A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 16 You are responsible for the beauty of flowers

He is really good-looking, and everything he says makes sense.Meng Yan was actually comforted by him, sweeping away the haze in front of her eyes.

She laughed twice, and said, "Apart from being beautiful and caring, you are quite heart-warming."

She felt that she had to hide him and cover him up, otherwise she would have won the hearts of many young girls!

Yin Heng lowered his eyes, considered her words, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "I'm very warm..."

He didn't know if it was warm or not, but he did know that when people mentioned him before, many people would feel chills down their spines.

Meng Yan was completely intoxicated by his flawless beauty, put the soup bowl aside, approached him and said, "Then guess again, what am I thinking at this moment?"

Meeting Yin Heng's gaze, she even blinked, with a smile that wasn't a smile.

But the look in those eyes didn't have any obscene meaning, probably she really couldn't help admiring a person's appearance.

That's right, what Yin Heng saw in her eyes was only clear admiration, without dirty malice.

The candlelight smudged outside the door, and the night outside the house was like water, and it was peaceful, with only faint light and shadow flickering.

Yin Heng said bluntly: "Now that you are looking at me directly and asking me like this, you should be thinking about me. I can't say what it is specifically."

Meng Yan smiled darkly, and said, "Of course I'll keep you up, and I'll make sure you're rounded up. Every day, I change ways to make me look good. From now on, you'll be in charge of being beautiful at home, and I'll make money to support the family."

Mrs. Xia just came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, and when she reached the door, she heard Meng Yan swearing again, her face darkened.

It seems that all the earnest words during dinner went in one ear and out the other!

Yin Heng was still very sad and said: "But your mother hopes that you will find someone who can pick and carry and has the strength to work in the future. But I am injured all over, so I can't help you, and my legs can't do it. Your mother said, I'm just going to cause you trouble."

Meng Yan said confidently: "There will always be a day when you are full of injuries. As for your legs, it is not hopeless. My mother is a knife-mouthed bean curd, don't be discouraged, since they are all mine. no, I won't..."

"Ah Nai!" Xia Shi shouted at the door.

Meng Yan trembled, looked back, and smiled apologetically, "Oh, mother, are you done washing?"

When she turned around, Yin Heng lowered his eyes and coughed weakly.

Xia Shi turned around and walked out, saying: "Ah Nai, come out, I'll have a good talk with you again!"

After quite a while, I don't know how Meng Yan coaxed Xia Shi to be well, but Xia finally went back to the house and rested on the other side of the curtain, but kept pulling Meng Yan, wanting to tell her the story of the vixen.

It's probably the story that vixens are usually very beautiful, try every means to get close to people, and then give people ecstasy soup, making people obedient to the vixen, and finally being sucked dry by the vixen.

Yin Heng on the opposite side also seemed to be listening attentively, and asked: "Ma'am, is this vixen a man or a woman?"

Xia Shi pointed out: "There are men and women, especially some male vixen, who know how to coax a simple girl like my grandma!"

Meng Yan persuaded: "I have a big temper, and I'm not easy to coax, even a vixen with an average appearance dare not come to coax me, mother, go to sleep, sleep."

Xia family wanted to tell another story about the pestering bone spirit or snake spirit, so Meng Yan snuffed out the candle and said, "Mother, candles are expensive."

In the dark, Xia Shi could only lie on the bed and sleep.

Originally, she was so depressed that she couldn't fall asleep, but Meng Yan massaged her with a pair of skillful hands. The strength was neither light nor heavy but she could touch the acupuncture points. After a while, Xia Shi was so comfortable that she fell into a drowsy sleep.

Meng Yan rustled down from the bed and came to the side of the curtain.

Yin Heng really didn't sleep either, a little white moonlight leaked in from the window, illuminating his eyes clearly and clearly.

It was probably because his eyes were inherently a bit cold, and the moonlight in his eyes was like the silver frost in late autumn, dyed with beauty.

(End of this chapter)