The wife dominates the workplace, and the president takes care of the baby

Chapter 72 A Gentle Goodnight Kiss
Lin Yurong frowned, looked at him and said: "You don't have to do everything yourself, let the people under your hands do it, and the Yun family, I will tell your father when he comes back, you first Go upstairs to see Yan Qing and that child."

That child was crying so pitifully, she just couldn't bear to see it.

What's more, now that she knows it's her own grandson, Yan Xiurong and Yun Heng dare to do this, she has the intention of killing them.

"It's too late today, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

He nodded.

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When Yan Huaiwen returned upstairs, the night was already dark.

There is only one small night light on in the room, but it exudes a warm glow.

The light was dim, and there was only the sound of quiet breathing in the room.

Runrun has been lulled to sleep, her long eyelashes are like a small fan, leaving a beautiful arc.

But his little hands were still grabbing Yan Qing's hair, refusing to let go, as if he could absorb the smell and temperature of his mother.

The sound of opening the door was very soft, but Yan Qing still heard it, and she opened her sleepy eyes with clear eyes.

But she could only roll her eyes, because the little guy was holding her hair at the moment, and she couldn't move her head.

From the corner of her eye, she saw who was coming in, and her tense heartstrings were finally relaxed.

The man's tall figure came to the bed in an instant, Yan Qing didn't ask him how he dealt with the two of them, but opened his mouth silently to him, and said, "Run Run is asleep, let's keep our voices down."

Yan Qing didn't care what happened to Yan Xiurong and Yun Heng at this time, seeing that Runrun was still intact by her side, her heart was at ease.

She slapped Yunheng and Yan Xiurong broke her wrist, she felt enough was enough.

She has such a personality, she recovers quickly and forgets quickly, and she will never let the past embarrass herself for more than a minute.

Yan Huaiwen looked down at the woman and child lying on the bed, which only occupied one-third of the bed.

He was clearly familiar with this room, but something changed in an instant.

He felt that this bed, this room, and his heart were already filled with just one big one and one small one.

It's so full that it can't hold anything else.

He approached the bed lightly, looking at the moist sleeping face, the small nose was still obviously red, the eyeballs under the eyelids were still moving uneasily, the eyelashes were shaking slightly, and he didn't know what dream he was having.

Yan Huaiwen wanted to touch the child's face, but the hand that wanted to touch stretched out halfway, then withdrew again.

Yan Qing saw the emotion in his eyes.

Like the layers of waves rising in the silent deep sea, what is surging underneath is temporarily covered under the calm.

She grabbed his hand that was stagnant in mid-air, and whispered, "It's ok, like this."

Then he took his big hand and gently placed it on Runrun's body, patting it rhythmically.

Yan Huaiwen even breathed lightly, the little guy slept deeply, he could feel the ups and downs of the child's breath and breath in the palm of his hand, he could even feel the beating of the little heart.

Vigorous and powerful, this little thing is his and Yan Qing's son.

He bent over and just kept watching without feeling tired.

Xu Shi felt that there was another big hand patting him, which brought him an infinite sense of security. Runrun fell into a dreamland, breathing long and evenly, and let go of his little hand after a while.

Yan Qing, who had been "squeezed out of her hair" all the time, was relieved, she was finally able to turn over and change her movements, her neck was already stiff.

Putting the child to sleep, she is not bald, it is all supported by the volume of hair.

Finally able to change into a beautiful posture, she carefully sat up and brushed her hair.

Now she was able to take a good look at Yan Huaiwen's expression, and saw that he had returned to normal, calm and calm, with a warm radiance in his eyes.

It seemed that the feeling that the storm was about to hit just now was just her illusion.

Seeing her looking at him all the time, Yan Huaiwen opened his arms and said in a low voice, "Yanyan, come here and give me a hug."

Yan Qing smiled, why does he want to be hugged like a child.

But she still landed on the ground neatly, stretched her arms around his thin waist, and hugged him tightly, Yan Qing was also healed in this warm embrace.

After a long time, when she wanted to back away, he grabbed her waist and pulled her back into his arms again.

The deep voice contained deep nostalgia: "Don't move, let me hug you for a while."

He buried his head in her neck again, smelling her scent, and tightened his arms.

Yan Qing also softened her body, and hugged the man back even harder.

Tonight, she saw a different side of Yan Huaiwen, and seemed to understand him better.

When he stopped Yan Xiurong, his body was filled with cruelty and bloodthirsty, even she was a little afraid.

But at this moment, what she felt was...fragility.

She didn't understand why this kind of emotion appeared on Yan Huaiwen, but she really felt it.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked softly.

The man didn't answer, but rubbed against her neck more vigorously.

Yan Qing couldn't help laughing, it would be good if she didn't speak like this, so she could feel each other more clearly, she could only hear the breathing and heartbeat of the two of them in her ears, which gradually became the same frequency.

This embrace was too warm and thick, within a short while, she leaned on Yan Huaiwen completely, feeling a little drowsy.

For a long time, when her thoughts drifted away and she was in a daze, the man's hoarse voice rang in her ears.

"Yanyan, why is the child named Runrun?"

Yan Huaiwen was suddenly curious about everything about this little guy.

Yan Qing cheered up, and said softly: "Because when he was just born...um...how should I put it?"

She is hard to describe, simply put, she is ugly and crying.

There's no such thing as the white, fat and lovely look in the TV series, it's completely wrinkled, and the arms and legs are as thin as hemp sticks, but she can't say that.

He guessed the possible reason: "Do you love to cry? Or are your eyes moist?"

Yan Qing shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "That's not true, he was dry at that time, like a thin monkey, and he was short of water at first sight, so I named him a name that sounded very moist."

"Is this a good nickname? It didn't become chubby until it grew, and it was a little too moist."

Yan Huaiwen raised his head and looked into her somewhat smug eyes. After a long time, he said slowly: "Very good, it sounds very good. You have raised him very well."

After a while, he asked again: "Will it hurt?"

Yan Qing, who fell into a daze again, asked suspiciously: "What?"

He wanted to ask, did it hurt when giving birth to Runrun?

Did it hurt when you were hit by Yan Xiurong?

During the three years without him, would it hurt to dream back at midnight?
Yan Qing's eyelids were already fighting with sleepiness, and he tried to answer him with sleepiness: "What, does it hurt?"

He stared at her deeply. These questions already had answers without asking them.

Obviously the people who need to be comforted the most at this moment are Runrun and her, but Yan Qing is still coaxing herself.

Although he had a lot to say, he held back.

Yan Huaiwen stroked her hair lightly, and said in a warm voice, "I've been tired all day, go to bed early."

Thus, Yan Qing was hugged back to the bed, and her body sank into the soft mattress.

The man with a face like a crown of jade tucked her in the quilt, then bent down and kissed her softly good night on her face.

It seemed that any heavier weight would break her.

　Good night kiss to everyone, mua~~
　　Thank you guys for your support!grateful

　　
　
(End of this chapter)