Newlyweds divorced: Marry a scumbag and his brother is sweet and have a baby

A warm breath penetrated into his neck, and Shen Yan's whole body felt numb.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Huaijing's gentle and charming voice sounded in his ears.

"Ayan, I haven't held you like this for a long time. I miss you so much."

Xie Huaijing hugged Shen Yan from behind and rubbed his cheek against Shen Yan's ears and temples.

Shen Yan nestled in Xie Huaijing's arms, feeling relaxed and happy, "It's been a long time since we last met. We are both busy. Although we haven't met, I have been thinking about you."

"It feels so good to be missed by Ayan." Xie Huaijing's voice was soft and soft, as if his whole body was glued to Shen Yan.

Shen Yan raised the corner of her mouth and said softly, "Me too."

Xie Huaijing turned Shen Yan's body over and held her face, his eyes gentle and distressed, "My Ayan has lost weight."

He kissed Shen Yan's forehead and said dotingly, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"You've been busy all day, aren't you tired?" Shen Yanxiao asked.

"I'm tired, but because my Ayan is not hungry, I won't be tired immediately." Xie Huaijing stared at Shen Yan with a smile on his face.

"That's not possible. You are tired too. How can I let you work hard by yourself again?"

Shen Yan took Xie Huaijing's hand, "You light the fire, and I'll cook you some noodles, so we can still talk."

"Okay, kneading noodles for ramen is a physical job. I'll do it, and you can teach me next to me, okay?" Xie Huaijing asked.

Shen Yan nodded, "Okay."

The two held hands and walked side by side towards the kitchen.

When they got to the kitchen, Shen Yan made the dough first, and Xie Huaijing started kneading the dough.

"What kind of noodles do you want to eat?" Shen Yan tilted her head and asked, "There are braised noodles, pork knuckle noodles, spicy chicken noodles, mushroom stewed chicken noodles, and green pepper minced meat noodles."

"I want minced meat, plus a pig's trotter." Xie Huaijing said.

"Okay." Shen Yan likes to eat pasta, and the kitchen is always stocked with various flavors and ingredients that she likes to eat.

"Would you like some dry mix? And a bowl of black-bone chicken soup?" Shen Yan asked.

"Okay, listen to Ayan." Xie Huaijing kneaded the dough very quickly, and it was ready in just a few strokes. He covered it with gauze to let it wake up, and then went to light the fire again.

"Listen to me? Are you so good?" Shen Yan joked with a smile.

Xie Huaijing sat on a small stool, raised his head and asked Shen Yan with a smile, "When have I been bad?"

Shen Yan put the prepared ingredients on the table and was about to add water to the pot. Hearing this, he looked at Xie Huaijing and saw that there were black charcoal marks on his cheeks and chin.

The key is that he didn't know it yet, but he was smiling brightly there. His innocent look was completely different from the domineering and majestic look in the court.

Shen Yan couldn't help laughing.

"Be good, Your Majesty is very good. Eat more in a while, so you can be even better."

Listening to Shen Yan coaxing himself like a child, Xie Huaijing couldn't laugh or cry.

He felt a little itchy on his face and wiped it with the back of his hand. He found that the back of his hand was black, and then he realized what Shen Yan was smiling about.

"Ayan, you knew my face was dirty and you didn't remind me, I'm going to punish you."

After he finished speaking, he added a few more firewood to the stove.

Shen Yan added half of the pot of water, closed the lid, and asked, "How to punish?"

Xie Huaijing stood up and moved to Shen Yan, grabbed her waist, picked her up, pressed his lips against hers, and then left, "This is punishment."

Shen Yan pursed her lips and smiled, feeling ashamed and happy at the same time. Xie Huaijing was really good at it.

"Ayan." Xie Huaijing called softly.

Shen Yan responded softly, "Yeah."

"I love you."

I love you very much.

Xie Huaijing kissed her, their lips and teeth connected, and they were happy.

"I love you too." Shen Yan responded from the bottom of her heart.

At this moment, there is only each other in their world. There will never be a third person in the past, present and future.

Their hearts will always belong only to each other.

Happy time always passes quickly, and after a while, the water in the pot is rolling.

Xie Huaijing hugged Shen Yan tightly and didn't let go. Shen Yan pushed him away and said, "The water has risen, you can cook noodles."

"Okay, I know my Ayan is hungry." Xie Huaijing rolled up his sleeves, "I'll knead the dough."

Shen Yan nodded, and she went to add more firewood, quietly watching Xie Huaijing knead the dough.

Love is illusory, life is real.

All love will eventually turn into firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. Fireworks in the world are the final destination of love.

Xie Huaijing never only gave Shen Yan promises. He cared about Shen Yan's food, clothing, housing, and transportation, cared about her happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy, supported her ideals, and worked hard to become a better person, standing side by side with her where she wanted to be. .

Shen Yan looked at Xie Huaijing with more and more gentle eyes, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which was sweet to her heart.

Soon, Xie Huaijing kneaded the noodles and pulled them into thin strips. Shen Yan cooked the noodles and put them in a bowl.

"Sir, this is the noodle you asked for. How do you like it? It's delicious. Come back next time."

Shen Yan brought his face to Xie Huaijing with a smile on his face.

Xie Huaijing knew that Shen Yan was teasing her, so he took a sip and his eyes lit up.

"The store's craftsmanship is really good. May I ask how much a bowl of this noodles costs?"

Shen Yan was playing around, so he stayed with her.

"Just give it to me, sir." Shen Yan replied with a smile.

Xie Huaijing looked serious, "I will give you everything I have for the rest of my life, including me."