Song Han's scattered thoughts of running away.

Song Han's breathing became rapid all of a sudden, a large swath of blush bloomed on his face, and his eyes became watery because of the excessive throbbing.

The scorching breath ignited the nerves, and Song Han whimpered like a small animal: "Hanchuan..."

"Ok?"

"I, I haven't prepared anything, it's still too late to order some..."

Now this body is different from the body modified by the system. Without auxiliary tools, it is like a car that is full of gas and cannot run well.

The moving red spread to the beautiful collarbone, the boy was obviously very shy but still looked into his eyes and bravely dedicated himself to him.

"No, you have to go to filming tomorrow."

Li Hanchuan clamped his slender waist with both hands, hugged him, and carried him towards the bathroom.

What's the meaning?Simply take a shower and take a nap?

Song Han was a little confused.

When his legs were limp and limp, he was carried back to the bedroom and stuffed into the bed by Li Hanchuan, he was fried red like a shelled shrimp.

"Remember to prepare the size I wear next time." If Song Han wasn't used to it, he would just wear it like this.

"Understood!" Song Han buried his face in the quilt and said in a low voice.

"Sleep for a while, and then go out to eat at night." Li Hanchuan habitually hugged him over, his body in his arms was warm and soft, and his heavy heart finally relaxed.

"Okay." Song Han closed his eyes and leaned against his chest affectionately.

Newlyweds, there is nothing more joyful than doing something joyful with the man you love!

The bedroom was quiet, and soon there was the sound of gentle breathing.

The man who put his chin on Song Han's forehead slowly opened his eyes. He stared at Song Han's harmless and soft sleeping face with gentle eyes, and brushed the hair on his face with his slender fingers.

Song Han was in a deep sleep, not knowing that Li Hanchuan held him with one arm, fumbled with the phone with the other, and was typing with one hand to arrange the next itinerary.

When Song Han woke up, the sky outside the window seemed to have been burned, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the clouds in the sky red.The warm orange light covered the balcony, and the cold balcony suddenly became lively. The shadows of a few green plants criss-crossed, resembling people who came out for a walk after dinner in the old street.

Song Han was caught in his tender black eyes, and blinked blankly.

"Hanchuan..."

"Are you hungry?" Li Hanchuan kissed his forehead.

Song Han looked around and saw that it was an apartment arranged by the company, not Renxue Pavilion.

I felt a little sad suddenly.

If it weren't for the fact that he returned to modern times, Han Chuan would still be the mighty owner of Wanren Villa. He has a younger brother from a compatriot, loyal subordinates, and a villa as wealthy as a small country that even the imperial court would fear...

Capturing the guilt and depression in his eyes, Li Hanchuan asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

"Hanchuan, do you want to go back to Wanren Villa?"

Li Hanchuan fell silent.

Maybe it's because he is indifferent by nature, he feels more belonging to everything in Wanren Villa than Hyundai who has lived for thirty years.

but……

Reaching out to rub Song Han's hair, Li Hanchuan sighed: "It doesn't matter if you go back or not? It doesn't affect their lives if they lose me, but you lose me..." Li Hanchuan whispered close to Song Han's ear : "Why am I willing to let you cry?"

Song Han's eyes turned hot, "Han Chuan..."

"Get up." Li Hanchuan patted him on the shoulder, "Go to dinner first, and then go to a movie?"

While Song Han was asleep, he contacted his secretary to arrange everything.

He didn't know how he chased after someone who only met Song Han two years later, he could only follow suit and transfer the ideas that other people thought were very good when they were in a relationship.

Song Han has had enough of the hardships of life in the first twenty years, and he is responsible for making him sweeter in the next few decades.