Pregnant with the child of the entertainment industry tyrant

Zhuang Yunliu leaned against the corner of the couch, hugging Yan Lan from behind.Yan Lan leaned against his chest, with one arm around his waist, her face covered by most of her hair was buried deep in his embrace, her exposed earlobes and a little bit of her cheeks were slightly red.

He didn't move for a long time, Zhuang Yunliu was not in a hurry, he lowered his head and rested his chin on the top of his hairy head, countless thoughts intertwined in his mind.

Zhang Yinan analyzed his fragile and tenacious, timid and proud character at the beginning, and his thoughts entangled between reason and emotion, self-discipline and desire when he asked the doctor not long ago, plus this moment...

Zhuang Yunliu finally fully understands that Yan Lan is actually a child deep in her heart and needs guidance and care.

If he does, he will display a childlike sweetness, a childlike wholehearted trust in return, and occasionally a childlike unreasonable and violent temper tantrum.

This is fun.

At dusk, the lights were not turned on in the house, and the red glow that penetrated through the floor-to-ceiling windows brought the room full of laziness, and there was still warmth in the bodies of the two embracing each other.

Zhuang Yunliu put the faded trousers on Yan Lan's waist, and asked softly, "Are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Yan Lan pressed Zhuang Yunliu's chest with the bridge of her nose, and shook her head very lightly after a while.

"Are you hungry? Eat cake?"

Yan Lan shook her head very lightly again.

"Then... go wash it?"

Yan Lan still shook her head, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "It's all wiped off."

Zhuang Yunliu smiled, and said helplessly, "You can't just lie here forever."

After the words fell, Yan Lan's fingers clenched the clothes on his back, and he understood.

Yan Lan was already shadowed about this matter, with a proud personality. In the past few days, the pressure has doubled because of the sudden increase in desire.

That's why he chose to take medicine and drink on Valentine's Day.

I didn't bother to understand it at all, and accused him loudly the next day, he...

He was willing to give his body to himself, and put in all the hard work to conceive his child, but what he received was the anger that covered his head and face.

Thinking about it again, Zhuang Yunliu's heart almost broke.

He held Yan Lan's head and wanted to dig her out of his arms, but Yan Lan really started to resist, so he lowered his head and approached him patiently: "Get up and change clothes, or you will catch a cold easily, it's getting dark, now day and night The temperature difference is huge and cannot be taken lightly.”

Covering the highest part of Yanlan's belly with his palm, he said again: "Be obedient, you are a father, you must set a good example for the baby."

Yanlan: ...

What Zhuang Yunliu said made sense, he did feel that the hot sweat on his body was dissipating bit by bit, but...

"Then go away." He said sullenly.

Zhuang Yunliu was startled, and sighed: "Of course I can go away, but we won't see each other again, Lanlan, calm down and don't take this matter too seriously."

"How can we not take it seriously..."

While talking, Zhuang Yunliu pushed vigorously, Yan Lan followed him passively, sat up and lowered her head, and asked after a while, "Am I being hypocritical?"

Zhuang Yunliu rubbed his head: "No, you're just not used to it, just do it a few more times."

Yan Lan's brows and eyes, covered by her bangs, slightly twisted.

Such rogue words, yet so reasonable.

"I want to be alone for a while," he whispered.

"Okay." Zhuang Yunliu stood up from the sofa and stretched, "But we still have to eat dinner."

"Then eat the cake." Yan Lan paused for a moment, and said even more embarrassedly, "Make another vegetable soup that you made that day."

Zhuang Yunliu's eyes lit up.

Yan Lan remembered his vegetable soup, Yan Lan liked it!

Immediately full of strength, he said, "Okay! I'll do it now!"

"Hey!" Yan Lan stopped him, finally raised her eyes and glanced at him quickly, then turned to look at the crutches thrown on the ground, "Are your legs okay?"

"It's okay." Zhuang Yunliu said very lightly, "I have strength."

After he finished speaking, he left, Yan Lan sat on the sofa, and silently added in her heart: and means.

While Zhuang Yunliu was washing his hands and cooking, Yan Lan moved back to the bedroom, changed into her home clothes, and lay on her side on the bed to sort out her mood.

He was very comfortable just now, and the depression of the past few days has been swept away. He must admit that he needs such a release, and must thank Zhuang Yunliu for pushing him.

