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

With Yan Ting present, Cheng Xi knew that no matter what he did, he would not take advantage of it.

She brought her son because she wanted to disgust Lin Yuan.

Once the relationship between Yan Ting and Lin Yuan is not strong, if there is no [-]% trust, maybe because of Qingqing's father, a crack will appear, and from then on, whenever there is a disturbance, it will expand infinitely.

Cheng Xi doesn't want others to get the people he can't get.

The action of Yan Ting holding Lin Yuan in his arms deeply hurt her heart.

She grinned grimly and stood up slowly.Staring at Lin Yuan's face, there was undisguised hatred in his eyes.

After a while, Cheng Xi left without looking back, not even wanting a child.

The wind gently blows through the treetops, making the weather even colder.

In the villa, the air conditioner blows warm air to dispel the coldness.

Five-year-old Xiao Qingqing was sitting on the sofa, her short legs were stretched straight, and she was wearing the little black leather shoes her father bought for him.

With a chubby face crying like a cat, he ignored everyone once he entered the room, climbed onto the sofa by himself, hugged his little ball tightly in his arms, and sulked with his mouth pursed.

After Yan Ting greeted the doorman, next time he couldn't let anyone in casually, he returned to the living room, and saw Lin Yuan and Han Miao standing by the sofa, and neither of them sat down.

"What's wrong?" Yan Ting walked over, sat down on the sofa, and then smoothly brought Lin Yuan into his arms.

Han Miao, who was shown off by no one, said, "..."

Can you two stop touching in front of the children, it's simply disrespectful.

Yan Ting didn't do anything excessive, Lin Yuan's butt touched the sofa, and he retracted his arm.

Picking up an orange from the fruit plate on the coffee table and starting to peel it, Yan Ting's eyes fell on the orange peel, and said in a usual cold tone: "I'll ask your father to pick you up."

When he said this, no one looked at it. Han Miao thought he was talking to himself, and was just about to get angry. I'm such an adult, can I stop talking about my dad?

Before she opened her mouth, a childish voice sounded first, "Uncle, you are so ruthless."

Lin Yuan: "..."

Han Miao: "..."

The two looked at each other, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

Are the children of today so precocious?

Qingqing is only five years old this year, but he is a big kid. Adults think he doesn't understand anything, but in fact he knows a lot.

This is not the first time he has met this fierce uncle, his father took him to meet him once before.

But he didn't like this little uncle. He fell down and cried very sadly on the ground, but the little uncle didn't pick him up, and told him: a man must be strong, and he can't cry casually.

He is only five years old, why can't he cry.

Xiao Qingqing felt wronged, but he didn't say anything.

Yan Ting divided the peeled orange into two halves, gave one half to Lin Yuan, and handed the other half to his little nephew.

"I don't want it." Qingqing pursed her mouth aggrievedly, with tears in her eyes, and said in a milky voice, "I won't eat your oranges, you will poison me to death."

"Don't forget it." Yan Ting said coldly, and stuffed the oranges in his hand to Lin Yuan.

Qingqing looked up at him and burst into tears.

Wept very pitifully.

Although Han Miao had never given birth to a child, but because of her maternal nature, she couldn't bear this kind of situation, and wanted to coax him so distressed.

As soon as the arm was stretched out, the sound of wailing stopped abruptly, as if it was all an illusion just now.

Xiao Qingqing rubbed her teary eyes, jumped off the sofa with her mouth pouted, ran to Lin Yuan with short legs, pointed to the orange in his hand, "Brother, I want to eat this."

Yan Ting almost died of anger.

If you don't want me to give it to you, now I run to grab it from my people.

"Oranges are poisonous and will kill you." Yan Ting said coolly, deliberately using what he said just now to scare him.

"No way." Xiao Qingqing reached out to hug Lin Yuan's leg, and deliberately rubbed against his knee, tilted his head and stuck out his tongue at Yan Ting, "Brother is prettier than you."

Yan Ting never thought that one day he would be considered ugly by a little carrot.

What else could he do, he could only hold back.Going online with a five-year-old child seems too naive and not generous.

Yan Ting felt that if he stayed any longer, he might not be able to help his second brother teach his son a lesson, so he got up with a dark face and made a phone call.

Half an hour later, Brother Yan arrived.

Yan Ting and five-year-old Xiao Yanyi sat in the living room and stared at each other.

Yan Ting looked at his little nephew as coldly as if he was looking at a small ant that could be easily crushed to death.

Yan Yi looked at his uncle as if he was looking at a big vicious monster.He put his hands on his hips angrily, and stared round his eyes. Although he couldn't win the fight, he refused to admit defeat.

