He smiled lazily and casually, and his hoarse words accompanied the movement of unbuttoning her buttons in his hands:
"I didn't say I didn't like it. I like whatever you dress up."
Yan Nian: "..."
…
It was four o'clock in the afternoon when Yan Nian woke up.
She was lying on the sofa in Jiangbeiyuan's lounge. Her ponytail was loose and there were many marks on her body.
He moved and the blanket covering his shoulders fell down.
Her waist and legs hurt a little, and then she saw a yellow skirt on the ground, all in pieces.
His habit is really bad. He likes to tear off his clothes when he is excited. Aren't clothes money
Why does she have so many clothes for him to tear off every day
However, there is a clean set of women's clothes on the coffee table, which is quite nice.
It's a turtleneck sweater and trousers, made of very good material.
He was thoughtful and even knew to buy high-collar clothes to cover the strawberry mark on her neck.
After Yan Nian got dressed, he sat on the sofa and played with his mobile phone for a while. Jiang Beiyuan hadn't come back yet, so he was probably undergoing surgery.
She didn't want to wait any longer, and planned to go back to the flower shop to have a look. Anyway, there was still a lot of time to meet in the evening, and this was not enough time.
Just going out felt like something was wrong.
I don't know what happened, but the doctors coming and going were pointing at her and whispering.
Yan Nian pretended not to see anything, left the hospital and got into a taxi.
As the taxi sped away, she didn't see a woman wearing a peaked cap hiding against the back wall of the hospital, with a sinister smile slowly forming on her lips.
When Yan Nian returned to the flower shop, the first thing he did was to look in the mirror.
There was no dirt on her face, her hair was not messy, and the marks on her neck were covered by the high collar, so nothing could be seen at all.
So what are those people telling her? ?
Forget it, never mind.
Early the next morning, Yan Nian's mother, Ma Xueyan, suddenly came.
It's not too cold in Ningcheng today, but Ma Xueyan is dressed in three layers inside and three outside. She is carrying a thermos bucket in her hand, which is also three layers inside and three outside.
Yan Nian: "Mom, why are you here?"
Ma Xueyan glared at him with dissatisfaction, "You little girl, if you don't go back to see me, I can't come to you anymore?"
"What are you holding in your hand?"
"Chicken soup, this pregnant woman just needs-"
"Wait wait wait wait!"
Yan Nian made a pause gesture and glared at He Huaiguang, who was diagonally across from him with a surprised look on his face as he could swallow eggs raw.
"What are you looking at? You're taking care of the flower shop!"
Then he quickly pulled Ma Xueyan into the house.
Ma Xueyan was speechless, "Why are you pulling me here? I made chicken soup for you to replenish your body. See how good I am to you, right?"
"Wait a minute, who said I'm pregnant??"
Hearing this, Ma Xueyan's face was filled with disbelief, and her eyes fell on Yan Nian's flat belly.
"Your stomach hasn't moved yet? It's impossible. I don't think Xiao Jiang is that kind of person."
"Forehead… "
How should she explain to Ma Xueyan that for a long time, she and Jiang Beiyuan were in a vacancy period.
We've just started falling in love now, how could we get pregnant so quickly.
"Mom, I'm not pregnant yet. I will tell you when I get pregnant in the future! Just wait for the news at home. If nothing happens, don't come to me!"
"Then this chicken soup-"
"Leave the chicken soup!"
She kept it for Jiang Beiyuan to drink at night. Her husband worked very hard every day and said that he must be replenished.
(End of chapter)