My husband and I's post-marriage routine + new life

"My Husband and I's Daily Marriage"

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Summary:

In the No.17 year of my husband and I, there was heavy snow and it was the end of winter.

I think I died in the fourth year we met.

It turns out that young and affectionate people can also come to see each other and hate each other.

The first year I met Mr. was at the university's end-of-year performance.

The stage equipment I was in charge of temporarily broke down, and I was being scolded backstage when a gentleman who was two years older than me appeared.

Mr. is the president of the student union. He immediately transferred spare equipment from another auditorium to replace it, and at the end of the show, he found me and gave me a heated sandwich while hiding in the corner and crying secretly.

Mister is Alpha, pheromone is rare and precious cedar wood.

I only saw stars in those eyes,

look at me.

The second year I met my husband, we fell in love.

We spent the most innocent and beautiful time in college. I am an ordinary Omega, with ordinary classwork and ordinary appearance. Even the pheromone that Omega likes to compare with each other is the most bland green tea flavor.

But Mr. is different, Mr. was born noble, his grandfather is a father of the empire, he is the heir and the only heir of the chaebol who monopolizes the lifeline of the empire.

Such an excellent and shining gentleman, he is the Alpha whom countless Omega in the empire want to marry the most, but he fell in love with me who is so ordinary that I am beyond everyone else.

The husband will hold my hand and accompany me to fetch water on campus, he will take the lead in packing lunch for me at noon, he will pick out the fish meat on the plate and give it to me, and he will be forceful when others talk behind my back that I am not worthy of my husband. He firmly held my hand, kissed my cheek affectionately in front of those people, and dismissed those gossips.

My husband is afraid that I will feel inferior, so he will always tell me seriously that my pheromone is the most special one he has ever seen, that I am his most beloved fit, and that I am his baby.

That summer, tears welled up in my eyes, how lucky I was to meet Mr., I just want time to stay in this second.

In the third year I met my husband, I graduated.

Mr. inherited the family group. The tall and handsome Alpha has become more calm and profound than when he was in school. Although he has a driver for every trip, Mr. will still drive himself. The pheromone soothes my missing, calls my milk name Qingqing in my ear, and sends me a bouquet of kissing roses.

I didn't go out to work. My husband came to my house with a gift.

I have chosen the day of the door for a long time,

Finally, a school day in a neighboring country was chosen.

My fourth year in love with Mr. We got married.

My husband proposed to me on my birthday, and he fought against my family for two years, vowing not to marry me, and finally got my family to agree to marry an ordinary to mediocre me back home.

We soon had a grand imperial wedding.

Mr. was wearing a neat black suit, and his eyes were shining like stars when he looked at me. I walked towards Mr. amidst the blessings of guests gathered by celebrities in the audience.Mr. put on a ring for me. Mr. said that I was the little Omega he wanted to protect and love the most in his life. He thanked God for allowing us to meet and love each other.

I choked up tears and said a thousand words, looking at the same moved gentleman in front of me,

I just want to give my life to him.

The fifth year of my love for my husband is the first year of my marriage with my husband.

In spite of his busy schedule, my husband still took time off to accompany me on my sweet and happy honeymoon. He cherishes me very much, and he never refused to cross the line in the past.

On the night of the wedding, Mr. took possession of me and marked me so tenderly, my whole body became soft into a puddle of water, the faint scent of green tea was crushed by the sound of groans, and the overbearing smell of Mrs.'s hot cedar wood was all there. Can't go away for a long time.

Mr. bit my ear, and called my Qingqing, sweetheart, to hold me in his arms.

My husband and I have spent the most loving year of our newlyweds. I never pretend to be handmade for the meals at home. I am often happy to spend an afternoon cooking a table of dishes that my husband loves. Occasionally, I fail. I am also; hard to swallow, but my husband will eat it clean.

In the sixth year of my love for my husband, my husband told me that Qingqing is not afraid, Qingqing is still young, and if the child doesn't want it, don't want it.

In the past two years, the elders in the family have been expressly and implicitly reminding me, but I am just afraid of getting pregnant and having children.I heard from friends that part of the omega after having a baby will become "uglier" than before.

I am already so mediocre, if my belly grows ugly lines and then becomes loose again, what else can I do to become Mr.'s beloved little Omega? I dare not think, Mr. takes pity on me, he never forces me, these Nian put all the pressure from the elders on himself.

In the seventh year of my husband's love, except for pregnancy and childbirth, the thing I was most afraid of happened.

