Report to Husband: Gao Leng's Wife Wants to Hug

Fang Yayan laughed awkwardly, and explained:
"Actually, he is very friendly. It's just that he doesn't get used to it for the first time. It will be good to get familiar with him later."

"That's good, I wish you all the best."

The person in charge believed Fang Yayan, and after explaining some details, he went on to do other things.

Fang Yayan tugged at the corner of Jiang Yicheng's clothes, and said in a low voice:
"Can you melt that iceberg face of yours, do you think the kids will tell Grandpa next week that they saw Hades?"

"I have my measure."

With a dark face, Jiang Yicheng walked into the room with long legs.

As soon as the two entered, the children's eyes focused on them, some were sad, some were vigilant, some were probing, and some were disgusted.

"Grandpa Jiang doesn't want us anymore, does he?"

A little boy with naturally curly hair sat on a small bench and asked.

Fang Yayan quickly waved his hands and explained in a gentle voice:
"No, Grandpa Jiang is really busy. He has to go to the hospital for a physical examination, so he can't come to accompany you today."

When the children heard this, worry appeared on their faces:
"Is Grandpa Jiang okay?"

"It's okay, he will be able to come and see you next week."

After listening to Fang Yayan's words, the children's expressions relaxed and their eyes disappeared, but they were not very optimistic.

The children were friendly to Fang Yayan, but they were not so friendly to Jiang Yicheng, and they were completely unhappy with each other.

Fang Yayan threw a book to Jiang Yicheng to tell him about Water Margin.

Jiang Yicheng was sitting on a stool with the book open on his lap. His posture looked extremely learned, but when he opened his mouth, the world froze.

The story is told without emotion, with the tone of a cold robot.

The children shook their heads when they heard:
"Uncle has no emotion at all when he speaks, he is dry, and it makes my ears uncomfortable."

Jiang Yicheng's tone was tinged with anger:
"Are you listening to the story or the voice?"

"It's better to listen to the recording. The robots on the reading software can read better than him."

Jiang Yicheng was completely annoyed, and as soon as he put the book down, he stood up and walked towards the door.

Fang Yayan said quietly:
"If you don't tell stories, you will be left alone to take care of the children when you go to the orchard."

After a moment of silence, Jiang Yicheng returned to his chair.

This time, I deliberately restrained my indifference. When I read it, the tone was slow, and it was barely emotional.

Fang Yayan was familiar with the four great classics when he was a child, and he has a deep memory of what he said.

So he jumped out silently, played the movements of the characters in it, and began to perform vividly, which won warm applause from the children.

"Sister is so cute, but I think it's better to be an uncle as a monkey!"

The curly-haired boy clapped his palms, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Fang Yayan's heart turned, and he looked at Jiang Yicheng:
"How about you play the monkey I played just now?"

Jiang Yicheng shook his head resolutely: "Go and dream."

The corners of Fang Yayan's lips curled up playfully, and she leaned over and whispered:

"If you use this expression and speak louder, the children will be able to feel your powerful indifference."

"..."

Taking a forbearing look at Fang Yayan, Jiang Yicheng forced a smile on his face, scratched his ears and turned around, making the children laugh out loud.

Fang Yayan recorded this scene with his mobile phone and saved it in the photo album.

After the story was over, the children went to lunch break.

Fang Yayan and Jiang Yicheng walked casually on the path of the orphanage, the green scenery, the fresh and natural air, so comfortable that the bones of the body could not help but soften.

Fang Yayan covered her lips and yawned:
"Let's go over there and sit down."

As he said that, the man had already trotted over to sit down.

Jiang Yicheng sat beside her, with his hands in his pockets, his back straight, and his shoulders forming a straight line.

Fang Yayan took out his mobile phone and played the video recorded in the morning.

When Jiang Yicheng saw that he was recording, his face darkened immediately, and he rushed over to delete it.

Fang Yayan pressed his hand eagerly:
"You have no right to delete what I photographed."

"You have violated my portrait rights, which I absolutely have."

Seeing that the man's finger was about to poke the phone, Su Yuran became anxious, hooked his hands around the man's neck, and put on his red lips.

The faint fruity fragrance passed from between the woman's lips and teeth, like a fire that ignited Jiang Yicheng.

With a heavy breath, the man deepened the kiss forcefully.

Fang Yayan took the opportunity to get back the phone, and the two embraced.

A gust of wind blows away the prosperity of the branches and falls on their shoulders.

Go to the orchard in the afternoon.

They have to pick two kinds of fruit, one is taller and the other is shorter.

The children all gathered together to pick the short ones, while Fang Yayan and Jiang Yicheng could only pick the tall ones.

Too lazy to poke with the bamboo pole all the time, Fang Yayan took off his high heels and climbed up the tree trunk like a monkey.

But after picking a few, her feet suddenly slipped, and she fell down without any warning.

With an exclamation, Fang Yayan's body sank and fell into Jiang Yicheng's arms.

"Can you be more stupid? Even climbing a tree will fall."

Jiang Yicheng spoke coldly, but there was no trace of blame in his eyes.

"I don't want to, who made the fruit of this tree so hard to hit."

Fang Yayan breathed a sigh of relief in fear, and slipped down from the man's arms.

"I come."

Jiang Yicheng climbed up barefoot, landed safely, and then shook the thinner branch vigorously.

The fruit fluttered down like rain.

Fang Yayan was amazed, as expected, people with strength can always create miracles.

Time passed quickly, and the sun went down in a blink of an eye.

As they were driving back, the rainstorm came suddenly.

What was even more tragic was that the car broke down halfway, and they had to find a small hotel in a nearby town to stay.

"Please show your ID card, two rooms or one room?"

The lady at the front desk asked with a smile.

Fang Yayan and Jiang Yicheng looked at each other and spoke almost at the same time:
"A room."

The waiter couldn't help but tickled the corner of his mouth.

When registering, the baby in the arms of the woman queuing behind kept crying loudly, which made the people around me very impatient.

Fang Yayan also had experience in pediatrics, so she went over to help the mother, and after coaxing her for a while, the child stopped crying.

"A few months? It seems a bit nutritionally deficient. What do you usually feed him?"

Fang Yayan looked at the child with a strange feeling in his heart.

My mother froze when asked, and took a long time to answer:
"It's been five months, and he will eat whatever I eat, no choice."

Fang Yayan's eyes flickered slightly:

"It's best to give him breast milk or milk powder, or millet porridge."

After finishing speaking, he returned to Jiang Yicheng's side.

As soon as Jiang Yicheng lowered his head, he saw her pressing the phone number, pressing and deleting, looking very hesitant.

"Who do you want to call?"

"Call a friend to pick it up, but it's raining so hard, it seems like it's not easy to bother him."

Fang Yayan put back the phone as if nothing had happened, turned to look out the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Jiang Yicheng gave her a strange look, and took the room card.

Their room is adjacent to the room of the mother with the child. The sound insulation here is not good. As soon as the door is closed, the child starts crying.