Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 1078 Thank You, Husband
In the living room, An Yan was sitting on the soft sofa, her slender and straight calves soaking in the steaming hot water.

The slightly hot water wrapped around the skin of her legs, and warmth rose up from the soles of her feet. An Yan felt that her whole body became warm.

A man in a shirt and trousers was half squatting in front of her, his strong arm muscles bulging, his long and strong fingers dipped in reddish-brown potion, massaging her soles and ankles inch by inch.

The man's fingertips felt rough and pressed against her soft skin, causing a slight friction sensation and causing waves of indescribable itchiness.

However, the man's expression was solemn and serious, his slightly lowered eyes were staring at An Yan's delicate feet, and the corners of his lips were tense, as if he was studying some diluted treasure.

Such flirtatious and unknowing concentration made An Yan's cheeks involuntarily stained with a layer of crimson, and she curled her toes shyly, trying to pull her feet back.

"I can do it myself..."

An Yan made a sound, but before she could finish speaking, a big hand pressed her ankles again and pulled her feet back again.

Zhan Mochen raised his head and glanced at An Yan, his eyes full of affection and seriousness: "Don't move!"

An Yan's feet were tightly held in his hands. She tried to struggle but couldn't move at all, so she had no choice but to let him hold her delicate white ankles and continue to massage them gently.

Time passed by, and the hot water in the bucket gradually became colder.

Zhan Mochen glanced at the time, took a clean towel and helped An Yan dry her feet, and then carried her upstairs.

An Yan held his neck with her hands and nestled her face on his shoulder. She didn't know that the soles of her feet were warm, and her heart was also warm.

Zhan Mochen put An Yan on the big bed, then found a map of human body massage acupuncture points, and compared it with the information Ding Hao had found for him, he started to massage An Yan's whole body in a strict manner.

The man's big hands were strong and gentle, and An Yan's whole body relaxed under Zhan Mochen's meticulous massage.

She never thought that the dignified war master would actually help her do these things in person, and she was still a little embarrassed in her shyness.

Seeing the beads of sweat on Zhan Mochen's forehead, she quickly took a tissue and wiped it for him.

"That's it for today. Can we rest early?"

Zhan Mochen lowered his head and obediently let An Yan help him wipe the sweat from his forehead, but his tone was particularly firm: "It's not good."

"I asked, and they said that a full-body massage will take no less than eight to 10 minutes each time to achieve the effect. If you are tired, go to bed first."

After Zhan Mochen finished speaking, he continued to ponder the technique. His serious look made An Yan couldn't help but feel moved.

Under the warm yellow light of the master bedroom, a handsome man was doing something completely inappropriate for his status.

But he didn't show any impatience or perfunctoryness, his deep eyes were only full of concentration and care.

An Yan looked up at Zhan Mochen for a long time, and the emotions in her heart slowly gathered into a turbulent ocean as time passed.

When the massage was about to end, she finally couldn't help the surging love in her heart and took the initiative to kiss Zhan Mochen.

"Thank you husband."

Her soft lips carefully traced the man's handsome outline, and all the sweet words turned into a whisper, which made people indulge.

Zhan Mochen was originally obsessed with this flawless body, but when the little woman kissed him with her soft, jelly-like lips, all his reason collapsed on the spot.

"Yanyan!" He shouted with blood surging, and he couldn't help but leaned over and swallowed up all her sweetness.

The temperature in the room rose sharply, and the atmosphere quickly became fiery and charming.

The two people who were entangled with each other found the acupuncture point map under the bed, and shyly stayed on the floor to peek at the beauty of the room.

...As the Chinese New Year approaches, the streets and alleys of Haicheng become lively.

People buying New Year's goods crowded major supermarkets, and small stalls selling Spring Festival couplets began to appear in communities.

Qin Shu got off Ye Huan's car and was stopped by the vendors at the stairs.

"Girl, do you want to buy Spring Festival couplets? These are carefully selected Spring Festival couplets from our community property. They have good meanings and exquisite workmanship. Paste them on the door to ensure that you will have a lot of money in the coming year!"

The vendor introduced it enthusiastically, glanced at Qin Shu's obviously bulging waist, and added with a smile: "I can also guarantee that you will have a fat boy next year!"

"No, thank you..." Qin Shu subconsciously refused.

A pair of slender hands stretched out from the side and took the Spring Festival couplets handed over by the vendor.

"We want this pair." Ye Huan quickly scanned the QR code to pay. He didn't know whether he was interested in the Spring Festival couplets or the vendor's last blessing.

After paying, Ye Huan stuffed the Spring Festival couplets into Qin Shu's bag and carefully carried her upstairs.

When he arrived at the door of his house, Qin Shu subconsciously stopped for a moment, looked at the door frame, and reminded Ye Huan.

"The Spring Festival couplets just now were too wide and would not fit on this door."

"Well, I didn't plan on posting it here."

Ye Huan helped Qin Shu enter the door, helped her take off her cashmere coat, hung up her bag, led her to the living room, and pressed her on the sofa.

"From now on, you just sit here and don't move. I'll pack your things and someone will come and move them later."

"Where are you going?"

Qin Shu shrank subconsciously, clenched his fingers tightly, and resisted: "I don't want to move. It's good for me to live here."

"What's good? This community doesn't even have a serious security guard. It's not safe for you to live here. And the place here is small. I want to hire a nanny to take care of you, but it's not convenient."

Ye Huan was minding his own business as he pulled out his suitcase from the balcony and started packing.

Qin Shu held his stomach and sat quietly on the sofa. On his pretty face, a pair of gloomy eyes became bigger and brighter due to weight loss.

It's just that these clear eyes, which used to be full of tenderness, are now full of sadness and confusion most of the time.

After looking at Ye Huan intently for a while, Qin Shu finally couldn't help but stop him when she saw him starting to pack her clothes.

"Ye Huan, please go back. I don't want to move, and I don't need a nanny. I can do it alone."

"I don't think so." Ye Huan kept holding on and turned around to give Qin Shu a reassuring smile: "You are my Mrs. Ye, and you should enjoy the treatment that Mrs. Ye deserves."

"But you clearly know that none of your family members like me..."

Qin Shu retorted angrily. Halfway through his words, he couldn't help but blush.

"Xiao Shu!" Ye Huan panicked when he saw this, so he had to stop what he was doing, come over and hug her into his arms to persuade her.

"Who said that everyone in the family doesn't like you? My dad has always been serious and never says anything nice to others. Don't take it to heart. My mom and sister both like you very much. My mom also said Let me take you home for a reunion dinner during the Chinese New Year..."

Ye Huan coaxed her with nice words, but Qin Shu never said a word, just nestled in his arms, and her big tears kept falling.

In the blur of tears, the previous memory rolled out from the bottom of his heart again, like a scar that could not be healed. No matter how Qin Shu ignored it, he would still be in pain.

(End of this chapter)