That day was my birthday, and it was also the anniversary of my marriage proposal with my husband. Over the years, my husband always loves to celebrate all kinds of festivals for me. Even my friends said that since I married my husband, I have become more beautiful than before. Confident and cheerful, it seems to be more beautiful.

We held a gathering of relatives and friends at home that day.However, to my surprise,

My mother would bring my younger brother over.

My brother and I are three years apart. We have the same blood, but we are very different from the inside out.

My younger brother is an omega who is prettier than me, smarter than me, and [-] times smarter than me.

Compared with my mediocrity, my younger brother is like an angel who is particularly sympathetic to the Creator, every eye is exquisitely carved, beautiful and delicate.

It's a pity that my younger brother was born with congenital heart disease, so my parents loved him very much, and I gave up the only opportunity to study abroad that my family could afford.

I haven't seen my brother who is studying in a neighboring country for four years

He is as beautiful and delicate as ever, and just by appearing here, he has attracted the attention of all the Alphas present. His pheromone is a rich and fragrant lily fragrance, rich and pure.I was very flustered, because even though we were in the same cloud and in the mud, I was very clear that my brother and I liked the same things since childhood.

Because my younger brother is ill, I always have to make concessions.

I went to find my husband in the crowd,

Waiting for me to search around in a panic,

I found out,

My husband's gaze landed on my younger brother at some point, the stars in those eyes were burning hot.

The eighth year of my love sir is the fourth year of our marriage

This year, my husband told me about the strategic adjustment of the group. He was going to a neighboring country to expand the market. He often traveled for ten days and a half months. I lacked the comfort of my partner’s pheromone for a long time, and I became thinner a lot.

The husband who came back from a business trip would still hug me at the entrance, kiss my forehead, and say sorry Qingqing, the company is too busy recently.

The smell of cedar wood seems to be mixed with other smells.And the dishes I cook are obviously much more delicious than before, but my husband always says he is full after only two bites.

I thought, is it that my husband and I have also reached the seven-year itch? We are in the eighth year, and it seems to be a little bit worse

Maybe it's time for us to have a baby, as a bond that connects me and Mr. forever.

That night, overcoming my years of fear, I changed into my sheer tulle pajamas, blushing, and climbed into our bed.

I bit my husband's ear and said that I am ready, ready to give you a healthy baby that belongs to us.

It seemed that the gentleman who was originally innocuous was very happy to hear that, he hugged me tightly and possessed me.

He kissed me who was passionately poured into the genital cavity by intense heat.

The gentleman shouted: Ruan Ruan.

My absent-minded eyes widened instantly in the crystal chandelier on the ceiling above my head,

Ruan Ruan is my brother's baby name.

In the ninth year of my husband's love, I got pregnant as I wished.

But the husband became more and more busy. I called the secretary to ask if the husband would go home for dinner. The secretary just said that the husband was on a business trip to discuss business.

The number of times my husband goes home in a month is counted. I am pregnant, and the reaction to the first child was severe during pregnancy.

I have a faint feeling that my husband is getting colder and colder towards me.The love that was once gentle and lingering is getting colder and colder, but I dare not think deeply about it.

I called to ask my husband if he had time to accompany me to go to the prenatal checkup, but the husband only said that he would have a meeting and ask the driver to pick me up to the hospital. Before I could say yes, the husband hung up.

Before hanging up, I heard another boy's voice, softly, asking my husband to catch fish for him.

Occasionally when I go home, I don’t hug me as much as before. My husband refused my embarrassing courtship during pregnancy. He didn’t even release pheromones to soothe my restless and anxious pregnancy hormones. I often couldn’t sleep, and the edema was severe.

One night, my husband got very drunk, he caressed my pregnant belly uncharacteristically, and asked me sadly between his brows: If an Omega loses the right to have a child? Will he be very sad?

I know,

The omega that made my husband feel bad about drinking in the middle of the night is no longer me.

My due date is approaching at the end of the year.

That day was my usual way back from the hospital check-up, walking clumsily

I was passing by a restaurant, but happened to run into my husband who told me that he was going to a meeting and couldn't accompany me as usual.

My husband's smile is a smile that I haven't seen at home for a long time, and my younger brother Song Ruan is holding my husband's arm, and my husband is pampering his slender waist and the tip of his nose.

My husband froze for a moment when he saw me. Years of superiority has made him no longer the green boy who would hand me a hot sandwich in the backstage of the school.