[Comprehensive British and American] 280 days of tragedy

The first two weeks of August passed in the blink of an eye.Ye An became more anxious and happier every day.Anxiety is because the time away from Professor Xavier's return is one step closer, and happiness continues.Since that day, when she felt the emotions of the fetus, she has fallen into a mood that is eager to show off to others, but she has kept Harry's physical condition a secret from others, except for those few people, no one knows, but When Ye An talked to them on the first day, those people unanimously blocked her, so she had no choice but to turn this impulse into action.

Harry saw Ye An drawing clothes for the baby more than once, and made several small dolls by hand, in different sizes. When she sat among the group of dolls, the large number almost buried her.

Every time he came back, if he couldn't find Ye An, she was basically in the nursery, with that damned black-haired baby.

This day too, she was making new dolls when Harry saw her in the nursery.

"install."

Ye An raised his head when he heard the voice, and saw Harry leaning against the door frame. He was still wearing a suit, and he seemed to have just returned from the company. During this time, he was busy rectifying the staff, and rarely came back so early when.

"Harry." She raised the doll in her hand and asked him, "Is this cute?"

He grabbed a handful of hair with his hands in a faint irritability, and the hair slipped from his fingertips: "Why are you doing this again?"

"I want to prepare early." Ye An said with a serious face: "After all, 28 weeks will pass soon."

Harry didn't tell her about the artificial womb, seeing Ye An so happy, his heart sank suddenly.He hasn't changed his mind so far, it's about using this child to treat illnesses.She had to find something to distract Ye An's attention, so she couldn't expect too much from this matter.

"I'd rather you spend time with me," Harry said bluntly.

Ye An put down the doll in his hand and smiled: "But I'm by your side right now."

"I mean, your attention." Harry grabbed what was in Ye An's hand and pulled her up. Ye An obediently followed his movements and got up, "I said before, I hope that when we are together , your attention, your heart, should be on me."

Ye An was taken aback: "But there is Asa here."

Harry: "..."

Ye An couldn't help laughing when he saw Harry's despairing expression on his face. She did it on purpose just now.

Seeing her laughing, Harry understood that she was deliberately teasing him just now, so he couldn't help showing a gloomy expression: "Are you kidding me?"

Ye An put on a restrained expression at first, trying to show that he didn't do it on purpose, but he failed after a few seconds.Can't stop laughing, it's really funny.In fact, after getting along with Harry during this period, Ye An has somewhat learned how to get along with others. After all, because of Harry's pregnancy, his temper has always been like a roller coaster. It would be too exaggerated if the next level has not improved.

His cold hands penetrated into Ye An's clothes, and Ye An stopped moving for a moment, staring at Harry with wide eyes.

Unconsciously, he moved his wrist slowly, rubbed dangerously on her back, and asked with a half-smile: "Do you want to continue laughing?"

Ye An immediately shook her head. If she dared to continue laughing, it would be very difficult to end after a while.

The difficult ending she refers to means literally. As the pregnancy progresses, Ye An has to escape very hard every morning. She is not a robot without emotions. This kind of thing will not feel nothing. Harry spares no effort every morning. If you hold her down, the two often have to go through a very long tug-of-war.

She would have preferred to sleep in a separate room, but Harry disagreed anyway.

After a while, the two of them finally reached an agreement, Harry was not allowed to attack her in the morning, and Ye An was not allowed to violate Harry's reasonable request.

Harry looked at Ye An's well-behaved appearance with satisfaction, and took his hand back, but quickly lowered his head and bit Ye An's mouth, and asked, "Make up."

He always has weird reasons, Ye An thought helplessly, but he couldn't find a reason to refute.

Seeing Ye An's sullen expression, Harry's mood immediately improved, and he asked, "I saw you cooking when I came back just now?"

"Oh, that's right." Ye An suddenly remembered that he had still boiled a pot of soup on the pot, and it should have been almost done after calculation. He originally wanted to bring it to Harry's company, but he came back early.

She ran downstairs in a hurry, and Harry followed her slowly. Before leaving, he saw Asa yawned a little, and then went back to sleep.

He stopped.

As time passed, Harry realized that the child's lips were actually similar to Ye An's, and standing in front of the crib, Harry reached out and poked his face.

Asa pouted, and waved his short hand. It could be seen that he was going to slap Harry's hand, but the clothes were too thick, and his elbow couldn't be bent at all. He could only accept Harry's rough poking in vain. move.

Harry withdrew his hand and looked at his fingers, were they still soft?I kind of understand why Ye An likes to kiss the baby's face so much.

He quickly realized what he was doing, clenched his fingers into fists coldly, frowned and quickly left the room, but the footsteps looked a little like running away.

When he returned to the kitchen, he saw Ye An turning off the fire.

