Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

Yan He had no idea before. She had been in the God Realm. Although she knew that most humans needed to carry on their family lineage, she didn't have much understanding.

until one day.

She leaned into Chen Muyuan's arms and was tightly wrapped by his warm body temperature.

The top male idol in school was already Mr. Chen, the strategist in the business.

But he still likes to act coquettishly towards her.

Yan He closed his eyes and fell asleep. He had long been dissatisfied with his tyranny.

When he kissed her again, she reached out and covered his mouth.

The tone was lazy: "Chen Muyuan, if you move your hands or feet again, I will really beat you up."

The exposed arms were mottled, looking at the fair skin, inexplicably ambiguous and tempting.

I don’t know how many times I have said this sentence since I got married.

The man who was warned was not affected at all. He took her wrist, leaned over and kissed her soft palm.

The voice was deep and magnetic, with a smile and extremely sexy, gently teasing her ears.

"Okay, stop making trouble and sleep peacefully. I'll watch over you."

Like a child, his slender palms gently patted her back and coaxed her.

Just sing a lullaby.

Everyone in City A knows that Mr. Chen, the richest man, is a wife-keeper.

Her wife is whatever she says. Wherever Mr. Chen is, his wife may not be there, but as long as Mrs. Chen is there, Mr. Chen will definitely go as soon as the matter is settled.

I couldn't be more pampered.

Only Yan He knew that Chen Mu was always obedient, but sometimes he was deaf.

She buried her whole head in his arms and couldn't help but yawned loudly.

He was confused, but still managed to keep his spirits up: "Chen Muyuan, I'm warning you."

"Ok?"

He said something incomprehensible: "If you say no, you don't."

"..."

After a while, a low and gentle response came from above: "Yes, I remember."

"..."

This conversation happened many times.

Yan He knew that he had remembered it, but he would not listen at all.

Too lazy to struggle.

I found a comfortable position and prepared to sleep.

"Yan Yan, let's raise a child."

"..."

The person who was already extremely sleepy reacted silently for two seconds and woke up.

She raised her head from his arms, the blush on her face had not faded away, and the red at the end of her eyes rose slightly, with a hint of coquettishness.

"You want kids?"

"Do not want to."

He answered too quickly and naturally, leaving her confused for a while.

Chen Muyuan curled his lips.

Sighing softly, he hugged the person again.

People who were originally cold have been warmed up.

He leaned forward and rubbed his cheek, which was still as delicate as before: "We just need a child."

Need.

Not wanting.

There is one word difference between the two, which means one heaven and one earth.

"Go to sleep and don't think too much. I'll take care of everything, okay?"

"……Um."

"Yan Yan is so good. If I don't have a child, I can have Yan Yan all to myself. How can I possibly want a child?"

I'm afraid that if she thinks too much, she will be unhappy because of this matter.

Chen Muyuan just held her like this, coaxed her over and over again, and told her tirelessly.

What a joy it was for him to have no children.

He doesn't hide his possessiveness at all.

Wait until the person in your arms falls asleep.

The hand gently slapping his back slowly stopped.

His eyes, which had begun to have fine lines, were slightly narrowed, staring at that beautiful face for a long time.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek: "Good night, Yan Yan."

His Yan Yan.

In fact, she is more insecure than him.

It seems like he needs to be a little more clingy.

Since he didn't want children, Yan He just thought that Chen Muyuan needed an heir.

After all, with so much property there, someone has to take over.

But when she just confirmed the idea.

A property transfer agreement was delivered to her without any warning.

"..."

Yan He did not sign, but immediately called Chen Muyuan, who was still at work.

"I want to give you Yan Yan, and I will be supported by Yan Yan from now on."

"A Yuan, I don't need it."

"You need it, and you have to support me."

"..."

In the end, Yan He signed the agreement.

From then on, all Chen's properties belong to her, not Chen Muyuan.

Nor does it belong to anyone else.

As for the adopted child, he has not appeared in front of Yan He a few times.

Occasionally I would see him, and he would stand by him respectfully, looking much older than his peers.

Compared to Chen Muyuan, he seems to have more respect for himself.

Yan He didn't ask any more questions.

There are many things that you don’t need to ask too carefully and clearly.

........................................................................

When people reach a certain age, the rate of aging seems to become faster and faster.

When Chen Muyuan was sixty years old, the wrinkles on his face had already extended from the corners of his eyes to his forehead.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes drooped slightly downward, and she didn't look as energetic as she did when she was young.

But he is still handsome and has a unique taste.

Good health and no pain.

Yan He sometimes thought that this would be good, as no one would mention their identity.

When he leaves, he follows suit.

When Chen Muyuan was seventy-five years old, the adopted child appeared again.

Now he is thirty years old.

Yan He sat on the swing in the garden, listening to the old and old voice drifting swayingly from the study to her ears.

"In just a few decades of life, I will eventually leave."

"You have to know that my purpose in training you is just to hope that my Yan Yan can live a more comfortable and safer life when I am not around."

"..."

He tightened his grip on the rope, and even though he was clearly not breathing, he still exhaled forcefully.

Chen Muyuan is so stupid.

Her martial arts were clearly worth what he had witnessed with his own eyes, so why was he worried that she was not doing well?

When Chen Muyuan was eighty-five years old, he was already a wrinkled old man.

Time has left too many traces on his face.

But you can still see how handsome he was when he was young.

Even at the age of eighty-five, he is still a handsome old man.

It's just that this handsome old man didn't survive the autumn of his eighty-fifth year.

Yan He held the person in his arms, just like he did every time he held him in the past.

His words just now were still echoing in my mind.

A person who has been pampered for decades is still incredibly beautiful.

With red eyes, he hugged the already cold person closer and responded softly: "Since you said goodbye, you can't break your promise and wait for me to find you."

After Chen Muyuan was buried, Yan He lay down again in the coffin that he had not laid down in for decades.

Closed his eyes.