Kuai Chuan is healing the powerful and miserable bosses every day

Chapter 204 ② Against (13)

New Year's Day is here, and the new year is about to begin.

Into the depths of winter, suddenly heavy snow fell, and it fell all night last night.

When I woke up in the morning, I saw that the yard outside was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the ground and the fence were covered with white snow.

Even the leafless ginkgo tree in the backyard has turned into a snow tree.

Looking out, there is a vast expanse of whiteness. If there are plum blossoms in full bloom in this scene, it must be very beautiful.

Wen Jinhuan looked at the temperature displayed on his phone, it was already below zero, and he couldn’t feel the cold in the house, just turn on the heater and wear a pair of pajamas, if it is designated to be very cold outside.

Thinking of this, Wen Jinhuan couldn't help shivering, and then drew the curtains.

Change your clothes and go downstairs. Whether it's raining or snowing today, you have to go back to An's old house for reunion.

This time it was not only Mrs. An and the old man, but I heard that there were other collateral relatives of the An family, cousins, uncles and so on.

An Tinglan's parents passed away a long time ago. He was brought up by Mrs. An and the old man together, so she has no mother-in-law, and there is no mother-in-law relationship to deal with.

In fact, she sometimes feels sorry for An Tinglan, who has lost his parents since he was very young. The love of grandparents can never be compared with the love of father and mother.

The relationship between her and An Tinglan is much better now.

Because of the snow on the road and the short distance between them, it took an hour to arrive at Anjia.

When they arrived at An's house, the relatives had almost arrived, and there were laughter and laughter inside. When they got off the car, the servants standing in two rows at the door shouted respectfully: "Master, madam."

The sound drew the people inside out, and two or three people came out.

One of the boys laughed and called An Tinglan's name.

An Tinglan nodded in response, and called him cousin.

Wen Jinhuan went looking for fame. This was the first time she met this cousin. They got married only to show Mrs. An and the old man the certificate when they got married, and the wedding was not held.

Therefore, not many people know about their marriage, only people in this circle know.

Approaching, An Tinglan took the initiative to introduce to Wen Jinhuan, "This is my cousin, my cousin, my cousin."

Wen Jinhuan nodded, smiled at them, and called out, "Cousin, cousin, cousin."

The sister-in-law in the middle smiled and said, "Hello, I finally see you."

"..."

Wen Jinhuan didn't know why, and didn't know what to say, but he still responded to her with a smile.

Afterwards, An Tinglan held her in his arms, and his hand wrapped Wen Jinhuan's, a very generous and warm palm.

They walked in together, and they were very close.

It was the first time they held hands like this, and An Tinglan took the initiative to hold hands, the movement was very natural.

In the past, their most intimate gesture was Wen Jinhuan holding his arm, and An Tinglan would not express anything.

Wen Jinhuan glanced sideways at An Tinglan secretly. He never expressed his feelings on his face. She knew what he was doing now, but it was just for everyone to see.

Walking into the main hall, An Tinglan reached out to wrap her arms around her waist, laying a thick coat and clothes, Wen Jinhuan could imagine the warmth of her hands.

When they entered the door, Mrs. An said, "Ting Lan, Qianqian is here."

"Grandma, grandpa." Wen Jinhuan called obediently.

Seeing An Tinglan's actions, Mrs. An smiled happily and narrowed her eyes.

He raised his hand to beckon her over, "Come and meet uncles."

At this time, everyone in the hall looked over, and countless pairs of eyes stared at them.

An Tinglan brought her over and introduced her one by one, and Wen Jinhuan called for her one by one.

After calling someone, the elders handed Wen Jinhuan a red envelope.

Wen Jinhuan was stunned for a moment, but didn't dare to answer. She looked at An Tinglan and asked him what to do with her eyes.

An Tinglan smiled lightly and told her to accept the elder's blessing.

Mrs. An also responded and asked her to accept the red envelopes. The red envelopes given by the elders are blessings.

Because the wedding was not held, these elders did not come, and giving blessings now is also a blessing for their marriage.

Then Wen Jinhuan accepted these blessings one by one.

Today, An Tinglan stayed with her the whole time, and she seemed to be inseparable. Every time, the farthest place was within reach.

So, they were teased and had a good relationship.

Wen Jinhuan always faced everyone with a decent smile on his face, thinking in his heart that An Tinglan was a little good at pretending.