There was a strong fragrance coming out of the cracks in the clay pot, and she guessed that the time was almost up, so she turned off the electric stove, picked up the heat-insulating gloves on one side, put the clay pot aside, and carefully lifted the lid.

The white mist overflowed with the aroma of the food, and the oily flowers turned into small dots floating on the water. Ye An took a chopstick and poked it, and it easily penetrated into the chicken.Well, enough is enough.

She made chicken fir mushroom soup, which was mainly for Harry's body. In the early stage, he couldn't drink oily things very much, but he liked it very much in the later stage.Just like he was not very used to Chinese food at first, but later he often asked for it. Ye An is not only good at cooking Chinese food, in fact she is good at a lot.Ye An has a good memory and can learn everything quickly. When he was at the Xavier Talent Academy, Professor Xavier and those bad friends liked to let Ye An learn the dishes he liked or wanted to eat. Then make it for them to eat.

Especially Professor Xavier, when Ye An just went to school, he liked the truffle foie gras in a certain restaurant, so he took Ye An to eat it directly.It’s okay to eat, but I read the chef’s memory and found the way to make it. When I returned to school, I gave Ye An the ingredients to make this dish.

Ye An almost wanted to call and ask Logan to take her back to China.

Fortunately, with the passage of time, Professor Xavier has become a lot more stable, and he rarely does such things.

She first added a little salt to the soup, then took out a small bowl from the cupboard, carefully took out some soup, and put a few pieces of chicken in it, the chicken was almost boiled, and it fell off with a light pick bone.

Harry opened the stool and sat down, looking through the kitchen glass at Ye An's earnest expression.

Her hair is loose, and she doesn't tie her hair up much when she's at home. In fact, it looks better when she hangs it down, but when she goes out, she will tie it into a ponytail for convenience.Her eyes are lowered, she is so focused that she can hardly see anything else, the skin is covered with mottled light, which has a transparent texture, which is very beautiful; she is slender and well-proportioned, and her large T-shirt makes her look younger, Asians have a magical age-blurring feature.

"Try it." Ye An walked to Harry with a small bowl in his hand. The kitchen was still a little far away from the dining table, but Ye An's walking posture was very stable. Maybe it was because she was proficient in martial arts. She walked lightly and steadily. Like a cat.

Thin strips of chicken and mushrooms are placed in the small white porcelain bowl, which looks very attractive against the stuffed slightly yellowish soup.

Harry stirred it with a spoon, scooped it up and took a sip.

She pulled out a chair and sat beside Harry, watched him take a sip, and asked with a smile, "Is it good?"

"It's delicious, what's in it besides the chicken? Mushrooms?" he asked.

"Collabia fungus." Ye An watched Harry take a few sips, planning to save some to send to Mr. Bernard later, "Su Rong brought it to me, she just happened to be on a business trip to China."

Speaking of Su Rong, Harry's hands paused, and quickly continued to stir the bowl, which was a little hot, "Su Rong is back?"

"Just came back." Ye An replied without noticing Harry's inappropriateness.

"So she's not going to take the baby?" Harry asked slowly.

Ye An was taken aback, he didn't expect Harry to bring up this topic, he hesitated a little, "I don't know either."

When she thought of returning the baby to Su Rong, she was still a little bit reluctant. He stayed here for a few weeks, and as the time spent together grew, Ye An would occasionally have a problem, and her future child might look like this Feel.Especially occasionally when Harry was in a good mood, he would be with the baby and listen to Ye An playing the piano. When they sat together, those identical eyes often made her dazzle.

"Listen, Ann." Harry reached out and grabbed Ye An's hand, forcing her gaze to him. "I know you like that baby, but he should stay with his biological parents."

This reason was enough to convince her that Harry was right, she couldn't keep him here just because she liked him, he should belong to his biological parents.

"I'll ask Su Rong." Ye An said with difficulty.

Harry hugged her into his arms and said, "It's okay, you still have me." After thinking for a while, he added reluctantly, "With our child."

Ye An nodded hastily, found an excuse and said, "I'll call Su Rong."

He watched Ye An's figure disappear into the stairwell, and continued to drink soup slowly.

Ye An went back to the room, picked up the phone, hesitated for a while, and still sent a text message to Su Rong.

Soon Su Rong replied to her: [I have some clues. It seems that a child was lost by the Inhuman Race some time ago. The leader of that race is also Chinese, and her husband is American. I plan to take the child to have a look. ]

Inhumans are also superpowers, mutants are genetic mutations of their own abilities, and Inhumans are mutations caused by mixing alien genes.

While holding the phone, Ye An felt a little lost, reluctant to part with Asa, and at the same time was happy that he might have found his parents. She sat down, put her palms on the table, and accidentally touched the papers on the edge of the table.

