Pamper your waist

An Yan saw that he came empty-handed and thought he was in a hurry or didn't understand the custom of visiting relatives and friends.

After all, he grew up abroad and had few relatives, so it was normal for him not to know.

She thought for a moment and pulled him to a relatively large supermarket nearby.

At first, Sheng Yanchen thought she had forgotten something, so he accompanied her without saying anything.

But when he saw her heading straight to the gift area, he suddenly realized what she meant.

He was a little dumbfounded.

In her eyes, is he just so careless and ungrounded?

He smiled and pulled her back, putting back the gift box she had just taken down.

"I just went back to grandma's house, and when I saw you weren't there, I came out to look for you."

"The gifts have already been placed at home. Don't worry. I still understand this etiquette. You are still worried that I will come empty-handed. Are you looking down on me?"

He reached out and pinched her cheek, then pulled her out of the supermarket and walked home.

As soon as she entered the door, An Yan realized that she had indeed been worrying too much about this matter.

His etiquette was a little too thoughtful.

Things were piled all over the floor in the living room. The originally spacious place seemed very crowded.

There are all kinds of food and supplies here, all brought by him.

An Yan took a cursory glance and found that many of them were foreign products, which he should have bought before returning to China.

He didn't care about her, grandma, or daughter.

Grandma is sorting and packing there, but because there are so many things, she probably won’t be able to finish them in a while.

"You kid, I told you not to spend any money, but you ended up buying so much."

"I'm an old woman. I usually live by myself. I can eat as much as I want. When you go back, take all this with you. Don't waste it."

"Ozawa, don't do this again next time. Just treat grandma's place as your own home. How can anyone be so polite every time they come home?"

Sheng Yanchen smiled. He knew that the old man was used to being frugal, but now he just wanted An Yan and the people she cared about to live a better life, be stable and happy.

"Grandma who doesn't waste anything, now that the weather is cold, things can be saved."

"If it doesn't work, I will replace it with a larger refrigerator for you."

"Just keep these things and eat them slowly. Yanyan and I usually don't have time to come back. If you live well, we can feel at ease, right?"

As Sheng Yanchen spoke, he took off his coat and rubbed his hands. After his hands were warm, he went over and picked up his daughter.

"Come, come to daddy, let daddy give you a hug."

"Did you miss Dad?"

Nannan never resisted him, she opened her little hands for him to hold, and even called out clearly.

"dad!"

Now that Nannan is one year old, she no longer just utters some syllables unconsciously.

She is now very familiar with Sheng Yanchen, and every time she sees him, she takes the initiative to call him daddy.

From being vague at the beginning to gradually becoming clearer now, Sheng Yanchen has witnessed the little guy's growth step by step.

An Yan actually didn't want him to guide the child like this. She kept saying it at first, but she couldn't control it, so in the end she had to let it go.

Sheng Yanchen has always been very kind and loving to his daughter, and has never cared about the child's identity.

Sometimes even An Yan felt that he seemed to really regard Nannan as his own daughter.

They were just like any ordinary couple, without any barriers and living an ordinary life.

He was always so calm that sometimes, An Yan would forget about the insurmountable and unsolvable obstacles between them. …

Since Sheng Yanchen arrived, the atmosphere at home has obviously become much more lively.

I have to say that he is really a person with high emotional intelligence.

As long as he is willing, there should be no one he can't handle.

Grandma was coaxed into a happy mood by him every day, smiling from ear to ear.

Not to mention Nannan, she always likes to stick to him, and with him around, she doesn't feel good as a mother.

Even An Yan herself is not like this.

Didn't the beginning of her relationship with him begin with his persistent entanglement?

It was him who made her reason run away from home time and time again, and finally she fell into this crazy whirlpool with him, from which it was difficult to escape.

After dinner that day, grandma went to the small warehouse and took out all the fireworks in the house.

"While Ozawa is here, you can take these and put them away."

"My relatives brought a lot of them this year. Yanyan and I don't like to touch these things, so we just keep throwing them there."

Sheng Yanchen naturally agreed without saying a word.

He looked at it, picked a larger fireworks, and moved it to the middle of the yard.

He subconsciously took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, intending to light one to light the fireworks and take a few puffs to refresh himself.

But as soon as he took it out, he realized that he was at his grandma's house and smoking seemed inappropriate, so he put the cigarette back.

He cautiously turned his head and glanced at An Yan. She seemed not to be unhappy at all, then he coughed dryly and explained in a low voice.

"I'm quitting smoking hard, and I haven't touched it much recently. I only smoke one or two occasionally when I'm not feeling well."

An Yan actually didn't want to interfere too forcefully with some of his living habits.

Didn't someone say something like this? To like someone is to be able to accept and tolerate everything about him.

She walked over, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out one and stuffed it into his mouth, then lit the lighter and leaned over.

Sheng Yanchen took a breath, and the smoke drifted away...

He narrowed his eyes and looked at her quietly.

His handsome face was hidden behind the hazy smoke, with a kind of evil beauty, deep and flamboyant.

An Yan pinched the cigarette, took it over, looked at him and whispered softly.

"Your eyes are not good, so it's better to be careful."

"You stay here, I'll release you."

Sheng Yanchen smiled and took her hand, taking the cigarette back from her hand.

"This level of light doesn't matter. Lighting fireworks is something men should do."

"How could I let you stand in front of such a dangerous thing? I'll do it, and you'll just watch from here."

With that said, he didn't give An Yan a chance to refuse. He walked over directly, lit the fuse, and then jogged all the way back to her.

He hugged her gently from behind, resting his chin on the crook of her neck, and watched the brilliant fireworks in the sky with her.

The smell of burning fireworks is the most soothing to mortal hearts.

It's night and the temperature has dropped.

However, having each other by their side, fingers clasped together, sharing this prosperous and splendid moment is enough to dispel all the chill and make them feel warm from the bottom of their hearts.

Grandma stood in the house, holding her daughter and looking out through the window.