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Anyajie hiccupped, leaned on the chair and touched her plump stomach: "Are you two full?"

Song Ci and Aya stared at the two clean plates and the soup bowl with only a little soup left on the table, and nodded at the same time: "I'm full."

Anyajie immediately looked proud: "What did I say, three dishes for three people are just right, there is no waste at all."

Aya seemed to agree and nodded: "The Si family's ability to find a daughter-in-law like you is definitely the blessing of their Si family's previous life.

Song Ci held back his laughter beside him.

Anyajie automatically ignores Aya's overt compliments and undertones.

"What about you, does Yang Dazhuang's mother agree with you and Yang Dazhuang?"

"Heh." Aya sneered and leaned back on the chair, stroking her full stomach.

"As long as I can have children, my mother agrees with both hands. If I can't have children, it doesn't matter what kind of daughter I am."

"How the hell can you do this?" Song Ci looked annoyed.

Anyajie frowned: "What about Yang Dazhuang, what's his attitude?"

Aya smiled helplessly: "Of course he is on my side, and because of this he had a bad fight with his mother." In Aya's eyes, there was no joy of being protected, only deep sadness.

"The more he is like this, the more uncomfortable I feel. I don't want to cause any rift between him and his mother because of me."

Anyajie nodded: "This proves that Yang Dazhuang still loves you very much."

Aya twitched the corners of her mouth, bitterness flashed in her eyes: "Actually, I hate to be afraid, afraid that sooner or later his love will be wiped out by these trifles."

"When he gets tired of this kind of life, our love will come to an end."

Aya looked up at the void, her eyes full of sadness, Yang Dazhuang's love was too heavy, but she couldn't give him complete happiness.

Song Ci and Anyajie looked at each other, and both sighed helplessly.

Anyajie thought for a while, put her hands on the table and leaned over to Aya's side: "Actually, there are many ways to make Yang Dazhuang's mother accept you."

"You can use Yang Dazhuang to make a fuss, or you can use your stomach to perform bitter tricks, but..."

Aya smiled when she heard the words, how could she not understand the meaning of Anyajie's words, and she also knew Anyajie's concerns.

She said the following words for Anyajie: "It's just treating the symptoms, not the root cause. Even if his mother accepts me now, after a long time, I still haven't conceived a child."

"Fucking mother will still dislike me in the end, and then new contradictions will appear again."

At this moment, Song Ci also sat over and took Aya's hand: "Aya, don't be discouraged. The doctor just said that it is difficult for you to get pregnant again, but he didn't say that you can't get pregnant directly."

"So you may still be pregnant. You are so beautiful and kind-hearted. God will definitely open a window for you."

"You and Yang Dazhuang are still young, don't worry, there will definitely be children."

Anyajie nodded in agreement: "That's right, do more..."

As soon as this remark came out, Song Ci and Aya stared at her with wide eyes.

"Do more of what you like to do." Anya added without changing her face.

"Hehe..." The two were amused by Anyajie's words.

Song Ci pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Your joke is not funny at all."

"Then you're not laughing." Anyajie curled her lips.

Aya was amused and felt a little better.

When Anyajie went to pay the bill, she was told that their bill had already been settled. After thinking about it, Anyajie knew that Si Tianmu must have settled the bill for her, so she went out of the restaurant with her two girlfriends in a good mood.

After An Yajie returned home, she looked around, but she didn't see Si Tianmu, so she thought he hadn't come back yet, so she went upstairs to take a shower.

When she came out of the bathroom wiping her wet hair, she saw Si Tianmu just coming out of the study.

"You're home, I thought you hadn't come back yet."

Si Tianmu came over and put his arms around Anyajie, sniffed her neck, and said intoxicated, "You smell so sweet."

Anyajie tilted her head and pushed Si Tianmu: "You don't smell good at all, go take a shower."

"You despise me." Si Tianmu still hugged Anyajie without moving.

Anyajie laughed: "How can it be? You just helped me pay for a meal, and when I turn around, I despise you. Then I'm too unkind."

Si Tianmu laughed when he thought of the meal An Yajie had invited, "Are you sure all the people you invited are full?"

"Yes." Anyajie nodded seriously.

"The three of us have enough to eat, and nothing wasted."

Anyajie came out of Si Tianmu's arms: "Do you want me to fill the bath water for you?"

"No, I'll take a shower." Si Tianmu said while pinching Anya's clean and tender face.

After Si Tianmu came out of the shower, the two lay on the bed together. Anyajie took the initiative to come over, put her arms around Si Tianmu's waist, and pressed her face against his strong chest.

Listening to her strong heartbeat, Anyajie felt very relieved.

"What's wrong? You have something on your mind." Si Tianmu picked up Anyajie's blow-dried hair and played with it.

Anyajie rubbed her face against Si Tianmu's chest: "I think I am so happy now." Her voice was soft.

"I want everyone I care about to be happy."

Si Tianmu knew that Anyajie's sudden emotion should be related to Aya.

He rubbed his chin on the top of Anyajie's head and comforted her softly: "Yes, each of us will find our own happiness, but this happiness is a bit naughty, you have to be patient to find it."

Anyajie pursed her lips and nodded in Si Tianmu's arms.

Another year of winter is coming. Although the weather is cold, it can't stop people's joy. Winter is coming, and the festive Spring Festival is coming soon.

