No. 1 new love: the president is affectionate

Chapter 893 With You (41)

Nan Yuesheng threw away his arm, "Xu Mohan, what do you mean? My childhood friend and I don't see each other except sometimes chatting online. Why aren't we pure friends?"

"I don't mean that."

"Then what do you mean?"

Xu Mohan stood still, pursed his lips and looked at her, "You must argue with me about this?"

"It was you who said it first, okay?" Nan Yuesheng continued, "If you have listed so many of my problems, are you okay? If you still love me as much as before, will I have so many problems? ?”

"You mean, all the sources are my fault?"

"Is not it?"

Xu Mohan's face was solemn, "It seems that, as my father said, I have spoiled you in these few years of married life."

"So, the way I am now is all caused by you, and you are still talking about me here."

"I won't spoil you any more in the future."

Seeing him go, Nan Yuesheng came to his senses and hurriedly chased after him, "You mean, you won't treat me well again, right?"

Xu Mohan didn't speak, but she kept chasing after her and asking questions.

Back in the bedroom, Xu Mohan turned his head, the sharp eyes made Nan Yuesheng shut up.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you want to eat me?"

"I'm going to rest, be quiet."

Seeing him lying down and closing his eyes to fall asleep, Nan Yuesheng climbed into the bed and wanted to pillow his arm, Xu Mohan turned his back to her.

She forced his body to come over, "Hold me."

Xu Mohan turned sideways again, and she hugged his waist from behind, "Honey, don't do this."

He opened his eyes, his eyes darkened.

His heart looked like it had been torn apart, and he had truly seen what it was that he couldn't explain.

The sweetness of love in the past seems to be the same as yesterday, so close at hand.

Which couple who got married because of love didn't go for a long time?

Now, this kind of marriage has become a chicken rib, tasteless after eating, and it's a pity to throw it away.

What's more, there is a child between them.

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"Have you finished taking a shower?" Ah Hou plugged in the hair dryer, "Come on, I'll blow your hair."

Listen, wearing a nightgown, walked towards her, "I can blow it myself."

"This big hair dryer is heavy. Let me do it. Idle is idle." She pressed the switch, and the humming sound of the hair dryer sounded, and Listen stood there without moving.

Ah Hou gently dried his hair, and then dried it for the stars who came out.

"Ah, can you tell stories?"

"Of course, do you want to hear a story?"

"Other children will have their parents to accompany them to sleep and tell stories. Our mother is now occupied by my father to death. Ah Hou, please tell us stories, especially those fantastic experiences. I want to hear them."

Ah Hou readily agreed, "Okay, but are you afraid?"

"No, I'm not afraid. I'm a little man, and a man is very courageous."

Ah Hou waited for him to dry his hair and put away the hair dryer. She was about to sleep at the end of the bed when the stars stopped her, "You lie so far away, it sounds so hard to us, come here."

The distance between the head of the bed and the end of the bed, is it difficult to obey?

To Ah Hou, these two are little masters, if the little master speaks, how dare she refuse?
She lay numb on the outside, the twins lay on the inside, and the stars next to her.

Ah Hou dimmed the lights so that they could fall asleep easily.

(End of this chapter)