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

No one understood her inner collapse at this time. The miserable college student who had just graduated needed to close herself off.

Song Yi'an felt that the little girl was about to fade standing there.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the man next to him, signaling for him to comfort him, but instead he was stopped by his shoulder.

"Leave her alone, she will adjust soon. An An's two today...well."

Song Yian quickly blocked the man's mouth and glared at him fiercely. In public, there are still people around, so pay attention to the impact.

"Shut up and tell us what happened when you go home."

"Okay, An'an."

Song Yian put down his hands and adjusted his sitting posture before he noticed a pair of eyes staring closely at him in the rearview mirror.

The little girl looked away quickly as if she was caught, but she just saw a kind of passion in the other person's eyes.

Luo Shiyi was already shouting and singing loudly in her heart. It was very good. She was now a cp fan of her second brother and her second sister-in-law. Although she couldn't touch her second sister-in-law's hand, it was still okay to give it a kiss.

Ah, the interaction between real boyfriend and girlfriend is sweet.

Song Yi'an thought to himself that this little girl really changed her mood very quickly.

The car soon arrived at the door of the Luo family villa. Although the little girl was reluctant to leave, she was still cruelly left behind by her second brother.

Luo Shiyi stomped her feet very dissatisfied. How could such a beautiful second sister-in-law be acquired by such a cold man like her second brother? Forget it, just give it a little kick.

When the car stopped at Wangshuiwan, Song Yian realized something was wrong. It turned out that the road just now was not the way back to his home.

"This is my wish today. An An can sleep here with me today."

Since Song Yian had promised the other party, he would not regret it. He nodded and followed the man into the house.

The house is still the same as last time, but a lot of other gadgets have been added.

The fluffy white bunny slippers, and a large handful of white platycodon flowers that had been prepared and placed on the living room table early, with a hint of green at the roots, are fresh and beautiful.

Qi Yan stuffed the flowers into Song Yi'an's arms and couldn't help but scratch his head shyly.

"This is my first time buying flowers. I don't know if you like it, but I hope you can accept it."

Song Yi'an looked at the carefully packaged flowers in front of him, and then at the man. The man's series of actions were quite skillful.

"Why did you give me this kind of flower? I thought you would give me roses or something like that. If not, it should be lilies."

Qi Yan was a little ashamed and didn't know if he should tell the flower language of Platycodon flower.

"I saw it looked good and thought it suited you well, so I bought it. You should like it, right?"

"I like it. Of course I like flowers. No woman would refuse flowers."

Song Yi'an was indeed very happy. It was true that no one had given her flowers before. Although she was not sure whether anyone had given them to her in the previous world, it was true that they had not been sent to her in this world.

Song Yi'an lowered his head and smelled the flowers in his arms. It had a light fragrance, not particularly strong, but very subtle, like...Qi Yan, or rather like Qi Yan's way of expressing emotions.

Song Yi'an used to think that she would never be moved by such a trivial thing, but later she realized that she had never met someone who would really take her into his heart and try his best to please her. No one would be unhappy. Bar.

Alas, it's a bit bad. I don't know if a man's soul can be taken away when he leaves this world.

Without thinking, Song Yian grabbed the man's tie and nibbled on his lips. No matter how cold or majestic he was in front of outsiders, his lips were always warm.

Song Yi'an held the flower with one hand and hooked the man's neck with the other hand. Qi Yan carefully held his lover's waist, as if he was protecting a treasure.

The two kissed all the way from the door to the living room. They were inseparable and the battle was fierce.

Qi Yan had no idea of ​​doing anything else, so he took the person into his arms with one hand and hurried upstairs.

The bedroom door was closed. Qi Yan looked at the beautiful little girl lying on his bed and pulled off the tie around his neck without thinking.

Three times, five times two, he wrapped the tie around the little girl's hand and tied it. Song Yi'an was still slightly weak from the man's tight kiss. When she came to her senses and was let go by the man, her hands were already tied up with the tie. Living.

Song Yi'an faced the man directly and expressed his doubts with his eyes. Qi Yan didn't know what the action he just did was about. The beautiful and thin white wrists were obviously trying to seduce him and tied them up. He just Just follow your inner thoughts.

He lowered his head and bit Song Yian's collarbone gently, and then began to apologize.

"Sorry, An An, I don't know what I was thinking just now, but..."

The man hadn't finished what he said, but Song Yian could hear what he meant.

Although he said apologetic words, his body showed no intention to step forward and untie his tie. The two looked at each other, and Song Yi'an finally lost. Forget it, she quite liked the bouquet of flowers today.

"twice"

"it is good"

The man was impatient, fearing that Song Yian would regret it, so he immediately answered and his movements became more impatient. He was also familiar with the little girl's body.

It was peeled off cleanly in just two strokes, and the skin all over the body was like snow-white peach flesh, glowing with a light pink color, which caught his gaze tightly.

Qi Yan leaned down and served his future wife.

Song Yi'an could only hold on to the sheets with difficulty, fearing that her voice would leak out of her mouth, and she couldn't help but straighten her back. She originally wanted to move to the side, but the man directly grabbed her waist and dragged her back.

The man's energy was so good that Song Yian almost thought that the man didn't need to rest at all, because when she opened her eyes again, she was already in the bathroom, but the man still didn't stop.

The water in the bathroom was slightly warm, and the mist of hot water in the air blurred the mirror and Song Yi'an's eyes.

If the little seed in his belly knew that his father was torturing people like this, he would probably want to run away.

Fortunately, the next day was Saturday. Song Yi'an slept in bed and the man didn't go to work. When she woke up, her head rested on his arm.

As long as you turn your face slightly to the side, you can directly face the man's strong and plump abdominal muscles. Not to mention that the pectoralis major muscles are quite well trained, and they feel very good at first glance.

She was still a little dazed when she just woke up, so Song Yi'an put his hand up without thinking, and even squeezed it excessively.

The man who was looking at the files on his phone turned his head, his eyes full of dangerous coldness.

"If An An wants to taste me again in the morning, I can satisfy An An, but isn't An An hungry now?"

The man's words scared Song Yian soberly. She had worked hard all night last night, and if she did it again this morning, she would be dead.

He had to shake his head and refuse.

"No, no, no, I'm hungry. My boyfriend is going to cook for me. I want to eat your precious little wontons."