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

Ling Su was taken aback: "What's the matter...ah feet, I'm fine, I can run and jump."

Ling Su originally wanted to prove it to He Yan, but because the other party's eyes were a little scary, and he was also concerned about pretending to be this little person in his stomach, he finally stood still in his place: "It's really okay... ...Eh, how do you know?"

Yan Qing, who was passing by with a dinner plate, ran away quickly.

Ling Su seemed to be aware of what had happened, and then looked at He Yanhui's menacing look, pursed his mouth: "Don't be nervous..."

"I'm not nervous." He Yan raised his eyebrows back, but he spoke with an obvious upbeat tone, "Shall I sign up for you to run a Haicheng college student relay race?"

Ling Su grinned embarrassingly, and took two steps to the side guiltily under He Yanhui's eyes: "It's not that, it's too old."

As he moved slowly to the side, he took some time from time to time to go to the official website to congratulate Yanhui on his expression.

I don't know why, I just feel guilty.

"... Sit down." He Yan looked back at Ling Su's limping appearance, frowned, sighed and stretched out his arms for Ling Su to support.

Ling Su draped He Yanhui's forearm, and quickly jumped to the seat next to him.

There were not many people in the store during the daytime on weekdays, and there were only Ling Su and He Yanhui at the corner behind the stairs.

He Yanhui unbuttoned his suit, and squatted down when Ling Su sat down.

Ling Su supported the table with one hand, and watched He Yanhui grab his feet very calmly.

Ling Su's calves are not too thin. Although he was too lazy to exercise before, he has been playing ball, running and jumping since he was a child, and his calves are slender and strong-although they always look like toys when held by He Yanhui.

"It's swollen." He Yan glanced back, then raised his head to stare at Ling Su, with obvious unhappiness in his eyes.

And no matter how Ling Su looked at it, he felt that He Yanhui was even a little provocative.

——I said you can't, you can't, you have to show off, now it's all right!

Ling Su turned her head, raised her hand and scratched her neck: "Ah...there is Yunnan Baiyao in the store, I'll spray...spray."

Ling Su didn't wear shorts often, and the white ankles were in great contrast with He Yanhui's dark suit pants. There was a thin red thread hanging loosely on the ankles. The strong visual impact made He Yanhui stunned.

The red line was requested by Ling's mother. She couldn't get away from work because of work, but she was also very concerned about Ling Su's pregnancy.

The family's principles are very consistent - nothing else is important, since Ling Su has made a decision, everything should be based on Ling Su's happiness.

He Yanhui carefully rolled up Ling Su's trousers, took out his cell phone from his coat and called the driver, telling him to come to Ling Su.

He just left the office in a hurry, went downstairs and drove directly towards Ling Su.

In the end, when he rushed over in a hurry, he saw Ling Su still running up and down in the store, walking vigorously, not feeling at all relieved of this matter.

The contrast of the hatchback made He Yanhui feel like an idiot who was so worried that he ran a red light.

He was so angry that he forgot all the charming thoughts of yesterday.

"Yunnan Baiyao?" He Yan held his feet back, with a cool tone.

"You don't need to go to the hospital." Ling Su didn't realize it, but just looked at her feet left and right, "There must be no broken bones, and there is nothing to see about the sprain. The doctor must go home and let... rest?"

Ling Su just raised her eyes and saw He Yan's face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Not going to the hospital." He Yan looked back at Ling Su's face full of refusal, and finally sighed, "Go home first."

Ling Su looked down at the reflective floor, dangling her legs: "Okay."

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When he just sprained his ankle, he didn't feel much, but when the driver drove the car to the door and He Yanhui waited for him to stand up, Ling Su suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

He looked up at He Yanhui: "That...you go first?"

He Yanhui stood beside him with his arms folded, looking very noble and glamorous, his eyes glanced casually, as if his clothes were going to a show.

Ling Su wrinkled her nose and looked at him: "You..."

He Yan raised his eyebrows leisurely.

"I can't stand up anymore." Ling Su leaned back, looking like he was doing something casual.

He Yanhui stood by Ling Su's side, stretched out his fingers and touched Ling Su's eyebrows: "How can you?"

"I can." Ling Su and a little wild cat lying outside the window looked at each other for a while, and opened their mouths.

"Okay." He Yanhui's fingers bent up, and he scratched Ling Su's nose lightly with some doting reproach, "Sit down."

Ling Su sat up straight crookedly.

