After I was pregnant with a cub, I was spoiled by the rich and powerful [Cross Book]

Lin Yuan didn't cry.

He denied that he was crying.

He kept emphasizing that sand got into his eyes, and it was all due to the damn windy weather.

The wind that fluttered across the treetops was dunked into a big black pot for no reason.

The grievances, depression, shock, and fear that were pent up in his heart... Qiqi vented out, but Lin Yuan didn't feel at ease in the slightest, instead he felt empty in his heart.

It seemed that a large piece had been hollowed out, and the cold wind was pouring in, and it couldn't fill the big hole.

Chilly, cold, and painful.

In the kitchen stove, firewood was burning vigorously.

The broken porcelain basin next to it was filled with red-burning charcoal, the bottom layer was ash, and Lin Yuan's favorite sweet potato was buried in the ash.

He was holding a bowl of tomato and egg noodles, eating while guarding his roasted sweet potatoes, his eyes were still wet, his cheeks were flushed by the fire, and he looked extremely pitiful.

It was so distressing that I wanted to hug him into my arms and coax him.

But Lin Yuan didn't talk to Yan Ting, ignored him, let alone let him touch him.

No matter what Yan Ting said, he just stared at the noodles in his hand, and ate them slowly, one by one.

If one ignores the messy pile of firewood and the crowded corn stalks behind him, it will make people think that what he is eating is not an ordinary bowl of noodles, but the most delicious food in the world.

What you are in is not a messy country kitchen, but an elegantly decorated five-star hotel restaurant.

The whole person seems to be dissociated from the environment, seemingly serious about eating, but actually absent-minded, not enjoying at all, more like forcing himself to eat.

It's unbearable.

The children were quarreling, and Grandma Li, as an elder, couldn't intervene. After putting the beans in the pot and stewing, she went to clean the yard.

The charcoal in the broken porcelain basin in front of him was burning vigorously, but Lin Yuan felt a little cold.Holding the bowl in his hand, he bent down subconsciously and moved his body closer to the charcoal brazier.

As soon as her back arched a little, she was surrounded by Yan Ting's arms extending from behind.

A thick windbreaker was draped over his shoulders, and Yan Ting's body temperature and breath still remained, wrapping him tightly and dispelling the coldness.

Lin Yuan was in a daze, clenched the chopsticks in his hands until his fingertips turned white.

He opened his mouth, his voice trembling uncontrollably, and murmured: "Why am I pregnant?"

It seems to be questioning, more like talking to himself.

This is a question for which there is no answer, and even a doctor with superb medical skills and rich experience cannot give an accurate explanation.

Lin Yuan felt that he was out of luck.

Inexplicably transmigrated into the book, and now breaks the gender barrier, and is pregnant for the first time.

In the future, what strange things will happen?

No matter what happens, he has to accept it.

It cannot be predicted in advance, let alone changed.

At the moment when he found out that he was pregnant, Lin Yuan had a strong thought in his heart, to get rid of it!

He also asked the doctor to prescribe the abortion pill.

But then, at the moment when he was about to swallow the pill into his stomach, Lin Yuan gave up.

He is going to give birth to this child.

The decision is made by oneself, even if it is due to impulse.Lin Yuan has been enduring all the bitter fruits of existence alone.

He originally planned to live alone in this remote town and give birth to the child quietly.

If someone asks about it in the future, it will be said that the child's mother has run away.

He has arms and legs, and being a single dad isn't all that scary.

But just when he was ready to experience the pain of being pregnant for ten months alone, Yan Ting appeared again.

Faced with Yan Ting's gentleness, the heart that was surrounded by hard pig iron throbbed again.

Once a person experiences kindness, warmth, and love, he is never willing to let go.

Being embraced by the man from behind, Lin Yuan didn't hide, looked down at the cold noodles in the bowl, and frowned slightly.

Something soft and warm was pressed against the half of his neck that was exposed to the air, and the movement was very intimate, and it fell apart with one touch.

Lin Yuan knew that it was Yan Ting who was kissing him.

This man didn't seem as heartless as he looked.

Stirring the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks, Lin Yuan lost the desire to continue eating.

There is a layer of solidified oil stains floating on the surface of the cold noodle soup, which is so greasy that people vomit.

There was an uncomfortable churning in his stomach, and before he spit it out, he hurriedly bent over and put the bowl on the small table next to him, turning his eyes away and not looking at it anymore.

Sweet and sour when hot, the delicious tomato and egg soup loses its bright color and tantalizing taste once it cools down.

