Pregnant with the child of the entertainment industry tyrant

Zhuang Yunliu contacted Yan Lan with a high-end personal trainer the next day, and Yan Lan immediately started to attend classes. His learning ability was very strong, and he finished all the content within a few days. driver.

The driving practice site is not far from Zhuang Ruoren's residence. Yan Lan would visit him every time after class, and she couldn't get around Zhuang Yunliu when chatting. Zhuang Ruoren especially liked to ask Zhuang Yunliu whether he was doing well or not. Concern about family, whether critical education is needed.

At this time, Yan Lan would say that Zhuang Yunliu is very good, and then praise some details to make it more convincing——

He didn't lie.

Although he lacks the most important things with Zhuang Yunliu, in getting along day after day, he gradually discovers the advantages of the other party, and even a sudden thought pops up, thinking that just not talking about feelings like this is pure and simple. It's good to live a lifetime.

His past experience made him long for a fiery and unique relationship deep down in his heart, but at the same time he was afraid of it.

He is afraid that he is not lucky enough to meet him in his whole life, and he is even more afraid that he will lose it after having it, which is even more unbearable.

In contrast, the current method is the safest.

When he was leaving, Zhuang Ruoren arranged for a driver to take him home.

After getting in the car, the driver was videotaping with his family, and Yan Lan waited quietly, listening to the childish voice of a girl coming from the mobile phone in front of her.

Matching his daughter's tone, the driver smiled and said, "Okay, Dad will go back in two days and bring you toys and delicious food."

"Hmm, it must be a doll, the kind that wears many layers of gauze skirts!"

"Okay, Dad is going to drive, say goodbye to Dad!"

……

Yan Lan couldn't help but smile.

The driver who hung up the video resumed his professional attitude, turned back and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, for keeping you waiting."

"Where, it's human nature, Master Li is too polite." Yan Lan said politely, "I didn't know before that Master Li is so gentle."

The car started, and the driver smiled relaxedly, "You must be gentle when you talk to your child. Mr. Yan will understand when he has a child. By the way, Mr. Yan, I'm going to tell you, when are you and Xiao Zhuang planning to have a child?" ?”

Yan Lan was taken aback.

He was unconsciously a little sensitive, and always felt that the driver would not say that for no reason, so he tentatively asked, "Grandpa asked you to ask?"

"No, no, I just asked casually, don't take offense." The driver smiled heartily and drove for a while, with an expression that he couldn't help, "But Mr. Zhuang did talk to me about this before. "

"Oh? What are you talking about?"

"Hey, chatting casually." The driver was a little embarrassed, "I forgot why I started talking at the time, Mr. Zhuang said that of course he hoped that you two would have a baby as soon as possible, but he also knew that young people have their own ideas, and they don't want to talk about it." If you get married and have children, he respects you and will not make you unhappy by saying these things face to face, and he also thinks that you should live a two-person life first to deepen and deepen your relationship. But after listening to this, I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart Son, after all, Mr. Zhuang is old, and he wants to be like all old people, and you also know his illness, hey."

……

From that day on, these words echoed in Yan Lan's mind from time to time.

Going back to the source, why did he get married?

In order to repay Zhuang Ruoren's favor.

That being the case, when this matter is done to the end, having a child is an inevitable follow-up.

Moreover, his mentality has undergone some changes recently. He has seen the positive side of marrying Zhuang Yunliu, and realized that this kind of life may be the most suitable life for him. Zhuang Yunliu himself said that there is no fake marriage.

So it does seem like they should... have a baby?

It's not about love, it's about marriage.

It didn't take long for Yan Lan to convince himself that Valentine's Day was coming, so he decided to act at that time.

Facing his initiative, how will Zhuang Yunliu react?

……

Early morning of February [-]th.

After all, Yan Lan was a little embarrassed. In front of Zhuang Yunliu at the breakfast table, he prepared and prepared, but he didn't say anything until he left. He looked at the time and calculated that he should arrive at the company and finish the regular meeting. , I should have some free time... I prepared again and again, and finally sent a message.

[Are you coming back for dinner tonight? ]

Usually, Zhuang Yunliu would tell him in advance at noon or afternoon, but this was the first time he took the initiative to ask. Zhuang Yunliu is a smart person, so he will definitely understand the meaning, the key depends on whether he pretends to understand.

Unlike in the past when she put her phone aside after sending a message, today Yan Lan has been holding her phone, keeping Zhuang Yunliu's dialogue box always on, watching the time go by, ready to reply at any time. It's a little stiff.

Five minutes later, the words "The other party is typing..." appeared on the top of the dialog box, Yan Lan's heart beat a little faster, and her face was a little hot.

After all, this was the first time he took the initiative to attack.

He is a very face-saving person, as long as the other party shows a little reluctance, as long as the other party hesitates, as long as the other party backs away even a little, he will immediately back away to a far, far away place.

"The other party is typing..." lasted for a while, and then disappeared, but there was no reply on the screen, which meant that Zhuang Yunliu typed a paragraph and then deleted it.

What did he hit?

And why delete it?

Yan Lan's fingers holding the phone moved, her heart pounded continuously, and she was more nervous than before.

A few minutes later, the bubbles of received messages appeared one after another, and finally Zhuang Yunliu's answer popped up on the screen——

[return. ]

[Today is the holiday, I just told them that they are not allowed to work overtime, those who have a date have a date, and those who do not have a date can go out to play. ]

Then it's gone.