People are happily preparing new year's goods, and people who have worked hard for a year are also preparing to go home and reunite with their families.

A girlfriend also wants to bring someone into the house during the Chinese New Year. The family happily sits around the table eating hot dumplings, laughing and making noise together.

Yang Dazhuang drove to Aya's downstairs early, and the two made an appointment to eat hot pot together. Yang Dazhuang adjusted his handsome and stylish hairstyle in front of the endoscope, and straightened the tie around his neck.

Yang Dazhuang felt that since he got in touch with Aya, his temperament had improved a lot, so Yang Dazhuang grinned silly.

At this time, Aya came out from the corridor, and when she saw Yang Dazhuang's car, she walked over.

Yang Dazhuang saw that Aya was wearing a thick down jacket, a pair of winter slim-fit jeans, and a woolen hat on her head, with maroon curly hair hanging down her chest.

He looked at Aya who was still fashionable and beautiful, but felt very uncomfortable.

In previous winters, Aya liked to wear long boots, paired with short winter skirts and fashionable coats, fully showing her charm.

But ever since she knew that it was difficult for her to get pregnant again, she forced herself to change a lot. She must pay attention to keeping warm in winter, and insisted on drinking brown sugar water or clear tea every day.

Now she doesn't touch a drop of wine or coffee, and she doesn't even eat the liqueur chocolate she likes.

Yang Dazhuang felt distressed when he saw it, and every time he advised her that there was no need to change herself so deliberately, as long as she let nature take its course.

But every time Aya didn't care and said with a smile: "This kind of living habit is pretty good, she's already used to it."

Yang Dazhuang refused to listen to Aya's persuasion, so he had to follow her, but often took her out to eat delicious food.

Just as Yang Dazhuang was thinking about it, Aya had already opened the door and sat in.

She rubbed her hands and breathed out: "This winter seems to be very cold, I remember I was still wearing a skirt at this time before."

Yang Dazhuang turned on the heater in the car to the maximum, and took Aya's cold hands: "Come on, I'll warm you up."

He put Aya's hand in his big warm palm and rubbed it gently.

Aya smiled happily: "Why are your hands so warm?"

"It's specially warmed for you. As long as you are cold, you can come to my palm."

"Pfft!" Aya smiled and glared at Yang Dazhuang.

"Slick tongue." Aya withdrew her hand and turned to fasten her seat belt.

"What delicious food do you want to take me to eat today?"

"There's a new hot pot restaurant in Nancheng. I heard it's delicious. I've already reserved a place. Let's try something new."

"Hey, you take me to eat delicious food every day. I feel like I've gained weight. Look, my waist is full of meat." Aya said and stretched out her hand to pinch her waist.

"Where? Let me see." Yang Dazhuang freed his hand to pinch Aya's waist while driving.

"Giggle..." Aya laughed itchyly.

"Don't make trouble, drive hard, the road is slippery when it snows."

After Yang Dazhuang drove a certain distance, he put away the smirk on his face, and turned his head to look at Aya.

"Aya, would you like to come to my house for the holidays this year?"

Aya immediately put away the smile on her face: "I don't want it anymore, your mother will be unhappy."

"How can I, I told my mother, if she is not happy, I will go to your house."

"Da Zhuang." Aya turned her head and looked at Yang Dazhuang seriously.

"Don't always quarrel with your mother because of me, so that your mother will only dislike me even more. I don't want to make your mother and child always have trouble because of me."

"do you understand?"

Yang Dazhuang didn't speak, just kept looking ahead.

After a long while, he said: "No matter what, I will be with you. If my mother insists on not agreeing with us to be together, then I can only be an unfilial son."

"Da Zhuang." Aya looked at Yang Dazhuang, and suddenly her nose felt sore.

"Your love is too heavy, I can't bear it." Aya turned her head to the window, and tears rolled down her eyes in an instant.

"Hey..." Yang Dazhuang slammed on the brakes, and the car slid forward for a long way before stopping.

Aya leaned forward with inertia, and was brought back by the seat belt.

The following vehicle almost collided, and the driver cursed, but Yang Dazhuang ignored it.

He turned his head and looked at Aya seriously: "Aya, no matter what, please don't waver, okay? Otherwise, I will think my persistence is ridiculous."

Aya blinked her red eyes: "I never wanted to be shaken, I just didn't want you..."

Yang Dazhuang pulled Aya over and hugged her tightly: "As long as you don't waver, I have the courage to overcome all difficulties. No matter what problems you have, leave them to me, and I will solve everything."

Aya looked out the window weakly: "But the problem is with me, how do you solve it?"

Yang Dazhuang hugged Aya tightly: "Trust me, please leave it to me, and everything will be fine."

With tears in Aya's eyes, she stretched out her arms to hug Yang Dazhuang's back, and nodded with a choked tone: "Okay."

The snowflakes outside the window were floating cheerfully, and the two people in the car hugged each other tightly, and their hearts got closer and closer.

After Yang Dazhuang took Aya to eat, he sent Aya home, and then he drove back directly.

After he quarreled with his mother last time, Yang Dazhuang hasn't been home for a month.

He opened the trunk and took out a bunch of gifts, large and small.

After Yang Dazhuang entered the door, he saw his mother sitting on the sofa, watching TV with her head propped on one hand, but the TV was not turned on.

Seeing Shen Bixin's frown, Yang Dazhuang felt guilty. He was not a good son and always made his mum sad.