Zhuang Yunliu also said that he wanted him to experience the feeling of being pursued unilaterally, which moved him very much.

He felt more and more that Zhuang Yunliu knew him very well, even better than himself——

Now...he doesn't hate Zhuang Yunliu anymore, but the progress bar hasn't finished yet, he doesn't know whether it takes time or a special node to complete it, he feels guilty for Zhuang Yunliu.

But when he was still stuck in these emotions and couldn't clearly understand them, Zhuang Yunliu had already easily resolved them.

Zhuang Yunliu was also very measured.

Just helping him, touching him, comforting him, without showing any further intentions, but in fact, how could he not want to?

But he still controlled reason and emotion, and their relationship at the most accurate and appropriate stage.

He is very strong now, but he is extremely weak.

Blame the little guy in the stomach.

Pregnancy, especially the third trimester, has changed his body and mind too much.

He bowed slightly, put his hands on his stomach, and subconsciously asked——

"Baby, do you like... Let him be your father too?"

After posting for a while, Yan Lan picked up her phone and opened the hot search after a long time, as if she was caught off guard, and it seemed that she saw Zhuang Yunliu's name in the first place as it should be.

#庄云流改头#.

Dazed and curious, I went in. The first one was a work post posted by Zhuang Yunliu a long time ago, and now it was pushed up by a large number of browsing and comments in an instant.

It turned out that the head portrait of the work photo in a suit and leather shoes turned into a word art picture.

The background is beautiful and the main color is a shimmering blue.

The artistic word is two English letters. Although it is written in a flowery and continuous manner, it can still be seen at a glance that it is a y and an l.

... Banquet Blue.

Of course, it can also be cloud flow.

This is Boss Zhuang's vigilance. He obviously felt very happy in his heart, but he didn't admit anything. He could even bite back and say that those who guessed were just being sentimental.

Just so capricious.

Yan Lan, who was used to not paying attention to public opinion, slid down the page, and sure enough, "Prosperity" came as Mr. Zhuang wished.

At the same time, Zhuang Yunliu sent a message——

[The meal is ready, let's eat. ]

I'm really busy.

And the WeChat avatar was changed to the same one.

Yan Lan reluctantly replied [oh], and stayed on the bed for another 2 minutes before getting up to go to the restaurant.

He wouldn't bring up the matter of the avatar, so he pretended he didn't know and didn't care, and let Zhuang Yunliu scratch it.

Yan Lan ate in silence, Zhuang Yunliu also ate his own food, and occasionally checked his phone to reply to messages.

The dinner was simple, and Yan Lan finished it quickly. Zhuang Yunliu was faster than him, but because he was entangled in things and kept pressing his phone, he put the empty bowl away.

Yan Lan stood up habitually to tidy up.

Without raising his eyes, Zhuang Yunliu stretched out his hand into the void to block it, and said, "Don't move."

Feast blue meal.

Zhuang Yunliu still lowered his head: "Go and rest, I'll wash it later."

In fact, it's just put in the dishwasher, even if it's hand-washed, it doesn't take much effort at all, even if Yan Lan is going to give birth tomorrow, he still does it today, of course he knows that Zhuang Yunliu just wants to take care of him.

... let him.

What's more, he looks very busy, and there is no need to distract him because of these petty fights.

Yan Lan put down the bowls and chopsticks, stretched her aching waist, walked to the French window and stood watching the night view to digest her food.

Then, without knowing what was going on, he took out his phone and took a selfie for the first time.

Because of the needs of work, taking pictures is commonplace for him, but to be honest, he has no special preference for taking pictures, and he hardly takes selfies.

Now on a whim, he raised his phone up, adjusted his posture and angle by taking advantage of the light and shadow by the window, took a picture for a while, and then sat down in front of the piano to explore new scenes.

In the end, he took more than 20 photos. He looked at them one by one and selected the one he liked the most——

He is lying on the piano cover, with soft hair, clear makeup, bright eyes, and well-defined eyebrows with just the right shade, beautiful and full of heroism; the background is a part of the grand piano, the body is only above the shoulders, not to mention the stomach is invisible, I can't even see clearly if I'm wearing home clothes.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Lan looked up and saw that Zhuang Yunliu was standing with his hands on the piano, leaning on one crutch. He couldn't help but sigh that he was so focused just now that he didn't even notice someone was coming.