Neither Han Miao nor Lin Yuan was in the living room, but at the corner of the stairs on the second floor.

Putting his hands on the railing, Han Miao looked down cautiously for fear of being discovered.

Lin Yuan was sitting on the stairs, holding a small game on his mobile phone that he was obsessed with recently.Thin white fingers poke here and there on the phone screen.

From time to time, there is a chirping sound from the phone.

Han Miao peeked into the living room, muttering something.

"Not as handsome as before."

"old."

"The vicissitudes of life."

"I want to move on."

After muttering for a while, Han Miao's voice paused for a moment, and then he said to himself: "He is ten years older than me, and he has a five-year-old son. I will be a stepmother when I get married. It doesn't seem like a good deal. .”

"Hey, little brother, if it were you, what would you do?"

Lin Yuan had just finished a game when he was poked on the shoulder and raised his head blankly, "Are you asking me?"

"Yeah." Han Miao sat down next to him, resting his chin on his palm, with a sad face.

"To be honest, I haven't thought about it. I'm only this year, so it's impossible to have a five-year-old son." Lin Yuan said honestly.

Han Miao: "..."

Han Miao: "Shut up!"

It's amazing to be young.

I'm only 25 years old, and it's impossible to have a five year old... well, it's still possible.

Han Miao let out a long sigh and became even more melancholy.

Lin Yuan didn't know how to comfort her, but he was curious about her liking for Second Brother Yan.

Curiosity is curiosity, this is someone else's private matter, and he is not easy to ask, so he continues to play games with his head down.

Han Miao sighed for a while, eager to tell others something, and said to herself: "When I was 17 years old, I fell in love with Yanrui at first sight, but unfortunately he treated me like a little sister at that time."

"Later, he went abroad with the person he liked and got married, and I never saw him again. Me, although I talked about marrying him all day long, I actually didn't have any hope. I was almost Haven't seen him in seven years."

Lin Yuan's hand playing the game gradually stopped, surprise overflowed his eyes, and his heart was a little shocked.

After falling in love at first sight, I kept that love for eight years.Even if one is in China and the other is abroad, and they haven't seen each other in seven years, across thousands of mountains and rivers, across the ocean, that feeling hasn't disappeared.

Perhaps, in the fermentation of time, it is getting thicker and thicker.

Han Miao couldn't remember why she liked Yanrui in the first place.But the love in my heart has been deeply rooted.

I can't forget it, and I can't unplug it.

But Yan Rui didn't know that she still liked him...

It sounds pretty embarrassing.

"Sister Miaomiao, have you had a hard time these years?" Lin Yuan asked softly.

Han Miao shook his head and smiled at him, "It's not bitter, I'm actually quite happy thinking about his family's happiness."

There was a smile on his face, but tears overflowed from the corners of Han Miao's eyes, and his voice gradually became choked up, "Tell me, why would someone not cherish him as a good person."

In Han Miao's heart, Yanrui is Bai Yueguang, an existence that she treasures in her heart, can never be touched, and cannot be defiled by anyone.

Lin Yuan is still young and has too little experience to understand this kind of emotion.

He thought silently, if he and Yan Ting were separated for seven years and didn't see each other, would he still like him as much as he does now?

This is an unanswered assumption that cannot be understood through personal experience.

"Look, why am I talking about this to your little brother?" Han Miao smiled, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and said with a smile, "Don't imitate me, secret love is not fun, really. of."

She patted Lin Yuan on the shoulder, stood up, and walked upstairs quickly.

Lin Yuan watched her thin and lonely figure disappear from sight, and wondered helplessly whether this friendship that had existed for eight years would bear fruit.

In terms of feelings, who can say clearly.

Footsteps came from the stairs, Yan Ting saw the second brother off, and when he went upstairs, he saw the little guy sitting on the ground with a blank expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

The floor is so cold, don't put a mat.

Yan Ting was a little angry, so he quickened his pace and hugged him up.

Fighting is not willing to fight, and training is not willing to train.

Lin Yuan stretched out his hand to hook his neck, tilted his head and leaned on his shoulder, and he was very obedient.

Yan Ting couldn't bear to speak harshly anymore.

"Do you think the second brother will like sister Miaomiao?"

Yan Ting thought that most likely they wouldn't, but he didn't say it out, not wanting to make Lin Yuan sad, so he said paradoxically, "It depends on their fate."

This world is so cruel, not all likes can be responded to.

What is treasured by one person is treasured by another.

Yan Ting wanted to do his best to protect the last innocence in the young Lin Yuan's heart.

