That night, after taking a shower, the man went to bed and hugged her. He scratched the tip of her nose with his long fingers and rubbed her forehead. "Why didn't you watch your videos today?"
"I don't like it anymore! It's too noisy!"
"good."
He kissed her face, his thin lips slowly moving downwards.
Thinking about this, my nose feels sore.
It's intentional.
That stinky man.
She was so stubborn, but when she was recording the video, she came out with facial cleanser and brazenly called her wife, calling her so loudly that it was clearly deliberately misleading.
He, Jiang Beiyuan, has that kind of ability. He has always accomplished his goals quietly without any effort on his part.
He is completely capable of handling the other party in a submissive manner.
This time, why...
Yan Nian shook his head and didn't want to think about it anymore.
He glanced around casually, and saw a young couple in front of her. The man was stroking the girl's hair, scratching her back and forth like a cat.
Yan Nian rolled his eyes.
Jiang Beiyuan also particularly liked touching her hair.
She was very resistant to others touching her head, except Jiang Beiyuan.
Jiang Beiyuan also combed her hair.
If he is not busy at night, he likes to blowdry her hair and comb it.
He said: "Nian Nian's hair is so beautiful and clean."
He also said: "In ancient times, when a woman got married, she combed her hair with one comb to the ends, and then combed her hair with two combs until her white hair reached the level of her eyebrows. My wife, after combing your hair so many times, we can be together for several lifetimes."
"Tch, as you can tell, there is only one comb and two combs, but not three combs?" she asked lazily.
“…”
However, he just smiled and did not continue the topic.
Later, she secretly checked on the Internet and realized that the three combs were combed all over the floor of her children and grandchildren.
My heart felt warm at that time.
What a careful and gentle man, he would never take the initiative to talk about children in front of her.
He knew she was under pressure, so he would not put any other pressure on her.
He would never complain like her, "Why isn't she pregnant yet? Why isn't there anything happening yet?"
Jiangbeiyuan never does.
Because in his eyes, she is more important than the child.
Yan Nian lay on the table and cried.
Hearing the noise, Ding Baoyi quickly threw her phone away, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
“…”
Yan Nian shook his head, what people fear most is memories.
Because I can't get out.
And can't go back.
"It's okay, it's just sand in my eyes. Let's eat."
Yan Nian wiped her tears and thought about Aunt Qiao's instructions that she should be happy, smile, be cheerful, and be optimistic.
This child is hard-won, and we must let him land well and safely in this beautiful world.
The waiter brought out the delicacies and the last soup, nodding at Yan Nian and Ding Baoyi.
"Ladies, your dishes are all served. Call me if you need more."
"Sorry to ask, is your hotel hiring temporary waiters?" Yan Nian asked.
"Ma'am, do you want to work in our store?"
"Pretty much. When I walked in, I saw a recruitment notice posted on the door."
"That's right, I'm not the boss. If you want to work in our store, please contact our boss."
After that, the waiter left with a smile.
Ding Baoyi frowned and looked at Yan Nian, then asked the waiter what he was doing, "What the hell are you thinking about?"
"Hey, I won't tell you."
She lowered her head to drink the soup, and her clear beautiful eyes became particularly lively and aura because they were a little more narrow and cunning.
…
(End of chapter)