It was snowing outside, and there was a stove in the house. Everyone gathered around the stove to talk, drink tea and eat.

An's old house has an old-fashioned style, and many things remain the same as before, such as heating or burning a stove now, because Mrs. An and the old man like and are used to this way.

In their words, this is the only way to be lively. Everyone gathers together and laughs constantly.

An Tinglan was reticent and rarely joined the conversation.

Even Wen Jinhuan had nothing to say, and sat quietly.

Children are the most fun, chasing and playing.

Wen Jinhuan was bored sitting, the stove was very hot, and it became hot after sitting for a long time, she was yawning and wanted to doze off.

She took out her mobile phone to check the time. She got up and was about to leave the stool. An Tinglan immediately looked at her and asked her, "Where are you going?"

Coincidentally, this sentence was heard by the people sitting next to them, and several people cast their gazes over. An aunt joked: "The relationship between the two is really good, and they can't be separated for a moment."

Wen Jinhuan felt slightly embarrassed when she heard this, she said:
"Go to the bathroom."

An Tinglan didn't care much about their jokes, so she asked, "Shall I go with you?"

Wen Jinhuan shook his head lightly, "No, you can chat with everyone here."

An Tinglan got up, as if no one else helped her straighten her scarf and hair, and said: "Go."

"..."

Wen Jinhuan could only shake his head in his heart, unable to pretend to be him.

She went to the bathroom on the first floor, and came out after washing her hands. The children outside were playing snowball fights, and they were having a great time chasing each other.

Wen Jinhuan just stood here without moving, looking at them.

Not long after, An Tinglan came to find him.

"Why didn't you go back, it's so cold standing here."

There was a bit of blame and concern in his tone.

Wen Jinhuan had just finished washing his hands, so his hands were extremely cold and flushed from the cold. After standing here for a long time, his nose also turned red.

She sniffed and replied, "It's okay, come out and get some air."

This happened to be the side door of the old house. The side door was open, but it wasn't like a child opened the door and ran out to play, and then left it open.

Standing here for a long time, the temperature is as cold as standing in the snow, and the cold wind is biting.

"Stupid from the cold?" An Tinglan said, "Blowing the cold wind here and talking about breathing."

"..."

Wen Jinhuan looked at the group of children in the snow and asked, "Have you ever played snowball fights?"

"Don't play, it's too childish." He said.

He followed Wen Jinhuan's gaze and saw the children having fun.

Suddenly, a child saw them and shouted: "Cousin, cousin, are you coming to play with us?"

Wen Jinhuan looked at him sideways, "I told you to play, huh?"

An Tinglan snorted, "No, childish, I'm not a child."

"..."

At the same time, the children continued to call them, three or four children shouted in unison, and the voice was loud.

Then two children ran over, their little faces were flushed, their eyes were twinkling, and each of them grabbed Wen Jinhuan's hand.

Looking up at Wen Jinhuan with big twinkling eyes, she is very cute.

"My cousin will play with us."

They dragged Wen Jinhuan out from left and right, maybe it was because she looked gentle and easy to talk, children only dared to pull her.

Unlike An Tinglan, when he is not talking, his face is expressionless, and the children dare not look for him.

Wen Jinhuan was taken by them to play together for a while, and they even built a few snowmen.

One big snowman and seven little snowmen.

An Tinglan stood here unmoved and looked at them, looking carefully, there was a bit of helplessness in her eyes.

He didn't know that Wen Jinhuan had such a side.

Wen Jinhuan stood in front of the snowman, holding a branch in his hand, pointing to several snowmen.

I told a story to a few children, and they listened with gusto, their big dark and bright eyes flickering.

After a while, many adults came over. Seeing this scene, no one stepped forward, they all stood beside An Tinglan. After a while, there was no room for people at the small gate, and they even stood a few floors apart.

Wen Jinhuan was in front of the children, acting like a king of children, and all the children quietly listened to her storytelling.

Wen Jinhuan turned his head while talking, and suddenly saw the person at the door.

The voice in her mouth disappeared automatically, the expression on her face froze, she was very embarrassed, she didn't know when everyone came and how long they had been listening.

She was talking nonsense just now, and she described it vividly.

It's okay in front of children, but it's embarrassing in front of adults.

Wen Jinhuan twitched the corners of his mouth and raised his hand, "Hi, when did you guys come out?"

The key is the smiles on the faces of those adults...

My cousin said, "I've been watching it for a while."

