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

After the two of them finished eating, Qi Yan did not rush to deal with the work. Instead, he went to the washing machine on the small balcony to take out yesterday's dirty clothes and hang them to dry.

Song Yi'an glanced casually and saw his underwear on the clothes drying pole.

Finally feeling a little shy like a normal woman, she licked her lips and her voice became a little abnormal.

"When did you wash these clothes?"

Qi Yan was drying Song Yi'an's coat at this time. He thought she was talking about the coat, so he spoke directly.

"I stuffed it into the washing machine yesterday when I was cleaning it for you. I just happened to hang it up when I got up today."

Song Yi'an didn't respond. He didn't know how to raise his question?

Qi Yan then turned around and followed the little girl's gaze to the top of the clothes drying pole.

Then he saw two pieces of Morandi green close-fitting clothes. He finally reacted, scratched his head and opened his mouth to explain.

"Just, didn't you just sleep? I just thought it was dirty, so I might as well wash it for you."

"Did you wash it yourself?"

The man nodded, this time he was really blushing from beginning to end.

Song Yian didn't know what to say. The two looked at each other without embarrassment, but they were yelling in the system space.

"Wow, the host, this lucky person, is simply a pervert. He actually, he actually..."

The little system didn't know what to say, and the little hairy dumpling was spinning around in the system.

"I didn't say anything, why are you anxious?"

Song Yi'an crossed his arms and looked at the underwear hanging on the clothes drying rack, silently giving the man another point in his heart.

"Well done."

A simple compliment made Qi Yan want to find a table and get in there, calm down.

This was also the first time that he washed other people's clothes other than his own. It was quite difficult when washing. He carefully identified the laundry detergent before taking the special bottle.

"I've asked An An for a day off. Does An An want to go out on a date with me?"

Song Yi'an crossed his legs on the sofa with the computer in front of him. He took his glasses from the side cabinet and put them on.

Hearing the man ask this question, I refused without even thinking about it. Last night was wasted. If I hadn't had the money to do it, I had already set the time in advance, otherwise I would definitely run away with full attendance this month.

Don’t forget about perfect attendance at the company, well, perfect attendance at the book is a must.

After posting the manuscript yesterday, I could only write down the words today. I also wrote a chapter on benefits, which made the little fans below scream with excitement.

"I don't want to go out. I owed a debt yesterday and I have to pay it back today. As the boss of such a big company, why don't you go to work?"

Qi Yan finished drying his clothes and settled back on the sofa, holding him in his arms.

"You have already said that I am the boss. Whether the boss wants to go to work or not does not all depend on his mood. The company will not stop operating if I miss him for a day, and they will not miss a day of salary."

As Qi Yan spoke, he gently massaged the little girl's waist. The strength was very appropriate. Song Yian was being squeezed while writing a novel. The man's embrace was warming, making her a little drowsy.

After finally typing the last word and clicking save, Ms. Song Yi'an Zhou didn't resist and fell directly into the man's arms and fell asleep.

Qi Yan glanced at the literary works on the computer, secretly wrote down the names, and then gently closed the computer.

When Song Yi'an opened his eyes again, the sunlight hitting the window was slightly yellow, with a little shadow through the beige curtains.

The curtains in the rental house were left by the previous customer, who must also be a girl. However, unfortunately, the curtains are light-transmissive and can only play a role in aesthetics and cannot block light.

Song Yi'an didn't care much about this. What his lover left behind was wealth.

She sat up from the bed. There was a glass of water on the bedside table next to her. Song Yian took the water and moistened her dry throat.

There is a small sticky note attached to the water glass, which is a man's sharp note. The ups and downs of the strokes are sharp, like a sharp knife being drawn out of its sheath.

A man who looks a bit silly and naive, but his handwriting is quite aggressive.

"An'an, there is an emergency at the company. I have to deal with it. I made some wontons and put them in the refrigerator in the kitchen. You can take them if you want to eat them.

There are still a lot of vegetables left from the food I bought yesterday. If you cook by yourself, remember to be careful not to get hurt. And the most important thing is, remember to wear slippers when you get out of bed, and remember to soak your feet before going to bed. If the matter is resolved quickly, I will come back.

If there is some trouble, there is a high probability that you will not come. "

Song Yi'an tore off the sticky note, randomly found a book from the side and pressed it inside. This bastard was really considerate.

There were plush slippers beside the bed. Song Yian stepped on the slippers and came to the kitchen, opening the door of the freezer below.

Sure enough, there were small wontons neatly arranged and a lot of dumplings wrapped beside them. Unfortunately, the refrigerator was a bit small, so the man probably tried his best to add a little more space to put things in it.

Song Yian took out his mobile phone and took a picture, then sent it to the man.

"It looks delicious, let's have this tonight."

I also clicked on a playful emoticon - Minions showing their hearts.

The atmosphere on the other side was not so harmonious at all. Qi Yan looked at the people in front of him who were bowing their heads and scolded each one one by one.

The middle-aged men who were older than Qi Yan also lowered their heads.

"Can't you see such an obvious trap? The position is too high and it confuses your eyes, right?

But as soon as I climbed up a little, I couldn't wait to do something big for myself.

The old man wanted you to work hard without any merit before joining the group, so he kept you until now. What does it mean now? Eager for quick success.

Wherever there is a pie falling from the sky, you are so stupid that you rush to pick it up. How did you climb up? You keep your mind at home and don’t take it out to work, right? "

The man didn't look shy or silly in front of Song Yi'an at all. His eyes were sharp, as if he had been stripped naked at one glance, leaving no privacy.

A special notification sound came from the phone. Qi Yan stopped cursing, looked at a few more people, and asked his assistant to send them away.

"If you can't fill this hole, then you have no choice but to resign. The old man and I have done our best to be kind and righteous."

Qi Yan rubbed his eyebrows, sat back on the office chair, and opened the message. It was a small yellow potato showing his affection to him.

He usually doesn't pay attention to these things, but at this time he was particularly happy because of a small emoticon.

It's a comparison of feelings. Does that mean that she is indeed very hopeful? She is already comparing her feelings to herself, right? Just showing love?

Men are very capable of self-defeating and brainwash themselves very quickly.

Song Yi'an probably didn't expect that he just sent an emoticon expressing happiness, and it would be interpreted in infinite ways by the other party.