The happy life of crossing

Chapter 11

Xia An'an swallowed her saliva, stood up slowly, and said in a dry voice, "You...haven't slept yet?" Qian Yu is her son, mother and child are connected, she can make out with him as much as she wants, but how to deal with this Her husband Xia An'an, who has complicated entanglements, still doesn't know how to face her.

Her aloof husband nodded, his voice was always cold, "Qianyu is sleeping with you?"

"Ah."

Gao Leng's husband didn't speak until Xia An'an felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and when he was about to say good night to him, he heard him say: "He likes to kick people when he sleeps, so be careful."

Xia Anan pursed her lips and smiled, "It's okay."

Gao Leng's old bus was about to turn around and leave after waiting for the confession. Xia An'an suddenly thought of what Huo's mother had said to her just now, and thought of the difficulty of this man's journey. Before he closed the door, she said to him again: "Thank you Mingxuan."

The half-closed door suddenly opened, revealing that unsmiling face, "Huh?"

Xia Anan avoided his gaze, "Thank you for not giving up on me."

In the man's originally deep eyes, two clusters of bright colors suddenly appeared, and there was a trace of warmth that was not easy to detect on his usually serious face.

"You are my wife, so naturally I will not give up on you."

Hearing what he said, Xia An felt a little complicated for a while.We are husband and wife, we are a family, so we stand together through thick and thin.

Therefore, no matter how much she tosses, he will never leave her.

I am really not satisfied in this life, but I don't know how to cherish such a good husband.

For some reason, Xia An'an suddenly wanted to cry.

This was the last word he said to her, and after he finished speaking, he closed the door.

The little girl Qianyu moved very quickly, and within a few minutes came to her room with a small cup and a washcloth with Winnie the Pooh on it.

For Qianyu, being able to wash with his mother is the happiest thing he has ever grown up to. They stand in front of the sink together, and he can see his mother in the mirror just by looking up. Her mouth is the same as his. Full of bubbles, when he looked at her, she would always smile at him softly, well, he really felt very happy and satisfied.

Xia An'an discovered that Qianyu's self-care ability is not built on, and he can clean himself up almost without her help, which is exactly the same as his meticulous father. It is not difficult to imagine that Huo Mingxuan was in his education How much thought was spent.

Thinking of this, Xia An'an was once again grateful to Huo Mingxuan.

Thank you for giving me such a wonderful son.

Lying on the bed, holding her son's limp body in her hands, Xia An'an felt her heart was full. She kissed his forehead lovingly, and whispered to him: "Qian Yu, Wasn't mom bad before?"

The little arm also went up to her neck, and the fleshy little hands rubbed her ears, and said in a soft voice: "No, mom is just unhappy. Dad said that mom is unhappy, it's been hard work, so I don't have the energy to come. Be nice to others."

Xia An'an's heart seemed to be rubbed by someone, "Your father really said that?"

The little guy nodded.

That aloof husband is quite patient and caring.

Xia An'an glanced at Qian Yu, and found that he was asleep, she gently hugged him closer, and kissed his little cheek.

It would be great if Qian Yu's father was lying with them now, that scene must be more warm.

Together with this thought, Xia An'an immediately became terrified, oh my god, what the hell is she thinking about?What is lying together?I'm not ashamed.

The next day, Xia An'an woke up earlier than usual. She carefully dressed and got out of bed, kissed Qian Yu's still sleeping face before tiptoeing out of the room.

The maid aunt has already woken up and is making breakfast. After Xia An'an greeted her, she asked her to rest and took over the unfinished work in her hands.

After baking the bread, sliced ​​it, and spread jam on it, just as Qianyu came down from the stairs fully dressed, Xia Anan handed him the warmed milk, "Drink a glass of milk first, and then mom will make a thick soup to eat." It's breakfast."

Qian Yu took it in a daze, looking at the neatly placed cups, plates and bowls on the table and the bread in the basket, she asked in surprise, "Did mom make these?"

Xia Anan blinked at him, "Of course."

Qian Yu immediately grinned approvingly, "That must be delicious." Seeing Huo Mingxuan coming down the stairs by accident, she immediately waved her chubby little hands to share her joy with him excitedly: "Dad, Mom will cook us breakfast today oh."

Huo Mingxuan was taken aback when he saw the figure busy at the dining table. When Xia Anan saw him, he smiled softly, "I'll help you bring in all the newspapers and magazines in the mailbox, and put them on the table."

Huo Mingxuan turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw the magazines and newspapers neatly placed on the table. A look of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he didn't ask any further questions. He walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the newspapers and read them.

Xia An'an glanced at him inadvertently, and his eyes were immediately attracted by him.

He changed into a dark blue shirt, and his whole person exuded a kind of elegant comfort. The light from the window fell on his slender knuckles, and he held the newspaper with his slender fingers. He didn't know what he saw. The content, the handsome face seemed a little tense, and it was because of this that it added to him the charm that only belongs to men when they are focused.

As if sensing that someone was looking at her, he slowly turned his head to look at her, Xia An'an hurriedly avoided his gaze, and said to him a little embarrassedly: "It's ok...have breakfast."

He nodded, his slender knuckles fluttered, and the newspaper had been folded by him and placed on the table.

(End of this chapter)