The children heard the reputation and went back, and when they saw their parents, they all called their parents and ran back.

Wen Jinhuan felt very dead, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, she glared at someone, and asked him why he didn't remind him.

An Tinglan said to her, "Why don't you come over?"

Wen Jinhuan snorted, patted the snow slag on his hands, threw away the dead branches, and then raised his feet and walked towards him.

"I don't know it's cold after being outside for so long." An Tinglan's voice contained a hint of pampering that was hard to detect. He stretched out his hands to wrap Wen Jinhuan's hands, rubbed them gently, and warmed her hands.

Wen Jinhuan lowered his head slightly, looking like he was being taught, and muttered in a low voice, "Kids are not afraid of the cold."

Suddenly, someone flicked her forehead.

"You are not a child, who is a child?"

"..."

"Who would play so naively at such an age like you? This is not what a child is." An Tinglan said.

He continued to help Wen Jinhuan warm his hands. Wen Jinhuan's hands had been touching the snow for too long, and they became red and cold. She felt cold, but An Tinglan didn't show any signs of impatience.

The child next to him was taken away by the adults and brought into the house to warm up.

After everyone finished walking, Wen Jinhuan's hands finally warmed up, while An Tinglan's hands had already turned cold.

She got closer and said to him: "Okay, there is no one else, so we don't have to act."

"..."

After the words fell, An Tinglan's hands froze, and he stared at Wen Jinhuan, his eyes were deep and obscure, and his face was expressionless.

Immediately, he let go of Wen Jinhuan's hand and said, "Go back."

Wen Jinhuan nodded, put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and walked inside.

An Tinglan walked behind.

The two returned to the main hall one after the other. Everyone looked at it, and no one showed any abnormal behavior.

During dinner, Wen Jinhuan drank some wine. Anjia's wine is very delicious, especially in winter, it can warm up the body.

The jug was heated on the stove, and the aroma of the wine wafted out. Before the meal was served, several young people drank a little uncontrollably.

Among them is Wen Jinhuan.

She didn't know that An's family still had such wine.

She was greedy and drank a few more glasses, her face was drunk, and she looked at An Tinglan with rippling water in her eyes.At this time, dinner was over, and everyone was chatting.

"When Ting Lan and Qianqian plan to have a child, Ting Lan is ready to turn [-]."

I don't know who spoke first, but echoes sounded out.

"Yeah, looking at Qianqian's appearance, she must like children very much. You can see that she played with children this afternoon."

"The two of them have such great looks, the baby must be very beautiful."

"Yes."

"..."

Mrs. An took advantage of the situation and called An Tinglan, "You heard it all, so when will you have a child?"

Wen Jinhuan's consciousness was not so clear, before he realized that everyone's topic had turned to her and An Tinglan.

She blinked and stared at An Tinglan. He was wearing an apricot white woolen sweater. Before eating, he took off his black overcoat. The color of the woolen sweater made him very white and young.

Wen Jinhuan couldn't help sticking out the tip of her tongue and licking her lips. Suddenly, her hand on her knee was grabbed by a big hand, and Wen Jinhuan suddenly realized it.

Next, I heard An Tinglan say: "Grandma, Qianqian is still young, I'm not in a hurry."

After hearing the words, Mrs. An couldn't say any more words of admonition.

She knew that Wen Jinhuan was young, after all, she married as soon as she graduated from university.

Seeing that they couldn't stay here any longer, everyone wanted to ask about their situation and launched an offensive against them for having children.

An Tinglan quickly took Wen Jinhuan away from here, and became the first person to leave.

When he got home, Wen Jinhuan got drunk, his cheeks were flushed, and he leaned quietly against the car window with his eyes closed.

Seeing this, An Tinglan reluctantly carried her out of the car.

After picking her up, he regretted it.

Wen Jinhuan was only peaceful and quiet when he was sitting, and it took him a while before he walked up to the stairs.

Her hands became restless, and she fumbled around An Tinglan's chest.

An Tinglan said in a low voice, "Don't move."

"..."

Wen Jinhuan's small mouth immediately pouted, showing aggrieved state, his face was wrinkled into a piece of rubbed paper.

An Tinglan was speechless, and lightly snorted.

After a few seconds, before reaching the second floor, Wen Jinhuan's hands started to mess up again.

An Tinglan suppressed the idea of ​​throwing her out.

(End of this chapter)