The 365-day trial marriage of the male god: the sweet wife is a bit wild

Chapter 882
Put the phone aside and continue to sleep with Qin Youxuan in his arms.

From day to night, Qin Youxuan stretched contentedly and yawned comfortably.

"Are you hungry? The butler came up to urge dinner several times." Shan Hanjie fished her out of the bed and held her in his arms.

Qin Youxuan's stomach was right between the two of them, and when Shan Hanjie hugged her tightly, he could immediately feel the little guy's protest.

The little feet kicked vigorously, as if they wanted to kick Shan Hanjie away.

"Don't hug him too tightly, he will kick me again when he feels uncomfortable." Qin Youxuan sighed.

The baby who was only four months old didn't know how the fetus moved so frequently, and every foot made her gasp in pain.

"I'm the one who suffers now, why can't I even hug my own wife?" Shan Hanjie narrowed his evil eyes, staring closely at Qin Youxuan's troublesome stomach.

I can't wait to take the little guy out in advance and beat him up.

"Don't bully my son."

Qin Youxuan stretched out her hands to protect her stomach, and climbed off the bed.

Standing on the ground, he opened his arms and waved twice before he felt alive again.

Before Shan Hanjie could hug her, he took the initiative to walk out the door.

I'm so hungry after sleeping for so long.

"Young Mistress, first have a bowl of soup as an appetizer, and you will eat more later." The butler waited on Qin Youxuan when he saw Qin Youxuan entering the restaurant.

As soon as he put the soup bowl in front of Qin Youxuan, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Shan Hanjie walking in with a dark face.

He bowed respectfully, "Master Jie."

Shan Hanjie didn't even raise the corners of his eyes, he stared straight at Qin Youxuan's stomach, his deep black eyes were filled with displeasure, he walked straight to the dining table, and pushed back the chair heavily.

Qin Youxuan just took a sip of the soup, and was taken aback by him, and looked up at him, ignoring him.

Go ahead and drink the soup.

After drinking the soup, Qin Youxuan asked the housekeeper to scoop up rice for her, and after eating two bowls in a row, she touched her rounder belly and smacked her mouth in satisfaction.

"I'm stuffed."

Turning her head to look, Shan Hanjie kept looking at her, not even taking a sip of the soup in front of her, let alone eating.

"Qin Youxuan, you can ignore me even more."

"..."

Qin Youxuan was startled, and blinked her cat eyes innocently, "Aren't you in front of me, watching, why are you ignoring me?"

"In your eyes, besides your son, can you accommodate others?" Shan Hanjie opened and closed his thin lips, gnashing his teeth.

In a word, the question is full of sour taste.

"Who said that? In my eyes, I can only accommodate you. How can I have a son!"

The son is in the belly, not in the eyes.

Qin Youxuan silently added in her heart.

He moved the chair, sat next to Shan Hanjie, put his hands on the dining table, pressed his small face on it, and tilted his head to look at him.

"It's all about you now, what do you want to eat? How about I feed you instead?"

"..."

Shan Hanjie snorted coldly, picked up the spoon slowly, and took a sip of the soup.

Turning around, she saw Qin Youxuan looking at him with a smile, her mood immediately improved, as if she had won a battle, she glanced at her stomach, raised the corners of her mouth, and ate slowly.

For one meal, the two of them took the time to eat two meals.

When Shan Hanjie was full, Qin Youxuan almost fell asleep lying on the dining table.

Noticing Shan Hanjie's frowning in displeasure, he immediately defended himself, "You're handsome again, and you'll be intoxicated if you look at him twice."

"..."

Shan Hanjie was slightly taken aback, reached out and grabbed her little hand, pulling her into his arms.

He lowered his head and covered her mouth.

"Qin Youxuan, I haven't eaten meat for almost a month."

(End of this chapter)