Dangerous relationship: Mrs. Yan, you are married!

Wen Shan especially hates this feeling.

The feeling overwhelmed her.

But Wen Shan has also discovered some characteristics after getting along with An Hui for these years.

As long as Fan Wenshan can be softer and more surly, this man treats her pretty well.

That night, there was no way to start a fire as the kitchen was burned.

In the end, Wen Shan took the induction cooker and simply boiled the noodles and added a few eggs.

Each person ate a bowl.

Originally prepared one egg per person, Ke Wenshan felt a little disgusted with eggs when she ate them. After she became pregnant, her taste changed a lot. The eggs she liked before don't like to eat them now.

Especially watching the transparent egg whites turn into the color of soft and waxy tofu made Wen Shan lose her appetite even more.

Wen Shan almost didn't think too much about it, so she picked it up in a bowl on the side.

It happened that this bowl was delivered to An Hui.

An Hui had two eggs in his own bowl, but Wen Shan's bowl did not contain any. First she frowned, then stretched her brows, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

While eating noodles, An Hui asked, "I remember you like eggs the most. Why don't you eat them now and leave them in my bowl instead?"

This question is a bit ambiguous.

Especially the tenderness mixed in the man's tone, it's hard not to give people other reveries.

Wen Shan froze for a moment, knowing that An Hui would be wrong.

I wanted to explain something, but I felt that it was meaningless to say too much.

So, he only replied perfunctorily: "After all, you are a man, so you should eat more than us, so I put two eggs for you."

Wen Ya listened, feeling that her sister was being perfunctory.

Even Aunt Zhao felt that Wen Shan's words were perfunctory.

In fact, An Hui also felt that Wen Shan was being perfunctory.

It's just that behind the perfunctory, only An Hui thinks there are other intentions.

After all, it was her favorite food in the past, and now she is willing to share it with herself, does it prove something...

It proves that Wen Shan has An Hui in her heart!

But Wen Ya and Aunt Zhao knew very well in their hearts, after all, what era was this? There was a cabinet of eggs in the refrigerator, and there was no need to cook as many eggs as they wanted.

Regarding eggs, the only explanation in Aunt Zhao's and Wen Yaxin's mind was that Wen Shan didn't want to eat them.

However, some people prefer to deceive themselves.

An Hui's bowl of noodles was very delicious.

An Hui drank all the soup base after eating the noodles, and there was not a single bit left.

After eating a bowl of noodles, they went back to their rooms to rest.

For a long time, 4 rooms have been prepared in the villa.

There are two sisters, one for each of them, one for Aunt Zhao, and one for An Hui.

Because the doctor told me that Wen Shan's physical condition and the condition of the fetus are not very good, so she must not have intercourse.

But tonight, An Hui still stayed in Wen Shan's room.

So when Wen Shan came out of the bathroom, she was shocked when she saw a man sitting on the bed.

Fortunately, Wen Shan supported the wall in time, so she didn't fall to the ground in fright.

"What are you doing? You don't even turn on the lights when you enter the room. Who are you trying to scare to death? Are you scaring me to death or the child in your belly?"

Wen Shan was a little annoyed at what she said, because she was really scared just now.

With a snap, the lights in the room came on.

Wen Shan was wearing a bathrobe, her hair was still wet with water, and the water droplets made a dull sound as they hit the floor drop by drop.

An Hui has also finished washing, wearing a gray bathrobe, which is a couple outfit with Wen Shan's pink bathrobe.

It can be regarded as a symbolic object for couples.

Wen Shan didn't care about An Hui either, because he was not in good health, so he didn't worry about being rough on her at all.

So I went to the cabinet to get the hair dryer.

Just when she plugged the plug into the power cord and was about to turn on the hair dryer to dry her hair, a big hand held her small hand.

The warmth in the palm gradually spread to her flesh, and then instantly transmitted to her heart.

It made her heart beat again.

What the hell?

"I'll blow it for you."

Wen Shan stood there stiffly: "What did you say?"

Wen Shan looked up at the man in front of her, feeling more and more unpredictable.

What's wrong with this man, what's wrong with him?
An Hui hooked his lips, and smiled softly: "Your stomach is inconvenient, and you will inevitably feel tired when you raise your hand. Sit down, and I will blow it for you."

Wen Shan raised her eyebrows, she was too lazy to refuse someone who was so kind, and sat down in front of the makeup mirror obediently.

In the mirror, the faces of Wen Shan and An Hui just fit into it.

Wen Shan yawned, and said quietly: "Then hurry up, I'm sleepy."

An Hui listened, and took a step forward, her abdominal muscles pressed against Wen Shan's shoulders.

An Hui said: "You lean back, if you can fall asleep, you sleep, and I will help you finish drying your hair."

Wen Shan smiled: "Your service is quite considerate."

"Of course, it's for my wife."

What An Hui said didn't move Wen Shan, but she felt that this man was too much of a fake.

But since he is like this, Wen Shan is not stingy to cooperate.

So he shouted weakly: "Then trouble my husband."

The last "husband" had a soft feeling, and An Hui's heart warmed up, really warmed up.

Wen Shan was not pretentious, she leaned against An Hui's belly, closed her eyes, and only cared about resting.

An Hui held the hair dryer, turned the air volume to the minimum, and turned the sound to the minimum.

Then slowly blow on the woman's head, between every hair.

The movements are so gentle.

Wen Shan closed her eyes and enjoyed it very much.

An Hui saw the woman's comfortable face from the mirror, with the corners of her mouth raised all the way up.

In a good mood.

This scene happened to be seen by Aunt Zhao who was standing outside the door.

Aunt Zhao frowned. After all, she had been here, and she always saw things more comprehensively.

Aunt Zhao was worried that her young master would be hurt.

But now it turned out to be like this, so Aunt Zhao could only do her best to reduce the damage.

An Hui dried Wen Shan's hair, stroked her cheek with a big hand, and said softly, "It's all right, let's take a look."

However, Wen Shan didn't make any movement.

When An Hui lowered his head, he heard the steady breathing from the woman's nostrils.

Is this... asleep?

An Hui tiptoedly placed the hair dryer in front of the dressing table, then turned sideways, stroked the back of Wen Shan's head with his big hand, and then reached under the woman's knee with the other arm.

It's easy to hug people up.

Then he walked towards the bed step by step...

An Hui put the woman on the bed, looked at the cherry-like red lips, couldn't hold back, and kissed her...