The Stupid Missy Glows Up After Marriage

Inside, Shen Yihuan saw who was ringing the doorbell.

She did not open the door.

Turn the fire down and turn upstairs.

"Lan Chen, a guest is here." Shen Yihuan woke Lan Chen up.

Lan Chen frowned displeased, his eyes blurred.

Shen Yihuan said again, "Miss Zhou is here."

She bit the word "Miss Zhou" very hard.

People have come to the door, and they are really reluctant.

So did he, Zhou Aiguo wanted to take care of him wholeheartedly, but he didn't appreciate it.

If it was replaced by Zhou Aiguo, Zhou Aiguo would agree to whatever he did yesterday.

Not only will they agree, but they will do well.

"She's still at the door, do you want to... uh..." Shen Yihuan threw herself on Lan Chen, her lips pressed against Lan Chen's.

Lan Chen's hand pressed against her back waist, just hugging her like this.

Shen Yihuan was dumbfounded.

She can now fully hear Lan Chen's heartbeat, as well as the echo of her own heart.

Suddenly the hand on the waist tightened slightly, and she also reacted.

Bite your neck and break away from him, "You let me go!"

"It's a bit cold." Lan Chen didn't let it go, and hugged her tighter.

Shen Yihuan couldn't get up and was forced to press on him.

She pinched his waist, "You let me get up!"

"Let me hold it for a while." He exhaled softly in her ear, with a low voice, "I didn't sleep well last night."

Shen Yihuan twisted his eyebrows, what's up with him if he didn't sleep well?

However, she didn't move.

It wasn't her who was in a hurry anyway.

Lan Chen's breath was in her ears, a little hot.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear something buzzing.

"Did your phone ring?" Shen Yihuan's voice couldn't help but lighten up.

"Don't care about it."

"..."

After holding it for about ten minutes, Shen Yihuan was really tired from lying on his stomach like this.

"I'm making porridge downstairs. If I don't go any further, it will be mushy." Shen Yihuan really almost forgot the porridge.

Lan Chen still didn't let her go immediately.

"It's going to dry in a while." Shen Yihuan really couldn't lie down, her back was very sore.

Lan Chen's hand finally loosened.

Shen Yihuan leaned on her waist to stand up, "Miss Zhou shouldn't leave yet, won't you see me?"

"You are the only one who can move freely at home, you arrange it."

Shen Yihuan frowned, what did she arrange?

What can she arrange?

They obviously came for him, and they didn't want to see her.

She went to open the door early in the morning, just to add to other people's obstruction, and she didn't want to find it unpleasant.

"It's up to you." Shen Yihuan would never open the door.

She went downstairs to see the porridge. There was nothing at the door, and she didn't know if she had left.

After a while, she lightened her footsteps, slowly approached the door, turned on the visual monitor, and Zhou Aiguo was still there.

Really persistent.

She doesn't care, people love to wait there and just wait.

"Shen Yihuan!" Lan Chen shouted upstairs.

I don't know where the lung capacity comes from, and the sound can be transmitted over several floors.

Shen Yihuan turned off the fire and ran upstairs quickly.

Lan Chen sat on the bed and stared at her.

"What's the matter?" Shen Yihuan panted.

"Go to the toilet." Lan Chen stopped when she was about to take the basin, "I'm going to the toilet!"

Shen Yihuan frowned, she didn't dislike it when she helped him pee, he was still hypocritical.

"I want to go to the tuba." Lan Chen squinted, "You take it?"

"..."

Shen Yihuan looked at his two plastered legs, "How to do it?" She couldn't hold it, couldn't hold it, couldn't carry it, could she drag it over?

"wheelchair."