Yan Nianwu got on the bed and turned his back to Jiangbeiyuan angrily.
The two people were back to back, with a large gap between them.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
Why would he treat her like this suddenly? !
Turning around, he raised his leg and kicked him.
The latter did not respond.
Seems to have fallen asleep.
Yan Nian knew that he was not asleep, and he was better at pretending to be asleep than anyone else.
"Hey, I want to see your phone!"
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan stretched out his arm, rubbed the mobile phone on the bedside, and handed it over.
There was no hesitation at all.
Yan Nian knew his fingerprint password, 0725, her birthday.
After unlocking it, I checked his address book without saying a word. Well, there was no suspicious person.
Then check WeChat.
There is no suspicious person on WeChat, but his WeChat name has been changed to—
"Beiyuan's thoughts are in my heart"
Yan Nian was stunned for a moment.
She somewhat understood why Jiang Beiyuan's WeChat avatar had four hearts that remained unchanged for thousands of years.
His brain circuit is also gone.
"Give it back to you! Boring!"
He kicked him again and gave him the phone. The latter took it silently, threw it directly on the sofa, and then covered it with a quilt.
"Tch... OK, you better be really tired, you are so tired every day!!"
Yan Nian also lay down as he spoke and covered himself with the quilt.
The silvery white moonlight fell on the ground, and she stared at the vast moon shadow on the ground in trance.
The huge bedroom suddenly became extremely quiet.
Jiang Beiyuan wasn't asleep at all, he kept pricking his ears to listen to what was going on over there.
Because she didn't sleep, he couldn't sleep at all.
Just thinking-
"Ouch!!"
Yan Nian shouted, and Jiang Beiyuan sat up from the bed almost out of reflex and looked over quickly.
Yan Nian sat on the floor, covering her butt and shouting, her dark eyes rolling around, and the fox-like cunningness revealed in her eyes was well hidden by her.
"Ouch, it hurts me so much!!"
"young married woman!"
Jiang Beiyuan got out of bed, picked the person up from the ground with his bare feet, and carried him to the bed with distress.
"Where are you knocking? Husband, look at it."
"Get out of here!"
Yan Nian pushed him unceremoniously.
"You don't need to pretend to be kind here, just let me sleep on the floor! Anyway, I'm not a good sleeper. If I don't fall down now, I will fall down later. If I don't fall off later, I will fall down at dawn! Humph!"
After saying that, she turned around and faced him with her butt, rubbing her head towards the bed, feeling the urge to continue falling down.
Without saying a word, an arm picked her up and brought her to the middle of the bed.
Yan Nian struggled like a loach.
"do not move."
His clear, low voice came from above his head, rustling.
"Your husband doesn't have that much self-control when it comes to you."
"ah??"
"Aunt Qiao asked me to restrain myself. I've been having a hard time these past few days."
Jiang Beiyuan sighed almost inaudibly, and Zhan Qing's chin rested on the top of her hair for a few times, feeling a little aggrieved.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow when you're in danger."
“…”
Yan Nian reacted for a few seconds before realizing that Jiang Beiyuan became a monk these days because of this.
All the siltation in her heart dissipated. In fact, from the moment he picked her up from the floor without hesitation, she could see his heartache and pity in his eyes.
If a man feels sorry for you, it means he still cares about you.
that's enough.
"Okay, I did it on purpose just now. I actually didn't feel any pain from the fall. I just wanted to test you."
Yan Nian explained, then grabbed his arm on her waist and tried to take it away.
(End of chapter)