Lin Yuan suddenly felt very similar to himself. In Yan Ting's eyes, would he be like a cold meal when he was pregnant, tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away.

What's more, there was something Yan Ting hated in his stomach.

Eyelashes as thick as crow feathers trembled, Lin Yuan lowered his thin eyelids, touched his abdomen, and whispered: "Doctor Wei said, you don't like babies."

Yan Ting's flat brows were furrowed, "He's talking nonsense to me."

The usually calm and elite man suddenly swears, which makes Lin Yuan suddenly raise his eyelids, and tilts his head to look at him in surprise.

The two lips that had been bitten by the tooth marks opened into an O shape, "What did you just say?"

As a father, how could he swear in front of his son, Yan Ting pursed his lips and decided not to admit it

As long as he doesn't admit it, his image won't collapse in front of the little guy.

With a straight face, Yan Ting said seriously: "That guy Wei Ming likes to exaggerate, it's not that serious. I just don't like babies, especially the ones that crawl all over the ground and only know how to cry."

"..." Lin Yuan was stunned, "When I was born, it would crawl all over the floor, and maybe urinate all over the bed."

You, an adult, are too disrespectful to discriminate against babies so much.

Yan Ting originally wanted the little guy to feel at ease, but he didn't expect to be refuted on the spot. Not only was he not coaxed well, but it also had the opposite effect. His eyes were a little flustered, but he kept calm and continued to explain: "My child will be smarter and more sensible than others."

"Oh." Lin Yuan nodded half-understanding, raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you crawl all over the ground when you were young?"

Yan Ting: "..."

My little ancestor, when did your tongue become so sharp?

He must have learned badly from Qin Mian.

Thousands of miles away, Qin Mian, who was being crushed on the sofa, was also shot while lying on his stomach.

This person hasn't been coaxed well, and he hasn't revealed his shortcomings twice in a row, so we can't continue talking.

Yan Ting chose to surrender, and hugged Lin Yuan, who was shaking all the time, into his arms, warming him with his own body temperature.

Warm big palms covered his soft clothes, wrapped around his slightly raised abdomen, and stroked gently.

Every time I went back and forth, I was extremely careful, not daring to use too much force.

Lin Yuan looked down at the back of the man's hand, and felt that he was not touching his stomach, but more like kneading dough.

Knead it, knead it, squeeze out the chestnut seeds, roll them into dough, and make dumplings for eating.

Pregnant belly feels different from normal belly.

Yan Ting usually spends time exercising every day, her abdominal muscles are obvious and stiff.

But Lin Yuan used to have only a thin layer of muscle on his stomach, and occasionally he was too full after eating, and his slightly protruding stomach was soft.

But now, the skin on the abdomen is bulged by a growing little life, that is a very novel feeling.

Yan Ting touched Lin Yuan's swollen abdomen back and forth through his clothes for a while, then suddenly excitedly said: "My son is moving."

The man who thought that he would never have children in his life, suddenly became a father, he is so young... In his twenties, he looks like a three-year-old child in open crotch pants.

Lin Yuan curled his lips and said in disgust, "That's my stomach growling."

"Huh?" Yan Ting didn't believe it.

"Hungry... Hungry." Lin Yuan raised his hand and touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

After eating a bowl of noodles and half a bowl of noodles, I was still hungry and felt like a pig.

Yan Ting was silent, and put his palm on Lin Yuan's stomach without moving for a long time.

It may be that I feel that my calm image has collapsed and is being regained.

Very shameless.

Lin Yuan really wasn't full yet, smelling the aroma of stewed pork ribs with beans and curds in the pot, his saliva almost flowed out.

As for the issue of having children, we will discuss it when we are full.

At the lunch table, Yan Ting watched the little guy eat one, two, three...five bowls of rice by himself, with a silent and serious expression, holding his own rice, without moving his chopsticks for a long time.

Lin Yuan felt that he was despising him like a worthless person, and he immediately became unhappy.

Pregnant women are prone to mood swings, irritable and sensitive.

With the lessons learned from roaring in the yard before, Lin Yuan didn't want to bear it, and while adding the sixth bowl of rice to his own bowl, he said, "I'm scared to see my appetite, it's too late for you to regret it now."

Seeing that he obviously felt aggrieved, but refused to say anything, Yan Ting was overjoyed, and pushed the untouched rice in his bowl in front of him, "It doesn't matter if I don't eat, I can't starve my little A Yuan.

Lin Yuan: "..."

You, why are you a sub?

Seeing me cry makes you happy, right?

Lin Yuan was very moved, but he didn't cry, and even ate up all the rice in Yan Ting's bowl.