He Yan squatted back and put his arms through his knees.

"Hey, no!" Ling Su had a bad feeling, "Just hold me by your side, what are you doing, He Yanhui!!!"

He Yanhui stood up holding Ling Su, turned his head and showed a triumphant smile: "I can do it too."

The two stared at each other, their eyes sparkling with electricity all the way, and they competed childishly.

But to other people in the store, it doesn't seem to be the same thing.

The man in a formal suit has a narrow waist and long legs. He looks like a male model. When he takes a step, even the wind around him seems to be able to stop him.He held Ling Su very carefully, almost as carefully as holding a piece of porcelain.He obviously looked extremely cold, but he kept paying attention to Ling Su from the corner of his eye.

Ling Su, who was held in his arms, was tall and slender, with a youthful heroism in his eyes, frowning and staring at He Yanhui, it made people not want to get angry with him at all.

All that's left is to look good.

Yan Qing lay behind the bar counter, sighing in admiration.

When these two people appear in the same frame, there is always an unexpected harmony.

I don't know if they had any private vlogs when they got married.

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When Ling Su and He Yan hugged him back into the car, he felt that his old face was completely humiliated.

A big man in his 20s just sprained his foot...

After thinking about it, it would hurt my stomach if I had to carry it on my back, and it would not work well if I wanted to dance.

Ling Su lowered her head, feeling resentful towards the little guy in her stomach for the first time.

I don't know if it was a tacit understanding, but Ling Su felt some movement in his stomach.

His hand was still on He Yanhui's shoulder, but it tightened suddenly.

"What's wrong?" He Yan turned his head back.

The posture of the two people is very strange, Ling Su is still leaning half-reliantly in He Yanhui's arms, and He Yanhui's arms are all on Ling Su's waist, and the two are facing each other sideways The head looks like a cross neck.

The driver in front was used to strong winds and waves. He Yan knew that his car had no fenders, so he looked at his nose, nose, and heart very calmly, almost blending in with the road ahead.

Ling Su calmed down and felt it again, and found that it was not an illusion.

The little thing seemed dissatisfied, knocking on the door in Ling Su's stomach complainingly.

Not too rowdy, more like a very polite question.

A reduced face of He Yanhui appeared in Ling Su's mind instantly, frowning and raising his hand, knocking on the wall next to him, with a little impatient indifference: "Excuseme?"

When Ling Su raised his head, he saw He Yanhui frowning slightly in front of him: "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

"It's not really..." Ling Su thought, if he could give birth to such a self, it would be awesome, very good.

He approached and lowered his voice and said to He Yan: "Just now, the child moved."

What Ling Su didn't expect was that He Yanhui froze.

He has seen B-ultrasound, accompanied the birth checkup, and has read and recited the instructions for pregnant women's partners.

But he has never seen this child independently.

Although he was nervous, it was always the "pregnant Lingsu" who was nervous.but child...

Ling Su didn't care about other things, but with the joy of being a father, he grabbed He Yanhui's hand and stuck it to his stomach, with a light in his eyes: "Quick, do you feel it?"

He Yan slumped his shoulders and lowered his head, feeling quietly with an almost pious attitude.

Mr. Xiao He in his belly was very face-saving, and knocked on the door politely.

The movement is small, but it really exists.

At that moment, He Yanhui felt that his palms were numb, and even half of his body softened.

He... has become a father.

The child will move.

In the future, he will be able to crawl, walk, talk, and hold their hands to learn how to speak.

Small, soft, with unworldly innocence, everything is unknown, waiting for his two fathers to teach and raise adults.

He Yanhui turned his head suddenly, without moving his hands, one hand covered Ling Su's stomach and the other hugged his waist. In this posture, he turned his head and leaned his face against Ling Su's shoulder.

Ling Su was taken aback by his approach, and saw that their posture in the rearview mirror was simply unseemly.

What is the secret of the back seat of the president's car.

Big G looks so good...

The chassis of this car is as stable as a small tank...

Ling Su pushed He Yan back: "Get up."

"No." He Yanhui refused to let go no matter what.

He sort of understood that all the romances that were born and died were all fake.

Yesterday's white flowers and the red gauze fluttering in the river wind quickly faded away in his mind.

There is nothing like a wife and children warming up on a kang.

The author has something to say: the exam week is too busy recently... so I don't feel comfortable writing

But this week, I will try my best to update it every day.

Thank you for waiting for me