After being proposed by a blind man, I married into a wealthy family

no good night.

Ling Su was not at all restless at night.

He was pulling the quilt with both hands, and his whole body was like a flattened burrito, staring at the ceiling with wide-eyed eyes.

Thinking about the ticking of the alarm clock on the bedside table, counting how long it took Ling Su, but still unable to fall asleep.

The humidifier emits a hazy light in the corner of the wall, and there is a very faint fragrance of agarwood floating out with the water mist.

Ling Su prefers woody scents, and he usually feels that this smell is always reassuring, and he can almost fall asleep after touching the pillow.But today, for some reason, he was refreshed by the smell.

Today Ling Xiaomu went to live with his father, he was the only one at home, so quiet that Ling Su always felt a little flustered.

And just in time, Ling Su's phone vibrated under his pillow, shaking him into a tizzy.

He took out his mobile phone, and saw He Yanhui's name displayed on it.

--I am home.

Ling Su looked at the interface for a long time, the screen turned on and off a few times, and he didn't know what to answer.

He tucked the phone back under the pillow and turned over carefully.

5 minutes……

10 minutes……

The light on Ling Su's bed was turned on again.

Holding the phone in his arms, he thought about it and replied "yes" to He Yan again and again.

Then, as if he didn't want to wait for the other party's reply, he quickly turned off the phone and threw it on the bedside table, closing his eyes and forcing himself to fall asleep quickly.

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He Yanhui's appearance on the second day was the same.

It's just that in addition to a regular thermos, he also brought two bags of cat snacks when he entered the door.

The two masters in the family were much more excited than Ling Su, who was sleepy and staring. When He Yan came in, he was already carrying a cat on his shoulders.

Ling Su was standing in the kitchen drinking water, and couldn't help laughing when he saw He Yan's funny face.

"Fortunately, I can stand them." He Yanhui took the cup in Ling Su's hand and put it aside, standing in the kitchen seemed to have been familiar with it eight hundred times, and he didn't stand in someone else's house at all. a feeling of.

Although the kitchen is not small, the two of them can't stretch their hands together. Ling Su sat at the dining table outside and called the two cats over.

The uncle jumped onto Ling Su's knee first, just in time to meet Ling Su's protruding belly.

It has not seen.

He stretched out his paw, and carefully touched Lingsu's belly with the pad.

Of course my stomach didn't respond.

But Ling Su smiled, he looked up, and saw He Yan standing in the kitchen with nervous eyes: "I recognize my younger brother."

In the end, the uncle didn't eat any snacks, but just curled up quietly with his head on Ling Su's stomach.

And the ancestor at Ling Su's feet also forgot about it, and jumped on He Yan's shoulder again when He Yan came back, lying on his shoulder to watch Ling Su eat breakfast obediently.

"It's good that cats are not afraid of people." He Yan patted his ancestor's little head back, and rubbed his tall nose against his long hair.

Ling Su looked up, and silently raised the corner of her mouth.

These two cats are not afraid of people, after all, sometimes they have to be responsible for going to the store to "sit a table".But the two of them have always been very reserved, and it's considered a facelift to raise their eyes when they meet someone.

The two masters were able to treat He Yanhui like this because they were thinking about the time when He Yanhui had a good relationship with them before He Yanhui returned.

As far as Ling Su himself is concerned, it's not just a roundabout longing.

People are the same, no matter how you avoid it, you cannot avoid it.

Neither his body nor his memory allowed him to escape.

"I made millet porridge today, try it." He Yan returned with his breakfast, tapped his slender fingers on the black glass table top, and finally put down the small bowl in his hand.

Ling Su wasn't very picky when she was pregnant, and she liked the few side dishes He Yanhui brought.

He Yanhui found a bowl himself, and sat down beside Ling Su. There was a thin layer of porridge in the bottom of the bowl.

"Can't eat?" Ling Su asked.

He Yanhui knew that he didn't like breakfast. As long as his stomach was not feeling well the day before, the uncle must have little appetite the next day. Generally, it is because of Ling Su that there is something in the bottom of the bowl for breakfast. superior.

Now he didn't know who he was afraid of... or he scooped some porridge at the bottom of the bowl that was too little for cats.

He Yanhui scratched the porridge twice with his chopsticks: "I slept late yesterday."

Ling Su glanced at him, and finally put some side dishes into his bowl, then turned around and fed the cat while eating her own.

When he finished eating, the bowl over there also bottomed out.

It's a little dark outside today, and the weather forecast says that there may be the first snow since winter.

Snow is not common in Haicheng, Ling Su was looking forward to it when he mentioned it.

He Yanhui next to him was still skipping work aboveboard, petting the cat while watching Ling Su pack up the things he needed to bring to the store.

During the recent period, it should be the time when Ling Su can finally go out without any precautions.

But recently, he also feels that the child is growing faster and faster, and the stomach will not be able to hide in two days.

Nothing too sad, but always a little hard to get used to.

Ling Su didn't need to prepare anything when he went to the store, he put on his clothes and put on a scarf, stood at the door and waited for a long time and found that there was no movement from the people inside, when he moved his head two steps and looked in.

He found that Mr. He was washing the dishes.

