Quick Wear: My Wife Is Pregnant, The Childbirth System Holds Her Thigh

The man finished Song Yian's leftover rice in two or three bites.

Then he consciously put away the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. The whole movement was so smooth that it was impossible to make any mistakes.

If you really marry such a person, it's not impossible, Song Yi'an thought.

"An'an, can I stay with you tonight?"

Song Yian looked at the man standing next to her obediently. He was still wearing his daytime clothes, but he had just finished eating and took off his suit. At this time, there was a neatly ironed white shirt underneath.

He was still wearing a tie, and he looked like a polite scumbag.

But it has to be said that custom-made clothes fit a man's figure perfectly and fully expose his advantages.

The man's chest muscles were well-trained, and Song Yian reached out to touch them without thinking, and even pinched them playfully.

The attitude can be described as completely bad. Qi Yan, a boss who is usually vigorous and resolute in the workplace, is now acting like a bullied little daughter-in-law.

From his ears to his neck, the tall man, who was 9 meters tall, was trembling a little. Song Yi'an squeezed the muscles on the man's arms again. They were a little hard, but they were very full from training.

I have to say that such a man is indeed very capable of attracting women's attention, not to mention that the other party is rich, powerful and has a good temper.

"An An!"

The man couldn't help it anymore, so he reached out and grabbed a pair of small hands that were making trouble on his chest. Song Yian's one hand was controlled by the man's hand, and the other hand directly held up her butt.

He hugged the person completely in his arms, his movements were smooth and full of dominance.

Before Song Yi'an could react, the man kissed her on the lips.

"No~"

Next came the time when the two of them had a tacit understanding. Song Yian looked at her and Qi Yan immediately understood what it meant.

He was overjoyed and carried him to the room. Unfortunately, the room that the housekeeper had just cleaned today seemed to be dirty again.

After doing it once, Song Yian was a little tired. After all, she was forced to work overtime last night. If she did it again today, her waist would really be in danger.

"Enough, enough"

"No, it's not enough, An'an, the last time is the last time, okay? I'll be fine soon."

With a handsome face, even a slightly pitiful expression can make a woman easily forgive him, not to mention a handsome face like Qi Yan who is usually not easily subdued.

The man leaned into Song Yian's ear and said a few soft words, then he agreed in a daze.

It's a pity that she also paid a heavy price for this. When she got up the next day, her house was neatly packed, and the clothes that were originally thrown on the ground were gone.

She nestled in the man's arms, and the man held her waist domineeringly and pressed her head into his chest.

Even their legs were intertwined. Song Yian was a little out of breath from the man's hug, so he pushed her gently.

The person next to him opened his eyes immediately, but his voice was still a little hoarse and asked:

"Good morning, An'an, what's wrong?"

"Relax a little, I'm a little out of breath."

The man obeyed and relaxed his arms, but still didn't let go. His feet were playfully touching Song Yi'an's instep.

Song Yian didn't have any intention of struggling, and slightly reached to the side to get his mobile phone.

As soon as he opened it, what he saw was nine forty-seven, and Song Yian was so frightened that he sat up directly.

She lifted the quilt and wanted to go under the bed, but the man grabbed her back again.

"What are you doing? Let me go quickly. I'm going to work. It's hard to be perfect this month, but I've been able to persist for a long time."

"Continue to sleep for a while, An'an. Well, I already asked for leave for you this morning."

Song Yian breathed a sigh of relief, but then thought, how could the supervisor give her a leave so easily with his picky temper?

"Why did you ask for leave for me?"

The man was still a little confused, so he grabbed Song Yi'an's hand and gave it a sticky kiss, with smiles and satisfaction in his eyes.

"I told your general manager, he should find a way to deal with it on his own, you don't have to be afraid."

Song Yian was finally relieved and went back to bed. Since he finally succeeded in getting a leave, he could still get some sleep.

She directly nestled in the man's arms and closed her eyes again to prepare for sleep. Unfortunately, the man didn't give her this chance. After all, it was morning, a time when it was difficult to vent her energy.

When the warmth came from his thigh, Song Yi'an felt bad, but unfortunately it was too late. The man launched a new round of offensive, but Song Yi'an couldn't resist and was defeated.

At noon, Song Yi'an was dressed in clothes by a man and carried to the sofa. There was a knock on the door. Qi Yan was wearing a long pink T-shirt that Song Yi'an had bought one size larger.

But it still looked like a tights on him. When the assistant opened the door, he saw that he, who was originally a majestic and busy CEO, was now wearing a childish pink T-shirt with the image of a beautiful girl printed on it.

My entire worldview has collapsed. This morning, the president called me specifically, but he actually didn't come to work to explain something to him.

As a result, I was asked to come over to deliver food at noon. I could only say that the assistant had no rights, just like moving a brick wherever it was needed.

"President, here are the clothes you asked for, and the lunch just packed from Weiyan."

"Well, thank you for your hard work. I'll give you an extra month's salary at the end of the year."

When the assistant heard this, he was all excited. He despised himself for complaining in his heart just now. Such a president is really great. I hope the president can always fall in love.

Keep a good mood and the working life of migrant workers will be smoother.

Qi Yan came in with a bag of clothes and a food box. Song Yi'an was lying on the small sofa in a daze and almost fell asleep. She had just been washed by a man.

The whole person was lying on the sofa as if he had no bones, which could be described as very decadent.

"Hey, it's really a food box."

"Well, of course I won't lie to you."

The man placed the dishes on the table one by one, opened the bag of clothes, and started changing clothes in front of Song Yi'an without thinking.

It was so unscrupulous that anyone else would have called him a gangster. Unfortunately, Song Yi'an was a female gangster herself, and she was still trying to sleep in a daze.

As a result, such an exciting scene caught my eye, and I immediately felt no longer sleepy.

Looking the man up and down with his big eyes open, Qi Yan felt inexplicably shy. He had just finally mustered up the courage to change his clothes in front of him to seduce him.

In the end, he was embarrassed by the other party's eyes. As expected, he was still too thin-skinned.

"You're in good shape."

Song Yi'an praised him, then opened his chopsticks and took a bite of food. Don't tell me that this man's beauty is enough to eat.

"Thank you for the compliment, An An."