I want to eat ice cream on a snowy day

Before dinner, An Zhi and Feng Xixi were forcibly recalled by Ning An.

An Xing hadn't seen Feng Xixi for a long time, so he rushed from the sofa to the entrance with a "chuckle", leaving Jiang Hanchen holding An Xing's phone helplessly shaking his head.

But it's too scary, if you don't leave, An Xing will be taught by him to the table.

"Sissi! I miss you!"

An Zhi pulled away the sticky An Xing: "What are you doing, don't you have a husband? Hug my wife?"

An Xing was speechless: "What's wrong with hugging!"

"Hug hug," Feng Xixi wrapped An Xing's arm unskillfully, stroking his back up and down, "Xingxing don't pay attention to him."

The two brothers stopped looking at An, and went to look for Ning An hand in hand.An Zhi watched Feng Xixi turn around in three steps, and waved his hand to let him go play with peace of mind.

"Is the phone fun?" An Zhi sat next to Jiang Hanchen, glanced at the gaudy phone case and felt something was wrong, then raised his eyebrows, "Yo, Cha Gang?"

After Jiang Hanchen installed the positioning software, he put the phone in his pocket as if nothing had happened: "The kid is disobedient and learned to turn off the phone."

"It's mostly done, just give it a good beating."

Jiang Hanchen took the teacup from An Zhi, lowered his eyes and curled his lips: "I can't beat it."

"Reluctance?" An Zhi didn't pay attention to his expression, he was thirsty, and threw himself on the hot tea, "This guy doesn't remember to eat or beat, my brother doesn't feel sorry for him."

"That..." Jiang Hanchen put down the teacup, looked at An Zhi and hesitated to speak, "You..."

This look is so existential that Anzhi can't help noticing it: "Say what you have to say."

"Sisi is quite honest, you won't... hit him, will you?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" A sip of scorching hot tea rolled into the stomach, all internal organs were on fire, Anzhi ignored it, and raised his voice in a rare way, "Am I that kind of person!"

"Isn't it?" Jiang Hanchen glanced at him several times in doubt, "Anyway, just don't bully Xixi."

He didn't even want to drink tea anymore, An Zhi just wanted to have a good chat with Jiang Hanchen.It's your uncle who is in charge of the matter, I must let you take a good look at what respect is...

"An Zhi, Mom told you to eat."

Feng Xixi said this quietly behind him, which startled An Zhi.

The fire that hadn't had time to die down accidentally sprayed it in the wrong direction: "Don't make noise!"

Jiang Hanchen's face darkened visibly with the naked eye.

The atmosphere seemed not right, Feng Xixi pushed his glasses, and poked An Zhi's face tentatively: "What's the matter, why are you so angry?"

An Zhi held his index finger in the palm of his hand and kissed: "I'm sorry wife, I didn't lose my temper with you."

Jiang Hanchen's face was filled with anger of "I'll cover my employees", and was extinguished by An Xing who was thrown into his arms.

An Xing raised his face and kissed his chin, put his arms around his neck, and coaxed him softly: "Brother, let's eat."

"Okay." Jiang Hanchen held An Xing in his arms, and before leaving, he frowned and glanced at Feng Xixi, who was bowing her head in embarrassment, "Xixi, if An Zhi bullies you, tell Brother Jiang."

Feng Xixi felt that Brother Jiang was really a good boss in China, capable, handsome and caring about his employees, so he nodded stupidly with his lips pursed.

Anzhi was stuck there in one breath, forgetting to fight back.

After finally getting together a big family, Ning An made a lot of dishes, many of which were An Xing's favorite.

Boiled fish.

Spicy Chicken.

Seafood tempura.

None of which he could eat.

An Xing's beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows turned into octagonal eyebrows, and she sat down quietly.

Jiang Hanchen rubbed his head and served him a bowl of chicken soup.An Xing didn't even want to look at it, he just stared at the fried shrimp on Feng Xixi's chopsticks opposite.

It's not eating, it's not eating.