Yan Lan frowned, her mood fluctuating.

What does this mean?Just mentioning it casually?

Not too possible.

Is that a tentative invitation?Or was it a playful thing to tease him on purpose?

Yan Lan rubbed her hair, she didn't expect that he was tangled up when the other party didn't speak, and he was even more tangled up when he finally spoke.

Hey, although Zhuang Yunliu has never been in a formal relationship, but his ability to deal with people is too high, it is easy to handle him.

Yan Lan walked around the house distraughtly for a few times, and finally decided to forget it, stop thinking about it, and don't care what Zhuang Yunliu meant, he let him do it, and he just followed the original plan. up.

He returned to the sofa and sat down frantically, and sent Zhuang Yun a message——

[There is one final test, after which I will be able to get my driver's license. ]

[Congratulations, a quick learner. ]

Zhuang Yunliu replied almost in seconds, it seems that now he has set aside a special time to chat for a while.

Yan Lan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and typed [I'll find you for a drag race next time] in the dialog box with a hint of slyness.

Sure enough, Zhuang Yunliu came to a standstill.

As expected, he changed the subject after a while——

[You do enjoy learning, so what are you going to learn after driving? ]

Yan Lan sat on the sofa holding the phone in both hands, raised her head and made a plan in her heart, and continued to bring the topic back——

[I also want to learn to drink. ]

Zhuang Yunliu paused again, probably confused by himself.

[… What is there to learn from drinking? ]

The corners of Yan Lan's mouth hooked deeper, and she typed: [Can't it?You said earlier that you would respect my choice. ]

Zhuang Yunliu sent a speechless expression.

[I'm talking about beneficial things, you can't do anything wrong, I'll follow suit. ]

[Just drinking isn't alcoholism, and is it misbehavior? ]

Yan Lan even bent her eyes now, and could even imagine what kind of helpless expression that guy would show if Zhuang Yunliu was right in front of her eyes.

[Okay, you can do whatever you want. ]

Six words of helplessness appeared on the screen, and Yan Lan thought that the foreshadowing was enough, so she began to use her trump card——

[However, there are many types of wine, and the way to drink them is also different. I don't know much about them. Please teach me when you have time.Oh yes, aren't you free tonight?Come have a drink with me tonight. ]

That's it.

Yan Lan put down her phone and walked to the restaurant, looked at the empty dining table, then turned her head to look at the living room, silently thinking about the arrangement for the evening.

But Zhuang Yunliu was completely dumb as he expected, and never replied.

……

Throughout the afternoon, Zhuang Yunliu was absent-minded.

It is undeniable that he was frightened by Yan Lan's last words, as if he was slapped in the face, a long paragraph of meaningless sentences that seemed to be thinking of where to say something went around, and when the last sentence was spoken, all logic is established.

It's just that he still can't confirm it.

What if you are self-indulgent?After all, Yanlan...

Kind of impossible.

It was like this until six o'clock in the afternoon, because he had said something first, and the employees of Huanxing went to the empty building very efficiently. He also wanted to leave quickly, but he was a little nervous, so that he subconsciously wanted to avoid meeting with Yan Lan See.

It wasn't until almost seven o'clock that he finally bit the bullet and left the company, drove his little Bentley, and struggled through the festive night traffic jams.

The neon lights were flickering and flowing, and Zhuang Yunliu put one hand on the car window. There were Valentine's Day decorations everywhere outside the window, and the color blocks were mottled and colorful. He rarely felt a very deep and indescribable emotion, as if the first time Resonating with these scenes for once, as if he, too, really needs something.

What do you need?

Coming home to a cooked meal soon?A bathroom with constant water temperature?An extremely comfortable bed?or...

Gradually leaving the impenetrable main urban area, on the way to the high-end residential area, there are fewer and fewer vehicles, the environment is getting quieter, and the speed of the cars is getting faster and faster. The hidden needs in Zhuang Yunliu's heart are becoming more and more obvious.

There was a chain convenience store on the side of the road, and he stopped the car by accident, and the moment he was about to open the door, he recited the content of the chat with Yan Lan during the day from beginning to end——

That's right, after an afternoon of struggling, he has now memorized it fluently.

Then without thinking too much, I got out of the car and walked straight into the convenience store, stood still in front of the cash register, and happily took a box of condoms from the shelf.

Just think of it as...be prepared.

It's okay if you don't need it, but if you don't have it when you should, it's really embarrassing and terrible.

……

Home.

Yan Lan sat at the well-arranged dining table, looked up at the abstract clock on the wall from time to time, wanted to send Zhuang Yunliu a message several times to ask him where he was, but finally gave up.

Zhuang Yunliu is a man of his word, and there will definitely be a big traffic jam tonight, so he should be patient.

Anyway, I have been anxious all day, and I don't care about this moment.

He tried to calm himself, sometimes recalling the tutorials he found online, and sometimes put his hands on the outside of his trouser pockets to make sure that everything that should be prepared was ready.

At eight o'clock, the door lock rang, the door opened and closed, the sound of changing shoes and footsteps came.

The end of the porch was taken away from the corner of the eye, and the shadow of Zhuang Yunliu's body fell ahead of time.

Yan Lan's heart involuntarily rose to her throat, and her face became uncontrollably hot.