"Oops." Ye An hurriedly squatted down to tidy up the papers. Among the scattered papers, there were two papers that were particularly obvious. She remembered that Barry had indeed stuffed something into her papers that day. The child's stuff filled her head, but she forgot to see what Barry had stuffed into her thesis at the time.She pushed aside her homework and took out the two colorful sheets of paper.

It's an invitation card. It's a very famous restaurant. Ye An once heard from Barry that the red wine there is very good, but it's very difficult to locate.Ye An opened the card, and the date on it was September 9st.

It's not Monday, but she can't figure out why she should be invited to dinner on this day.

She called Barry on the way.

Soon Barry answered the phone.

"Ann, what's the matter?" Barry on the other end of the phone was a little out of breath.

"I won't disturb your work, will I?" Ye An asked hesitantly. Barry doesn't have a job now. Some time ago he was asked to leave by his Julian because of Catherine. Now he is working as a full-time Flash in Midtown Busy.

"No." Barry took a deep breath and calmed down, "I just finished running, and I'm still free now."

"You're in a state-of-the-art lab?" she asked.

"Yes." Barry glanced back, HR held up the coffee, and soon after he was found to be eavesdropping, he pretended to be busy, typing on the keyboard, but Barry knew that he didn't know how to use the computer, so he was helpless. Shaking his head, he walked to the corridor and continued with Ye An: "What can I do for you?"

"I found your invitation letter in the paper." She flipped through the invitation letter, and asked a little strangely: "Why did you suddenly give me the invitation letter? What's the matter?"

"Hmm..." Barry made two meaningless long sounds, and stammered, "No, it's nothing, it's just a sudden, you know, occasionally friends want to relax and chat or something."

Ye An noticed Barry's abnormality, and pointed out his unnaturalness very bluntly, "Barry, you know, you really can't lie."

"I didn't, I did." Barry sighed twice, "I don't know how to say it."

At this time, Ye An suddenly remembered that Barry seemed to be living with Iris, whom she had been secretly in love with since she was a child, and a very natural idea appeared in her mind, and she asked with some guesswork: "Could you not..."

"It's definitely not what you think."

"Propose to Iris."

The two spoke at the same time, and after a strange silence, the two spoke at the same time.

"what are you saying?"

"Isn't that what I thought it was?"

"No." Barry quickly reacted, and hastily explained: "That's it."

Ye An looked blank, so he asked what it was like: "Which one is it?"

"I plan to propose to Iris on that day." God, he was saying something, but the words had already been spoken, and he could only bite the bullet and continue: "I hope you can keep it a secret."

"Of course, I wish you well." Ye An interpreted all this as overjoyed confusion, and said sincerely, "You will be happy."

"You too," Barry said softly.

"Then I'll hang up first." She also had to tidy up her papers, which were already in a mess. Poor papers, they would suffer the fate of being scattered on the ground every once in a while.

"Wait." Barry stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Ye An asked strangely, "Is there anything else?"

"No...not anymore." Barry quickly changed his words, as if he was in a hurry, he quickly said, "I'm hanging up the phone."

With that said, the phone was hung up.

Ye An smiled into the phone, Barry was too nervous, even talking about this incident, he behaved abnormally.

Barry took a deep breath on the other end of the phone, HR poked his head out from the room, saw Barry turned his head, and asked in a low voice, "Calling behind our backs, wouldn't you..."

"It's not what you think, HR." Barry interrupted him helplessly: "It's Ye An."

"Oh——" HR nodded thoughtfully, and asked, "Is that your friend, the one on the headline?"

"Correct."

HR took a sip of coffee, stepped forward and patted Barry on the shoulder and said, "Why don't you tell her directly."

"If you tell her, she will directly choose that established destiny." Barry said helplessly: "She is that kind of person."

"Strange person." HR said with a smile: "I really want to meet her, maybe it will bring some ideas to my novel."

"You can try, she won't reject you." Chatting with HR seemed to give him a little strength, and he was still in the mood to joke: "But you have to be careful of her boyfriend, her boyfriend is a very dangerous man .”

HR raised her eyebrows, and when she was about to say something, Catherine walked over in a white lab robe, "What are you guys talking about?"

"It's nothing, some trivial matters." Barry said perfunctorily, "But you, are you busy?"

"It's about the black object that Ann gave me before. It's very strange. At the beginning, it just looked like a...inanimate object. Later, I found out that it was alive and had the characteristics of a parasite. " Catherine's expression was very serious, "I want to inform Ann, it's best to let her come and have a look."

Barry and HR looked at each other, and HR exclaimed relaxedly: "It seems that I can see her."

The author has something to say: The assembled table is so pitiful. I assembled it by myself for 6 hours. There is no sign on the board, and some of them have no holes and can only be twisted with brute force. My arm is sore and I want a dog belt (dead fisheye

September 9 does not mean Monday, but refers to Labor Day in the United States, which falls on the first Monday in September.