"Do you think my face is swollen?" He handed the phone to Zhuang Yunliu.

Swelling is common in late pregnancy, and he is a little uncertain about his current state.

"Yo, I'm taking pictures." Zhuang Yunliu said with a smile.

As long as it is about Yan Lan, no matter how big or small it is, it is important and urgent. Mr. Zhuang carefully observed the photo, zoomed in with two fingers after a while, and finally said: "It's not swollen."

"Really?"

"Really. You can't tell that you're pregnant at all except your belly."

Yan Lan was completely relieved, but when she looked down, her stomach was almost touching the piano, she was a little worried for a moment, and said in a low voice: "How dare there be other places, one stomach is enough for me."

Zhuang Yunliu was stunned, feeling a little sore in his heart, even though he really wanted to coax Yan Lan, but his back hurts when he stood up and talking, and he was not the one who was pregnant, so even if he talked extravagantly, he still couldn't help Yan Lan lessen her hardship.

Thinking of this, he felt even more uncomfortable, and said, "Sorry."

Yan Lan was also startled, lowered her eyes and whispered, "Forget it, that's what I wanted."

"I want it too." Zhuang Yunliu's tone was very firm.

Yan Lan raised her head, only to see Zhuang Yunliu smiling confidently, and unexpectedly shook him again.

"The photo is so beautiful, I will help you add a filter to add a sense of atmosphere."

Zhuang Yunliu skipped over this heavy topic, and used his talent as a literary youth to operate the phone for a while before returning it to Yan Lan.

Yan Lan looked at it and sure enough, the filter added was not heavy, but the real time could not be seen, the color tone produced a sense of film, and his skin appeared more textured.

"Do you like it?" Zhuang Yunliu asked confidently.

Yan Lan smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhuang's aesthetics are very advanced."

Look, I just don't want to simply say I like it.

Zhuang Yunliu raised his eyebrows pretending to be reproachful, and then looked at Yan Lan intently, emphasizing in this way and meaning: "Of course my aesthetics is very advanced."

Yan Lan's heart skipped a beat.

The next second, Zhuang Yunliu's big hand rubbed the top of his head again.

"I'm going to have a meeting now. The fruits are washed and put on the dining table. Go and eat them. Call me if you need anything."

Zhuang Yunliu turned around and left on a single crutch, his pace was naturally much faster than before.

In the past few days, the rehabilitation teacher came to the door twice, and each time Yan Lan hid in the house and did not watch their training, but from the results, it can be seen that Zhuang Yunliu stopped being fooled, and he really paid attention to it. Nature will recover quickly.

A capable person like him, as long as he puts his mind to it, there is nothing he cannot do.

Yan Lan turned her head, swiped her phone back and forth, and compared the two selfies taken before and after the filter was added.

He is still him, but with Zhuang Yunliu's intervention, he seems to be more three-dimensional, more vigorous and energetic.

Crazy

Who says the boss doesn't fish when he goes to work?

Zhuang Yunliu swiped his phone while having a video conference.

He has already told the public relations department that as long as there is no slander and rumors on the Internet, other speculations are up to them.

Anyway, they were guessing about him and Yan Lan, and he was afraid that he hadn't guessed enough.

But I don't know if Yan Lan saw it.

Yanlan seems to rarely check Weibo recently, and the last endorsement advertisement was posted with the help of the staff.

Zhuang Yunliu used two things at once, his hands kept sliding where the camera couldn't see.

Suddenly, as soon as the page was refreshed, the volume of the deliberately lowered bubble sounded, and the real and lively Yanlan appeared.

"How are you all?

Let me start by saying, I'm fine. "

These two simple sentences have exhausted countless experiences, and the word "very good" at the end gave Zhuang Yunliu a huge reassurance.

I'm happy with the status quo.

Life is good with you.

Zhuang Yunliu interpreted it like this without hesitation.

And what made his blood pulse even more instantly was the picture that Yan Lan gave to the two sentences——

He had just added a filter to the selfie, and the profile picture was changed to this.

Separated and obscured, only the two of them can understand the ambiguous synchronization, like a blind date between skins separated by a layer of veil, Zhuang Yunliu's mouth was dry quickly, and the soul buried in the deepest part was indescribably moved.