"No... what are you doing?" Ling Su was stunned, "The dishwasher is right at hand."

He Yanhui rolled up the sleeves of his shirt on his forearms, bent over and lowered his head, his powerful back was slightly arched, and his back drew out a very beautiful curve.

It's like a gentleman opening a bottle of fine red wine that has been around for a long time.

It's not at all like the aggrieved man who spent time at his ex's house and washed the dishes.

"I don't want to go to work." The gentleman's reason was quite grand, "I have a meeting at ten o'clock, so I won't go."

Ling Su raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was now 45:15. According to the driving skills of He Yanhui's reliable driver uncle, it should be within [-] minutes of driving.

Ling Su smiled incredulously, and finally leaned against the door quietly waiting for He Yan to return to wash the dishes.

He Yan always loves to be clean, and after washing the dishes, he still remembers to tidy up the surroundings, and finally walks slowly towards Ling Su with a small bag of garbage.

Ling Su looked at it, it was ten o'clock.

"I'm afraid you are the president with the worst personality." Ling Su complained while locking the door.

He Yanhui next to him was holding Ling Su's camera bag in one hand, and the garbage at home in the other: "...Really."

He actually didn't collapse in his own home.

With two aunts running everything in the downtown house, he basically just needs to sleep when he gets home.

There are astonishingly many servants in the old houses on both sides, and He Yan doesn't even have to take off his clothes when he goes back in.

But... Who told this to be Ling Su's house.

One's own people can only hurt themselves.

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It wasn't just a coincidence or something, as soon as the two of them walked out of the building, it started to rain sporadically outside.

"You wait here." He Yanhui reached out to check the rain, "I have an umbrella in the car."

His car was parked a few steps away, but He Yanhui still didn't allow Ling Su to get in the rain, and only asked him to stand in the hallway and wait.

He turned around, and when he stepped into the rain, he turned his head to make sure that Ling Su was still there, and then hurriedly strode towards the car.

The umbrella that He Yan carried into the car was a long-handled umbrella.

When the tail of the umbrella lightly touched the ground, Ling Su's heart moved inexplicably.

He Yan stretched out his hand back, closed the trunk with a little force, then turned around in the rain and opened the umbrella.

It rained harder.

The dark umbrella was walking through the hazy rain, but Ling Su's eyes never left the pair of cold star-like eyes under the umbrella.

This person always seems to have a way to repeatedly jump in his heart unscrupulously.

It's good to rely on old memories, or rely on... beauty.

When He Yanhui just got out of the wheelchair and was able to walk, Ling Su was fascinated by Guan Muzhou's cane.

At that time Ling Su was wondering where this little prince came from trouble, he was so precious as if he was stepping on people's hearts.

It was really hit by what he said.

The little boy is really the little boy.

Holding an umbrella at will can still step on Ling Su's heart.

"Let's go." He Yan went back to help Ling Su tuck up the scarf, put his arms around him and led him into the rain.

Now He Yanhui's pace is very steady, when Ling Su was hugged by his side when he went down the stairs, he found that He Yanhui was really much taller than himself.

The shoulders are broad and flat, and when leaning against Ling Su's back, it almost blocks all incoming wind.

He Yan opened the car door to send Ling Su up, but didn't close it right away.

He stood outside holding an umbrella, keeping his arm on the door, just looking at Ling Su quietly.The dark gray suit looked pure and elegant in the drizzle, softening his deep facial features.

Finally, he smiled softly.

"Have I ever said that before?"

"You are so pretty."

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The snow gradually fell.

Ling Su stood behind the bar and sat with coffee, listening to the sound of Yan Qing recording the video behind her.

His series of vlogs are almost finished, and after a preview, he is going to save his energy and post them.

Ling Su didn't show much face in it, but looking at Yan Qinglu, he couldn't help his occupational disease.

Ling Xiaomu's channel has gained some fans recently, half of them want to watch his daily life, and the other half like to watch Ling Xiaomu do his homework.

Ling Su edited a few daily vlogs for him, but it's best to return the channel to him.

Looking at the camera she put on the corner of the table, Ling Su always felt a little itchy.

But when it started suddenly, Ling Su couldn't think of what to record.

With a final slap on the thigh, Ling Su decided to stay the same, three meals a day are always recorded.

After making this decision, Ling Su's first reaction was to send He Yan a message back.

But after picking up the phone, Ling Su was stunned.

Does it mean that you don't come tomorrow, or that you don't bring food tomorrow?

It's weird no matter what...

And after a while, He Yan, who was holding a meeting with senior executives in the garden on the roof of the He's Building, finally loosened his lips.

The people sitting below breathed a sigh of relief, and finally dared to reach out to touch the cold coffee that had been left for a long time.

He Yan recalled putting down his phone, and finally said the words they dreamed of: "Go back first, and give me the plan before the weekend."

Everyone immediately packed up their things and swept them away like a gust of wind, not leaving a single meeting record for He Yanhui.

The assistant and the secretary exchanged glances, and silently retreated out of the small garden.

It didn't take a moment for the magnetic voice inside to pass through the humid air, and when it reached the door, it tickled everyone's heart.

"Then you wait for me to go over."