After thinking about it, Feng Xixi put down the fried shrimp, picked a new one from the plate that was obviously closer to An Xing, and put it in An Xing's dish: "Can't I get it?"

"Yeah!" An Xing's eyes lit up, he stopped halfway through his chopsticks, turned his head and winked pitifully at Jiang Hanchen, "Brother..."

"Let's eat." Jiang Hanchen had no choice but to compromise, "Just one."

"Mmmmmmm!"

The tempura was fried crisply, and An Xing chewed like a little hamster with his cheeks puffed out, his eyes curled up in happiness.

Before Jiang Hanchen touched anyone with his hand that wanted to pinch his face, An Xing suddenly covered his mouth and rushed to the toilet feeling sick.

The chair legs made two piercing sounds on the ground, and Jiang Hanchen rushed over.

This time it was not so uncomfortable. I retched a few times and didn't spit out anything.

The whole family stopped eating and were anxiously gathered around the door of the bathroom. An Zhi wanted to call the family doctor, but Jiang Hanchen stopped him: "Dad, Mom, go sit down first, Xing Xing is fine."

Look at this unhurried face, I'm afraid he's used to it for a long time, maybe it's Jiang Hanchen who abused his brother and starved his stomach to death.

An Zhi was so angry that his face turned green, and Feng Xixi pinched his wrist and pulled him away.

Ning An leaned on the door frame and looked inside: "Baby Xing Xing, are you really alright? Why did you throw up so well?"

An Xing's stomach was so sore that he spoke bitterly, and waved his hands behind him: "Mom, I'm fine."

After returning to the dining table and drinking a glass of warm water, An Xing felt much more comfortable, and decided to be honest in the future and not to confront Jiang Hanchen anymore.

An Zhi was still suffocating, now it's over, let's settle the old and new grudges together.

Feng Xixi has the cover of your boss, and An Xing also has the cover of a big brother.

"Tell me the truth, did Jiang Hanchen abuse you?"

They are not allowed to eat spicy food, fried food is not allowed, hot pot can only be served with clear soup, which is not considered abuse, An Xing repeatedly denied: "It's not that big brother."

"What is it?! He really bullied you?"

"Don't be so angry..." Feng Xixi's small hands couldn't cover An Zhi's table-thumping fist, so she could only cover it like that, "Brother Jiang can't bully Xing Xing."

"You still speak for him? Look at how thin Xing Xing has become? It looks like he hasn't eaten properly!"

An Xing, who weighed two catties two days ago: "."

"Stop." An Xing glanced at the worried Ning An, the calm An Shikang, the aggressive An Zhi, and the conflicted Feng Xixi. Be quiet, I have something to say."

Knowing what he was going to say, Jiang Hanchen took out his wallet, took out a folded piece of paper from inside, and stuffed it into An Xing's hand.

An Xing: "?"

One dares to give, the other dares to take.An Xing opened it carelessly, and the two familiar small fruit pits just met his eyes.

In just that little time, two small thoughts sprouted in An Xing's mind.

The first thought was: Very good, the witnesses and evidences are complete, so there is no need to say more.

The second thought was: Jiang Hanchen actually carried this thing with him!

An Xing was sad for three seconds, and decided to go back and secretly put a photo of himself in his wallet, so that it would always fit in if he squeezed it, and he couldn't let these two little kids be favored alone.

An Xing, who was more balanced in his heart, calmed down and coughed in a dignified way.

An Zhiren held Feng Xixi like this, a knot between his brows still untwisted: "Why are you making a fuss?"

"Hey, what's the rush?" An Xing pinched the two corners of the B-ultrasound sheet to cover his slapped face, and retired behind the scenes to work part-time as the soundtrack, "Dengdengdengdengdeng!"

A table of delicacies, no one tasted them when they were cold.

The restaurant was eerily quiet. An Xing hid behind the list and took a peek at Jiang Hanchen, and asked in a breathless voice, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Hanchen shook his head at him.

?What do you mean by shaking your head?

Before An Xing had time to take a sneak peek, he was hugged by a man and a piece of paper.