In fact, Lin Yuan understood, just like when he was a child, he liked a stray cat named Sanhua downstairs, and he saved his own food to feed it every day.

But no matter how much he liked it, he didn't dare to take it home to raise him.I am afraid that the mother will be angry and will hurt the kitten.

Later, the kitten disappeared and was never seen again.

Maybe it was carried away by someone else, or maybe...

Lin Yuan rubbed against Yan Ting's shoulder, remained silent, and did not continue to ask.

Some things, even if you get to the bottom of it, you won't get a standard answer.

In the evening, Yan Ting dealt with affairs in the study until very late before returning to the bedroom.

The room was dimly lit and silent.

He thought that Lin Yuan had already fallen asleep, so he went to bed lightly, and just after laying down, he rolled into a warm ball in his arms.

Lin Yuan curled up in his arms, rubbed against his neck and murmured, "I like you so much, although I don't know how long this love will last, but I will work hard."

Try to like you a little more every day, until the temples are gray, and I can hold hands with you and walk in the yard.

"I am ten years younger than you." Lin Yuan murmured, "I am very sorry that you will not have me in your life until you are 30 years old. But don't be afraid, in my life from eighteen to thirty, I will be there every day. You were there every day. It's good that we didn't miss it."

Lin Yuan just woke up, his voice was soft and sticky, like bubbles bubbling up in a hot spring, crushing Yan Ting's heart one by one.

Covered in the cold of the night, warmed by Lin Yuan's warm body temperature, Yan Ting's heart was so soft that the 30-year-old man's eyes were red in the night.

"Yuan Yuan."

"Ok?"

"I like you too."

"I know."

Lin Yuan's furry head rubbed against Yan Ting's arms, and he suddenly turned over and sat up, looking down at him condescendingly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "But liking is not enough."

Yan Ting reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, only to realize that Lin Yuan was not wearing pajamas, but his shirt.

The chestnut color has faded, and the black hair grows in a mess, and a few strands hang down on the white forehead, making the eyebrows and eyes more delicate.

The light reflected in Lin Yuan's amber eyes was more dazzling than the stars.It belongs to the youth and freshness, revealing wanton and publicity.

He is still young and can do whatever he wants.It is also possible to experience what is wrong, or what is right.Make life more ups and downs, rich and colorful.

He can also stumble in this complicated world like his peers, experience one after another equal relationship, and personally appreciate the complexity and darkness of human nature.

Perhaps, after falling again and again, become mature and strong.It is also possible that it will be scarred and never recovered.

But at the moment when he met Yan Ting, all these possibilities came to an abrupt end before it happened.

Yan Ting opened her arms to him, blocking all unknown dangers for him.

Yan Ting is 30 years old, he has traveled a longer distance than Lin Yuan, and has seen more scenery than Lin Yuan.

The things Lin Yuan likes, the hobbies he pursues, and even his stubborn thoughts may all be naive in his eyes.

The age difference of 12 years meant that it was impossible for them to truly communicate with each other.If you want to go on for a long time, it is more about abandonment and tolerance.

In the past, Lin Yuan never thought deeply about it.

He thinks that if two people like each other, they should stay together, and if they don't like each other, they should separate. It's no big deal.

No one can guarantee that I really only love one person in my life.

But what Han Miao said today greatly stimulated Lin Yuan.

In this complex society, the chances of two people liking each other are too small and too small.

What's more, it seems that he and Yan Ting are quite different in age.

What others can't ask for, he already has it at his fingertips.

In the past, it was Yan Ting who took the initiative and tolerated him.Even if the old man's feelings are deep and introverted, he seldom talks about his likes.

But thinking about it carefully, Yan Ting's love for him covered almost every detail.

Those annoying nagging and domineering restraints in the past were actually covered with layers of affection, which penetrated into his life and gradually filled everything.

Since the old man can't say those lingering loves and nasty whispers, let him talk about them in the future.

He is still young, he can be shameless, and he is not shy.

Lin Yuan bent down, cupped Yan Ting's face with cool palms, pursed his lips and kissed the corner of his mouth again and again, just like a chicken pecking at rice.

Every time you kiss, just say: "I love you so much."

"I'll still like you even more."

"I know you like me too."

"And you can only like me."

"Otherwise I don't like you anymore."

"..."

Lin Yuan babbled, kissing Yan Ting so much that his face was drooling, and then rubbing it away with a smile.

Yan Ting let the little guy run amok on his face, his deep eyes were gentler than the moonlight.

Every time Lin Yuan said a word, he would silently say in his heart: "Baby, I love you."

love you all.

love you more,

I like the way I look.