After being pregnant with the baby of the president next door [Transmigration Book]

Cheng Yiqin was taken aback, he seemed very uncomfortable, struggling to get up, but was firmly held in his arms by Chu Yiyang.

"What are you doing..." Feeling the man's breath hit his neck, Cheng Yiqin shrank his neck almost imperceptibly.

Chu Yiyang's actions made him feel itchy all over his body, and the blood in his chest quickly rushed up to his brain.

"Why not, I just want to hug you." Burying his face into Cheng Yiqin's soft black hair, the tip of Chu Yiyang's nose was filled with the faint fragrance of shampoo, which smelled very good, and he couldn't help sniffing again, Then he said, "Holding you like this is much more comfortable than leaning on a pillow."

After Cheng Yiqin listened nervously to what Chu Yiyang said, he clenched his hands into fists and didn't know where to put them. After hesitating for a while, he put his palms on his knees, and his fingers were hanging in the air.

The atmosphere in the study was quiet and mixed with some ambiguity, Cheng Yiqin froze, and he didn't know how long he kept the current movement.

He was wearing that pajamas, with only a jacket casually draped over it, the zipper was not pulled up, and the hem of the clothes on both sides hung loosely.

At this moment, a pair of hands suddenly got into his clothes, and the first thought that popped into his mind when touching his skin was that the hands were slightly warm and the palms were big.

After reaching out to his flat stomach, the hand stopped groping, and only lightly covered it with a wide palm.

Cheng Yiqin held his breath, waiting for the hand to move on his skin.

But ten seconds later, he didn't wait for his palm to wander away, but he heard Chu Yiyang's deep and magnetic voice suddenly ringing in his ears.

"Why don't you breathe, do you want to suffocate yourself to death?" The heat hit Cheng Yiqin's ear, and the wet feeling made Cheng Yiqin swallow a mouthful of saliva, and then began to pant slightly.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to touch our child." Seeing that Cheng Yiqin was in a daze and didn't know what his intentions were, Chu Yiyang finally explained.

So it turned out that Cheng Yiqin couldn't maintain his rational mind just now, and thought that Chu Yiyang was going to have a series of "interactions" with him in the study, it seemed that he was really thinking too much.

Cheng Yiqin, Cheng Yiqin, why is your mind full of yellow trash?He questioned himself in his heart.

"Then do you feel anything?" Cheng Yiqin asked.

"Nothing at all."

He dared to feel there for a long time, but he didn't feel anything except eating his own tofu a few times.But Chu Yiyang's tone was so calm that Cheng Yiqin felt that his actions were definitely intentional.

——He clearly wanted to touch himself, but he didn't admit it.

"Then hurry up and work, it's only been a month or so, let's touch it later." Cheng Yiqin tried to get up after he finished speaking anxiously, but Chu Yiyang refused to let go of his hands.

After a while, Chu Yiyang finally let go of Cheng Yiqin, who left the study after reminding him to drink more hot water.

The temperature in Cheng Yiqin's arms just now seemed to have not dissipated, Chu Yiyang glanced at the steaming cup of white tea on the table, leaned slightly on the two soft and comfortable pillows, and continued to concentrate on his work.

At noon, Cheng Yiqin prepared the food and asked Chu Yiyang to come down to eat. Chu Yiyang quickly went downstairs, and after washing his hands, he opened the chair and sat down, took the chopsticks and prepared to start.

A sequence of movements is so fluid it seems to have become a habit.

As in the past, the two of them mainly eat, supplemented by "bickering".

As for the so-called "quarrel" between the two of them, it seemed that Cheng Yiqin always won in the end, but in fact Chu Yiyang was just pampering him.

Cheng Yiqin seemed to be aware of this too, and although he was still proud on his lips, he was also moved a little bit in his heart.

"What date do you want to set for our wedding?" Cheng Yiqin, who was secretly moved, suddenly heard such a sentence from Chu Yiyang.

"Any day is fine, you decide."

"How about the end of next month?" In fact, Chu Yiyang had already planned his life, but he realized that maybe he should listen to Cheng Yiqin's thoughts.

He stretched out his sword eyebrows, staring straight at the person in front of him, waiting for that person's answer.

"Okay." Cheng Yiqin showed an "I believe in you" look in his eyes, and entrusted Chu Yiyang with full authority over this important wedding.

And all he can do is to send him intimate comfort when Chu Yiyang is tired.

In the afternoon, Li Cheng Yiqin watched the animation for a long time again, changing from the sitting position at the beginning to lying on his side to watch, how comfortable it is, of course, it is not too exaggerated.

When Chu Yiyang finished handling things and came downstairs, the clip of Tom being hit by the piano was playing on the TV.

Seeing him being crushed by the piano, Chu Yiyang couldn't help frowning slightly, wondering what kind of animation this is.

Walking to the sofa, Chu Yiyang discovered that Cheng Yiqin had fallen asleep on the sofa at some point, with his head resting on the remaining pillow, his right arm hanging down by the sofa, and his fingertips pointing down.

The navy blue blanket was folded well and placed on the loveseat beside him, Chu Yiyang felt helpless, and once again sighed in his heart that Cheng Yiqin was a fool, don't you know how to cover him with a blanket when you sleep, what should you do if you catch a cold?

Walking in front of Cheng Yiqin, Chu Yiyang bent down and stared at his cute sleeping face for a long time.

Cheng Yiqin slept deeply, breathing evenly, didn't feel the presence of the person in front of him at all, and even smacked his lips subconsciously, as if he tasted something delicious in his sleep again.

"You say you're a foodie, but you still don't admit it. Do I have to record this video for you?" Chu Yiyang tilted his head slightly, but he didn't take out his mobile phone or any electronic products that can record videos.

He was not someone who would do such a thing, and his words were just to frighten Cheng Yiqin.

Of course, scaring doesn't work.

After staring at Cheng Yiqin quietly for a while, a faint smile finally appeared on Chu Yiyang's expressionless face.

The next moment, he carefully hugged Cheng Yiqin across his arms, and let this sleeping, well-behaved person lean against his arms, so that he could sleep more peacefully.

Perhaps because he had found a sense of security, Cheng Yiqin subconsciously rubbed his head against Chu Yiyang's chest, slightly pursed his thin lips, and stopped moving after a while, only clinging to Chu Yiyang with peace of mind. He smacked his lips again.

This sudden move successfully stunned Chu Yiyang for a second, then he raised his head, hugged the sleeping Cheng Yiqin and walked upstairs slowly.

The smile was well hidden in his eyes, except for the faint smile on the corner of his lips.

The author has something to say:

Thank you Yuzhu Xiaosheng, Shao Zhuangzhu for waking up, and the mines that destroy the three little angels!

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