Divorce contract: President please sign

In love with Mo Changan?

In fact, even if Shen Boyan heard Lin Zeyu's words, he might just laugh it off as ridiculous.

Looking at it now, that is simply impossible. The ideal types of Mo Changan and Shen Boyan are not on the same track at all. He likes gentle and graceful people, who don’t need to be particularly smart or capable, and who speak softly, a little cute and a little bit Playful, a woman who laughs when she is happy and cries when she is sad.It doesn't matter if you don't have to be particularly strong, or even a little weak.

And what about Mo Changan?Compared with being gentle and graceful, she is strong and cold, smart and capable, and her tone of voice always seems to be indifferent for thousands of years. Whether it is happy or sad, any emotion is good, it is difficult for you to see it on her face. It's not a big deal when it comes to the corresponding expression, just such a calm and composed face, as if the sky is falling in front of your eyes.

Except for that unbelievably pretty face, she was almost completely opposite to Shen Boyan's ideal type.Not to mention the word weak, she is the woman who will say to Shen Boyan after the two of them have had a good night, "We are evenly matched in terms of academic qualifications, we are evenly matched in terms of family background, but you are inferior to me in terms of means".

Strength is her endorsement word, and the word weakness probably never appeared in Mo Changan's dictionary, right?

Mo Changan didn't know this, when Shen Boyan entered the room, she was already asleep.

As soon as he went upstairs to the bedroom, what he saw was that the bedside night light was on and the dim yellow light cast a light shadow on the woman's beautiful face. The humidifier on the bedside table was emitting light white mist, and the woman was sleeping on the bed properly. half of the space, leaving the other half empty.

Inexplicably, Shen Boyan felt that looking at the half-empty bed next to her, he always felt that it was an invitation.

This damn woman.He finally calmed down, and now he seems to be reacting again.

Shen Boyan took a change of clothes, and was about to go into the bathroom to take a shower to calm down, but he just glanced sideways at the person on the bed who was sleeping soundly, frowned for a moment, turned around and left the room, went downstairs to the bathroom to start a shower .

When I went upstairs to go to sleep, I was stunned when I just walked in the door...

The woman on the bed was sleeping on half of the bed in a regular manner before, but now she is in a completely disorganized posture. The whole person almost draws a diagonal line on the bed, leaning on the bed, with one hand open to one side , looked more comfortable.

Shen Boyan frowned slightly, feeling a little helpless, but also, he must have just fallen asleep just now, so it was still a rule.

He suddenly remembered that he was sitting in the bedroom of the hotel suite in the morning, looking at the sleeping posture of the woman on the bed. After watching it for a long time, it seemed that it was not an honest sleeping posture at all, let alone Talk about elegant.

It is a very strong contrast with her usual image of being indifferent, calm, steady and self-sustaining. The sense of gap is as big as Everest to Mariala Trench.

Shen Boyan almost made careful calculations before choosing a suitable angle for going to bed. He sat on it first, stretched his long arms under her neck, and then put his other hand around her knees, gently hugged her, and moved her. Right position, then put it down gently.

Mo Changan didn't wake up, but it was like a conditioned reflex, once a person was picked up or any situation where his feet didn't touch the ground, he would subconsciously want to cling to a fulcrum.

So she put her little arms around Shen Boyan.

Shen Boyan frowned, after all, he didn't break free from her, so in the end the two of them fell asleep on the bed smoothly, with Mo Changan's arms around him and his head resting on his arm.

As for Shen Boyan, no matter what state he was in when he lay down, after falling asleep, the two figures on the bed looked like a married couple who were in love with each other and slept together.

Mo Changan slept very well, very warm, as if nestled on top of a warm electric blanket, and had no dreams until dawn.

When she woke up, she opened her eyes, and she looked fixedly in front of her eyes. If I'm not mistaken, it was a button on the checked cotton fabric. If I guessed right, it was Shen Boyan's pajamas.

Then by analogy, Mo Chang'an could deduce that he was in Shen Boyan's arms, and his eyes, which were still a little sleepy, suddenly widened, and the eyes were clear and clear.

My whole body stiffened, but I didn't dare to move.

He seemed to be still asleep, and his breathing was steady and long. Mo Changan didn't want to wake him up, but his heartbeat suddenly became faster, and his embrace was really warm.

So, is this what couples are?Is this... the benefit of being a couple?He said that there is no room or bed, so she can be hugged by him and sleep until dawn.

The corners of Chang'an's lips curled up slightly, and she was in a good mood. If possible, she didn't want to wake him up, and she didn't want to wake up, so she would just lie in his arms while he was still awake. , I am afraid it is also good, right?

It's just that the ups and downs of mood are obvious, those joys and slight nervousness are a phenomenon that pregnant women are prone to happen in the morning, and they react quickly.

Chang An raised his hand and gently pressed his chest, trying to suppress the overwhelming feeling of vomiting, and even tried so hard that his eye sockets were filled with liquid, but he still couldn't resist the body's conditioned reflex.

She hastily pulled his arms around her waist, got off the bed in a hurry, and rushed into the bathroom before she even had time to put on her shoes.

There was a piercing sound of vomiting.

The eyes of the man on the bed were as bright as stars slowly opened, his eyes were deep and deep, without any sleepiness when he woke up.

Hearing the loud sound of vomiting in the bathroom, Shen Boyan frowned tightly, got up from the bed, took the mobile phone on the bedside table, and dialed Qi Ming's number.

Qi Ming has already woken up, the special assistant is like this, he has to get up earlier than the boss and go to bed later than the boss.

"President Shen, what instructions do you have?"

"Bring me breakfast. By the way, please ask a nanny to come over for me. She is regular, clean hands and feet, and quick to do things. She must be able to arrive at work today." Shen Boyan ordered these few words lightly, his voice was still a little hoarse when he woke up in the morning, and his voice was low. Low volume is not loud.

So it's not difficult for Qi Ming to hear the faint sound of vomiting again and again, and couldn't help baring his teeth, and suggested, "Mr. Shen, my wife has such severe morning sickness, I have to buy some sour food for her Okay, how about I buy a cup of lemon tea later?"

Shen Boyan twitched his brows lightly, "I can't tell you're pretty good at it? Have you had experience?"

Qi Ming was embarrassed, "How can I, there is no chance if I devote myself to work, but I have a younger sister who is ten years younger than me. I was sensible when my mother was pregnant with her, so I probably remember some things. Bar."

The corners of Shen Boyan's lips twitched, "Okay, let's do as you want, and move faster."

After hanging up the phone, he walked towards the bathroom.

Mo Changan stood barefoot in front of the sink, his hair was disheveled, and he hadn't vomited anymore, and the sink was clean, but it was just a symptom of retching and nausea, and he couldn't vomit even after sleeping all night something came out.

She gently caressed her stomach with her hand, and said in a slightly weak voice, "Little Pudding, be good and don't make trouble. Mom has to work to make money, so I can buy you beautiful little clothes and skirts when you are born."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the deep and pleasant voice of the man at the door, "Little Pudding? What if it's my son?"