Quick Wear: My Wife Is Pregnant, The Childbirth System Holds Her Thigh

Qi Yan was now in a good mood after eating and drinking. When he woke up in the morning, he saw his beautiful wife.

Although I understand that I was indeed a bit of a beast last night, it would be a waste to leave such a delicious wife in bed without eating.

But this was An An's fault. Of course, he was responsible for putting out the fire. He stared at his wife all morning.

When the other party's eyelashes trembled slightly, he pretended to turn on his phone to read the report.

"Okay, then I'll cook you some wontons first. You can go downstairs after washing up. It's Saturday, and we have two days to stay together."

Song Yian was so frightened just now, and had no intention of sleeping. She climbed out of bed, wearing cool silk pajamas, light green, which should have been changed by a man for her.

It felt good to wear on her body. Song Yi'an saw the platycodon flower placed on the bedside table again. A small part of the platycodon flower had its buds removed, leaving only bare branches.

This bitch is playing with real flowers. The platycodon flowers that I thought were nice yesterday feel particularly annoying today, but I don’t have the heart to throw them away.

He only said to the man:

"Take the flowers off."

Qi Yan pretended to go back and picked up the flowers, then clasped his wife's neck and kissed her, and then went downstairs to make breakfast with satisfaction.

Although Song Yi'an was using his own body and his mouth wouldn't smell bad even if he didn't brush his teeth, he always felt uncomfortable in his heart.

But even if she doesn't dislike this doggy man, she can't say anything, just let him go.

There were small plush slippers neatly placed beside the bed. Song Yian remembered what the man said last time and stepped on the slippers directly to wash up in the bathroom of the bedroom.

As she expected, the man had already prepared everything for her, including a shared tube of toothpaste, but an extra toothbrush and cup.

The cup is connected, and the appropriate toothpaste is squeezed onto the water toothbrush.

Song Yian felt that if she nodded, the man would most likely want to brush his teeth for him.

After cleaning up, she went downstairs. The smell of chicken soup floated in the air downstairs. It seemed that the man's aunt left chicken soup this time.

Qi Yan seemed to have calculated the time correctly and took the bowl out of the kitchen. Song Yi'an just happened to sit at the dining table, and Qi Yan placed the small wontons in front of her.

The aunt's cooking skills are very good, and the stewed soup is also very clear and sweet. It seems that all the essence of the chicken is left in the pot of soup.

Not greasy at all, plus fresh wontons, seaweed and shrimp skin.

Eating such a warm bowl in the morning is a delicious food that no one can refuse.

Song Yian ate quickly, and he had already finished the three dishes in less than two meals. Qi Yan took his own bowl and sat next to Song Yian.

He took another chicken leg from his bowl and put it in Song Yi'an's bowl.

"An'an worked hard last night. Eat more tonic."

Song Yian naturally refused to accept anyone who came, and completely turned a deaf ear to the man's words. Don't think that she didn't know what the man was thinking.

The pigs had to be fattened before being killed. The man looked like he wanted to prepare for the next time and was already trying to please himself.

Neither of them likes to talk while eating at the dinner table, but Qi Banyan occasionally says a word or two to adjust the atmosphere.

Song Yian didn't worry so much. After all, the most important thing at the dinner table was to respect the food in front of him with silence.

The two got along like an old couple who had been married for many years, with a tacit understanding and harmony. In the afternoon, while Song Yian was lying on the deck chair on the balcony to bask in the sun, Qi Yan sat on the chair on the other side of her and turned on the computer to process documents.

The two of them didn't disturb each other, but there seemed to be a secret connection in the air.

Happy days always pass quickly. Saturday and Sunday are just a matter of opening and closing your eyes and they will pass by.

Weekend breaks are already a rare rest time for contemporary workers. It would be more complete if the leader did not suddenly issue tasks during the break.

Song Yian also spent two days comfortably, and was sent back to her small house by the man on Sunday night. Song Yian quite liked this small rental house. The cave where she practiced before was also small and felt very safe. .

Qi Yan did not force the little girl to live in her place. After all, she always needed to give the other party some private space and more time to think.

Falling in love requires a lot of preparation, and the same goes for getting married. He hopes that he can leave a good impression in the other person's heart, rather than a domineering and arbitrary image.

He can be invincible in front of outsiders, but he also needs to be appropriately soft in front of the one he loves. Giving his back to the one he loves without any scruples is the best respect for the other person.

If the two get married and An An still wants to live here or develop elsewhere, he will have to speed up his efforts and follow in the other person's footsteps.

When Qi Yan said she wanted to buy a house in Nan Province last time, she had actually sent people to look at the house there several times.

I have taken a fancy to a property in the center of the capital city of Southern Province. It is close to the river and close to the business district. It is only a few minutes' drive to Central Park.

The scenery is also good, and the development qualifications are also very good. He is already considering appropriate investment.

If An An likes a more secluded place, he can also find a more secluded environment. Forget it, he might as well buy some in every city.

After An An is completely settled, he can decorate the wedding room first. No matter which house An An likes, he can decorate it as the other party likes.

Qi Yan looked at several decoration plans sent by the designer on the computer, and through observing An An in the past few days, he preliminarily finalized one of them.

An An hasn't promised him yet, so everything can only be done quietly. If you don't like it then, you can change it.

Song Yi'an arrived at the company in high spirits, still wearing the same familiar outfit, but as soon as he entered the company door, the elevator was full of people.

Song Yi'an frowned subconsciously. The crowded and noisy environment was not suitable for her, and it was not in line with the basic personality of the split. She took a step back slightly.

As a result, he bumped into someone's shoulder, and Song Yian subconsciously apologized to the person.

"Sorry, I bumped into your shoulder accidentally. Are you okay?"

The person who was hit was dressed exactly like Song Yi'an, wearing a mask and sunglasses, but the difference was that there were several people around him, some carrying bags, some groveling to make her happy.

"It's something, no, what do you mean? You hit me so quickly in mainland China, right? You're not a bastard, are you? Do you know where this is? You still dare to have sex here."

A woman's sharp voice came to his ears. Song Yian looked at the cursing woman in front of him through black-rimmed glasses. The woman was wearing a plain floral dress, but her hair was permed.

The red lips were also painted very exaggeratedly, which did not match the outfit she was wearing.