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

Chapter 700

Meng Yan desperately wanted to go to the General's Mansion to pick up Jiaojiao Zhuangzhuang, but when she looked back, she just came out of the prison and learned that Yin Heng had traveled thousands of miles to come back, covered in dust and dust before she had time to wash up, the two of them went to pick up the child like this How can I do it, even if I continue, I can't bear it and I can't hug it.

When Sui Chongxian drove towards the general's mansion, Meng Yan changed his words again: "It's better to go home and wash up before going. The child will be fine over there, and he will be fine for a while."

The housekeeper said: "In a while, the old slave will send someone to send a letter over there, so that Mrs. Xia and the others can feel at ease."

Meng Yan nodded and said, "Okay."

Yin Heng told Chong Xian, "Go home first."

Chongxian changed the route and went back to the palace.

The carriage stopped in front of the gate of the palace, Chong Xian and the butler got down first, and then Yin Heng bent over and stepped out, but before Meng Yan could make a move, he turned around again and hugged her by the waist with both hands.

When he leaned into the car, against the light, the expression on his face was like deep forests, lakes and mountains that even the scorching sun could not penetrate, deep and distinct.

Meng Yan's heart was suffocated, before he had time to speak, he was carried out by him, allowing him to step off the carriage lightly with his long legs.

When he carried her into the house, Meng Yan said softly: "Ah Heng, I can walk, you let me down. You drove such a long way..."

After entering the courtyard, Yin Heng carried her through the shade of the green trees, and said to her, "I can hug you no matter how far you travel. Not to mention that you are so light."

Meng Yan was taken aback, her eyes felt hot.

She curled up the corners of her lips and stopped arguing with him. There was a strong nostalgia in her eyes, and she snuggled into his arms, with her arms around his neck.

She looked at the mottled light spots under the shade of the trees constantly dancing on Yin Heng's shoulders, which seemed a little joyful.

The breeze is blowing, and the sound of the forest is rustling.

On the surface of the green lake in the atrium, a trace of ripples are caused by the wind, shining with waves.

She suddenly remembered that he was like this at this time last year.

He carried her all the way back to the yard.

After entering the main courtyard, he stood in front of the bedroom door, before the nuns came forward to help open the door, Yin Heng lifted his foot and knocked, and the door opened.

He put Meng Yan on the couch, and said in a low voice, "Wait a minute, I'll ask someone to prepare bath soup."

After all, Yin Heng straightened up and was about to leave, he didn't want to make a fuss.

Meng Yan took his hand.

He turned around to look at her and saw that her smiling eyes were foggy. She said softly, "You have been away for three months and 21 days. Fortunately, you came back half the time earlier than last year."

Yin Heng's eyes were as deep as the sea, and a vortex surged up instantly, wishing to drag her into it.

He leaned over, held her head and kissed her.

At the same time, Meng Yan took the initiative to hook his head, and the moment the two lips and teeth touched, something gushed out in this kiss, instantly washing away all limbs and bones.

It seems to be lovesickness.

In the ear-to-eye relationship, there is a taste that is familiar to each other to the bone marrow.

She didn't know what she was muttering, "Yin Heng", "A Heng", or "Sanggong", they were vague, and the corners of her eyes suddenly wet.

Originally, both of them were people with a pair of wings that could fly high, but because of each other's existence, they were willing to be tied to death by this bondage.

Even if you can't fly anymore.

Yin Heng kissed the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, the tip of her nose and lips, and with every whisper of her, he sank deeper and deeper into her, kissing her passionately.

Meng Yan also took the initiative to kiss him back enthusiastically, his breath was occupied by him, she was about to suffocate, and she didn't want to stop.

The nanny outside prepared hot soup for bathing, saw that the door was ajar, pushed the door open and entered without thinking much.

Unexpectedly, the two were getting intimate, so the nuns hurriedly retreated, and gently closed the two doors.

The nuns stood guard outside the door, waiting for Meng Yan and Yin Heng to bring water in when they needed it.Anyway, the boiled hot water will not be cold for a while in such a day.

The sky outside the eaves is so blue that there is no trace of blemish.The cicadas in the yard are singing to me and calling to the ground.

Even if the weather is hot, the nuns feel that such a time is comforting.

When she finally stopped, Meng Yan's lips were slightly red and swollen.She was lying on the couch, Yin Heng propped his arms above her, the tip of their noses touched each other, calming down their chaotic breathing.

All of Meng Yan's senses were filled with him, and her heart was pounding so hard that she couldn't hold it any longer.

In her pair of peach blossom eyes, it was like after the new rain, shining brightly, and the clear inside was full of his appearance.

Meng Yan raised her head, raised her chin, and pecked the corner of his lips lightly.

Out of instinct, I want to kiss him, want to touch him.

Without pecking twice, his fingers ran through her hair, grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her again.

After a long time, Meng Yan hugged his head, then turned her head and withdrew from his kiss.She felt like she was about to turn into a puddle of water.

She hugged him with all her strength, pressed her forehead against his shoulder, opened her mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "I can't continue. Otherwise..." The corners of her lips curled up in an extremely charming way, "I can't stop."

His breath fell on the hollow of her neck, and every strand seemed to be immersed in her flesh and blood, melting her soul.

Everything about him moved her heart and emotion, and it was almost impossible to restrain her.

Yin Heng crushed her tightly in his arms, buried his head in her neck to calm down, and when Meng Yan was unprepared, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit her neck softly.

Meng Yan didn't feel any pain, but felt a sense of palpitation, and she laughed lowly twice.

Yin Heng finally got up, let her go, and called Mammy to come in and fill the tub with water.

Right now there is no Yan'er and Chongyi around to serve, Yin Heng hastily washed his hands in the basin, then went to the closet to get clothes for Meng Yan.

He also took a change of clothes himself, went to the bathroom to take a shower and then solved it.

Yin Heng moved quickly, and when he returned to the room after washing, Meng Yan was still in the tub behind the screen.

After a while, Meng Yan called him in a muffled voice: "Master, can you help me?"

Yin Heng walked around the screen and saw that most of Meng Yan's hair was wet, but her arm had a bandaged wound, which was not suitable for soaking in water, so her movements were very inconvenient.

Coupled with the tense and exhausted day after day, Meng Yan even forgot that he hadn't eaten today, and he felt a little tired right now.

In the past, Meng Yan would never ask Yin Heng for help in things like bathing, and if she hadn't been unable to hold on now, she would not have called him out.

When Yin Heng walked around the screen, he happened to see Meng Yan's body slipping a little. He stepped forward quickly, and scooped her into the water with his arms, picking her up in the crook of his arms in time.

Although his hand was attached to her skin (crab) underwater, he didn't move a bit.He rested Meng Yan's head on his arm, and washed her hair with the other hand.

Yin Heng's eyes fell on the bandage on her arm, he took a deep look, and said nothing.

(End of this chapter)