The paper was all over his face, An Xing was so hugged that he couldn't breathe, it took a lot of effort to pull it away, and he was able to see the light of day again.

Ning An's eye circles were so red that he couldn't speak while hugging An Xing; An Shikang seemed to be quite calm, even if he kept pacing there, he was still on the same arm; An Zhi rubbed his hair from behind , holding him and Ning An in his arms, breathing unsteadily, unable to see his expression clearly; Feng Xixi stood half a step away, squinting his eyes and tilting his head to give him a thumbs up.

An Xing also smiled.

After hugging for about 3 minutes, An Xing was about to suffocate, he patted Ning An on the back: "Okay Mom, I can't breathe anymore."

"Oh oh oh," Ning An quickly let go, and pressed the end of his eyes with his knuckles, "I'm sorry, mom is too excited."

The couple looked at each other and laughed, Ning An was led back to his seat by An Shikang after laughing.

An Zhi and Feng Xixi also circled back, and An Zhi looked at Feng Xixi's stomach thoughtfully.

Frightened, Feng Xixi covered her stomach in horror: "I love work!"

"I know, I know," An Zhi just finished misunderstood Jiang Hanchen, and he didn't have the face to scold him any more. He just raised his hand and patted his forehead, pampering and helpless, "Little workaholic."

After calming down, Ning An began to study the B-ultrasound sheet. Looking at it, he felt that something was wrong. He was excited and afraid that he would guess wrong: "Baby, this..."

"Yeah!" An Xing grinned and made a gesture, "Twins!"

Ning An's eyes widened and he covered his mouth.

An Shikang kept drinking tea and adding tea, several cups.

An Zhi was much calmer than before, even a little excited: "You have two, can you give me one?"

"I like being born so much." Jiang Hanchen snatched An Xing's words, "Don't huh, my child."

Anzhi's anger, which was finally extinguished, came up again: "Hey you..."

"Baby, it's been hard work." Ning An's voice was tinged with tears, and everyone quieted down tacitly, "It's hard work to have one baby, let alone two."

Mothers always love their children.

Everyone is happy, only the mother is worried that he will have to bear double the hardship.

An Xing's nose was sore: "Mom..."

The hand was held by Jiang Hanchen at the side, and his low-pitched assurance was in his ear: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Xing Xing."

"Damn, why are you crying on such a beautiful day? Everyone, stop crying!" Ning An himself cried the most and refused to let An Shikang wipe it for him. Let's do it after the baby."

"Don't worry," An Xing choked back his tears, Jiang Hanchen wiped his face anyway, "It's just right, I still have important things to do."

"What could be more important than my becoming an uncle?" An Zhi's face was cold, but his fingertips tapped on the table irregularly, "I need to give my nephews a good name."

"It might be a niece." An Xing retorted, "Oh, it might be a nephew, a niece."

Ning An gave an exaggerated "Wow".

Feng Xixi also felt amazing: "Wow."

An Shikang poured himself another cup of tea.

Anzhi choked for a rare moment, stopped his hand, and furrowed his brow again: "This has to be carefully considered."

"Don't worry, it's still more than half a year away." The chicken soup was still warm, and An Xing didn't dislike it anymore, and sipped it in small sips.

"An Zhi, the children are all named after An Xing, so don't make a mistake when naming them."

Almost spat out a mouthful of chicken soup, An Xing raised his head in astonishment, looking at Jiang Hanchen with a calm face.

An Shikang was also stunned for a moment before opening his mouth: "Han Chen, this is not right..."

"There is nothing wrong with Dad, the child born so hard by Xing Xing should have his surname."

Jiang Hanchen's tone was very sincere, and his expression was very serious, he didn't look like he was joking.

An Xing tugged on his sleeve, shrank his neck and whispered, "Brother, you are their father."

Ning An suddenly thought of something, and clapped his hands happily: "Two children, one can be named after the father and the other can be named after the mother!"

An Zhi seconded: "Good idea."

An Xing nodded desperately, Jiang Hanchen stared at his little self in his eyes without speaking.

It took a while before he let go: "Let's talk about it."

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