Chapter 223 Love Talks Well
Qin Anhao carried Song Ning back to the room, and saw Song Yizheng also followed after entering the room.

Feeling embarrassed.

Turning around, staring at Song Yizheng, he said, "What are you... doing in here?"

The child is still fussing and wants to eat.

Qin Anhao hugged her familiar feeling, and asked Song Ning to stretch out her tender little hands, and kept grabbing Qin Anhao's clothes.

Qin An knows that the child is hungry, but Song Yizheng is also there.

"sleep."

Hearing Qin Anhao's words, Song Yizheng stared at her for a while, then said two words unhurriedly, then sat on the bed, and suddenly fell down.

Seeing Song Yizheng's natural appearance, Qin An took a sigh of relief and wanted to send him away.

They have been sleeping in separate rooms these days, and they have long been used to it.

Qin Anhao hugged the child and stared at Song Yizheng, and finally gave up the idea of ​​blasting Song Yizheng because of the child's troubles; to put it simply, even if she didn't do anything to Song Yizheng, she should still consider the healthy growth of the child.

During the nine months of pregnancy, every time I took a pregnancy test, I saw pairs.

That's the rule.

She doesn't want her child to grow up and keep asking 'Why don't I have a daddy! '

Not caring where Song Yizheng slept, Qin Anhao turned around and sat down, with his back to Song Yizheng, carefully opened the clothes, fed the child, rubbed them, and then put the clothes back.

She suddenly remembered that she had read a sentence on Weibo before, "Women bleed seven days a month without dying, and can give birth to children and milk. The great creator only made something for men to poke around." '

Thinking of this, Qin Anhao got up, put the baby in the crib, patted it, and saw that the baby was asleep, then got up and went back to bed to sleep.

The double bed was already very big, and Qin Anhao and Song Yizheng each occupied half of it, separated by a distant air line.

Qin Anhao felt very tired. After going to bed, he closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I suddenly felt a tightness around my waist, and the temperature behind me was transmitted through the thin pajamas.

Qin An didn't struggle, but just stretched out his hand to take Song Yizheng's hand away, but the man tightened his grip, lowered his head and kissed her ear, "We've been together for a long time..."

"But I don't want to."

She didn't care who else Song Yizheng had touched, but she didn't want to be touched by him; she felt disgusted at the thought that he might be lingering with others.

Qin Anhao said that he didn't want to, Song Yizheng didn't leave immediately holding her hand, but tightened it slightly and then loosened it suddenly, and didn't speak again.

The atmosphere was silent for a long time.

Seeing that Song Yizheng was still holding him, Qin Anhao reached out and took his hand away.

After taking away the man's hand, Song Yizheng's hand did not cover it again.

Seeing that Song Yizheng had calmed down, Qin Anhao thought that Song Yizheng would not bring up this matter lightly, so he fell asleep in a daze, and woke up in the middle of the night because of the heat all over his body.

When she opened her eyes and saw the person lying on top of her, she thought she had fallen asleep and was having a spring/dream; but then, the numbness all over her body made her mind go blank.

He only heard the man chuckle and leaned into her ear and said: "I still said I don't want to." The warm breath spread throughout the whole body.

Well………

…………

Qin Anhao woke up late the next day. Thinking of the spring/dream he had last night, he immediately lifted the quilt and took a look. After feeling cold all over his body, he realized that last night was not a dream.

After the indulgence last night, there is still a residual sense of exhaustion in the body.

Thinking of the instigator, Qin Anhao turned his head and looked, surprised to find that Song Yizheng was still there; but the moment he saw him, Qin Anhao's previous anger suddenly disappeared, and he stared blankly at the man's sleeping face in a daze.

When she could see him every day, she thought she liked him; after they separated, she realized that it was not only liking, but also love.

At this time, Song Yizheng was close at hand and within reach.

Qin Anhao stretched out his hand involuntarily, trying to smooth his slightly frowning brow; but Song Yizheng slowly opened his loose eyes at this moment.

Feeling that Song Yizheng woke up, Qin Anhao's gesture of touching his face suddenly turned into a slap.

Song Yizheng, who had just woken up, was suddenly slapped, his eyes immediately turned cold, but after seeing Qin Anhao, the sharp eyes gradually softened.

Finally, he stabilized his breath, pondered for a long time before saying seriously: "My wife beat well."

When Song Yizheng said this, he felt a little contrary.

Qin Anhao was startled when he heard Song Yizheng's words, stared blankly at Song Yizheng's handsome and cold face, and finally withdrew his hand in embarrassment, turned around and replied: "This is not an example."

Play hooligans while she is asleep.

"it is good."

Song Yizheng responded decisively to Qin An, although he said so, but whether he would do so was not certain.

Qin Anhao ignored Song Yizheng, found the clothes on the ground, picked them up, and was about to get out of bed to put on clothes, turned back and glared at the person who was looking at her, seeing the man withdrew his eyes and turned his head to look elsewhere, Qin Anhao got out of bed bed.

Just got dressed.

Song Yizheng also got out of bed, he didn't pick up his pajamas and put them on like Qin Anhao's hypocritically, but walked straight to the closet without a trace, and started looking through the clothes he needed to wear today.

Seeing Song Yizheng like this after putting on clothes, Qin Anhao blushed slightly, and deliberately avoided seeing the exposure, but after thinking about it for a while, Qin Anhao took out his phone again, turned on the camera function, and shouted at Song Yizheng: "Yizheng. "

Hearing the words, Song Yizheng followed the sound and looked at Qin Anhao unhurriedly.

When he saw her, the click... sound of taking pictures also rang out.

After taking a photo, Qin Anhao put the phone in his pocket, turned around with a chuckle, and wanted to see Xiao Ning, but he didn't see the child, and was a little flustered for a while.

Song Yizheng saw Qin Anhao looking for the baby from a distance, and while putting on his pants, he said, "Last night, I asked the confinement sister-in-law to carry her to the baby's room."

It is very inconvenient to have children.

Saying that he was carrying her away, Qin Anhao gave a faint 'oh', turned around and went to the bathroom.

Getting up in the morning to brush her teeth and wash her face, Qin Anhao brushed her teeth with her head down. When she looked up, she suddenly saw Song Yizheng standing behind her in neat clothes, and she was startled.

Song Yizheng immediately stretched out his hand, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head close to her ear, and said: "You are very beautiful today." Both of them enjoyed the entanglement in the middle of the night last night.

Hearing this, Qin Anhao's expression froze slightly.

The hand holding the toothbrush and cup froze suddenly, staring blankly at Song Yizheng in the mirror, a little lost in thought.

But after a while.

Then he replied coldly: "Thank you, I have always been beautiful, not today." After finishing speaking, Qin Anhao put down the cup and toothbrush, took away Song Yizheng's hand from her waist, turned around quickly, and took the After wiping his face with a towel, he threw it to Song Yizheng and stepped out of the bathroom.

After Qin Anhao walked out of the bathroom, her heart beat a little faster, she let out a breath, and then continued walking.

Song Yizheng spoke well today.

Unfortunately, she is immune to him.

(End of this chapter)

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