In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and the whole countryside was shrouded in golden yellow.

There are birds singing on the branches.

Although Lin Yuan didn't know what they were singing, he was still very happy to hear it.

I was too full for lunch, I was overwhelmed and needed to digest food.

He directed Yan Ting to move the reclining chairs in the main room to the yard.

It is very leisurely and comfortable, basking in the sun, waiting for the food in the stomach, slowly digesting bit by bit.

Four or five hours have passed since the showdown between the two.Lin Yuan's excited mood also calmed down completely.

But he never dared to ask that question, about whether Yan Ting would accept the child.

Without hearing Yan Ting's accurate answer, he will never be completely relieved.

The guillotine hanging in my heart has been crumbling.

Lin Yuan always felt that one day, he would suddenly fall down with a click and cut off everything he had now.

But he dared not ask.

Afraid to hear, the answer that is afraid to hear.

The feeling of fullness in the stomach can cause sleepiness in the body.After lunch is the best time of the day to take a nap.

Lin Yuan was lying on a reclining chair, covered with a blanket, and holding a pink little piggy in his arms.

This was found in the closet of Yan Ting's guest bedroom before. The housekeeper said it was a gift from a friend of the husband, and it had been put there for a long time.

Lin Yuan liked it quite a bit, and when he left, he was carried away with him.

As time passed, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Yan Ting looked like this pig.

It's all stupid.

When Lin Yuan was taking a nap, Yan Ting kept guard not far away, watching the golden sunlight reflect on the little guy's beautiful eyebrows and eyes, casting a halo on the fair skin, making it slippery like freshly baked tofu. Tender and delicious.

With fluctuating thoughts, Yan Ting stepped lightly, squatted down beside the recliner, leaned over, and planted a light kiss on the white and tender face in front of him.

Yan Ting's gentle gaze swept over Lin Yuan's eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth, which was tightly pursed and full of defense in sleep, fell on the bulging abdomen that was covered by the blanket.

The curvature of the corner of the mouth slowly disappeared inch by inch.

The cold brows were furrowed, and there was a moment of confusion in the eyes, which were quickly swallowed by blackness.

The sharp mandible line was tense, revealing indifference and indifference.

The joy and anticipation that he had just pretended in front of Lin Yuan had completely disappeared, and was replaced by restlessness.

Yan Ting doesn't like children.

Even if his own child is still in Lin Yuan's stomach, he won't get the slightest bit of his father's tolerant love.

In order not to make the little guy suspicious and sad, Yan Ting has been pretending and enduring.

Wei Ming was right, Yan Ting had a heavy psychological barrier to the newborn baby.

Even if it took five or six years, he exhausted what he had learned all his life, but the situation did not change.

The shadow from childhood is deeply engraved in the darkest corner of the heart, like a maggot attached to the bone, which cannot be killed or destroyed.

In the passage of time, he continued to gnaw away his flesh and blood.

In the end, blood was dripping, hurting people and hurting themselves.

In autumn in the south, the weather is treacherous.Half an hour ago, it was still sunny and sunny.

In a blink of an eye, dark clouds shrouded and cold winds blew.

With a bang of thunder, Lin Yuan was suddenly awakened.

Before he could react, he was hugged into a warm embrace.Yan Ting's soft coaxing voice sounded beside her ears, "Hey, go on to sleep, it's fine."

Lin Yuan tilted his head in a daze and leaned on Yan Ting's shoulder, feeling himself being carried upstairs and placed on the bed in the bedroom.

Half asleep and half awake, he subconsciously grabbed the corner of the quilt, wrapped himself into a silkworm baby, and continued to sleep.

As soon as Yan Ting moved the recliner into the main room, it began to rain heavily.

Bean-sized raindrops hit the roof tiles, pooled into rainwater, and fell from the eaves of the corridor, forming beautiful water curtains.

The thunder had long since died down, but the rain kept falling, as if it was going to rain all the rain for the next month.

The light in the room was dim, and Lin Yuan curled up into a ball, sleeping soundly while hugging the quilt.

Not far away, Yan Ting was leaning on the window sill, with his back against the light, his resolute face was half-lit, and his figure was hidden in the dark.

A long, thin cigarette was held between the knuckle-protruding fingers, which was neither lit nor put into his mouth.

The screen of the phone in his hand suddenly lit up, and a message popped up.

With a ding, the silence was broken, and the solemnity quickly returned.

"I heard that you have returned to China. Remember to come to me for a follow-up visit. It's over time. You can't delay any longer, otherwise problems will easily occur. You should hurry up."

Information, from Wei Ming.