After Pregnancy, I Divorced the Actor

Early the next morning, Qi Yan still came to the door with breakfast.

Yan Zhuzhu opened the door, and when he saw him, he didn't call anyone, pursed his lips, let go of his hand and entered the room.

As of now, Yan Zhuzhu doesn't have a good impression of this man who went from 'bad guy' to 'father'.

After his mother and brothers made a bad comment, when they met later, this man locked him out of his mother's room and threatened him to open the door the next morning.

No matter what, Yan Zhuzhu is a bit vengeful.

Qi Yan's attitude towards the child was not too surprising.

After three years, it was normal for the child to find it difficult to accept his father who was rumored to go abroad and not want him.

Subtle, take your time.

He divided the breakfast, glanced at the lemon and bitter gourd in Yan Zhuzhu's hand, frowned, a little puzzled: "Your mother brought this with her when she recorded the show before? It's been so long, and it's still not broken?"

Yan Yu, who was next to him, ate the spoon, and the porridge in his mouth almost spewed out.

! !

She actually forgot this! Fruits and vegetables will definitely go bad after a long time, but no matter how long the plant essence and fruit essence are left, they will still be fresh and will not go bad.

Originally, no matter what, Yan Yu would not let the bodies of the two eldest sons appear beside Qi Yan.

But Qi Yan has already discovered Yan Zhuzhu, and made an observation diary last night.

So early this morning, the remaining two children did not return to the barrier, but appeared in their own bodies, so that they could silently watch Qi Yan's performance.

I thought it had nothing to do with it, but I didn't expect that there is still this problem! Really too careless! Yan An was very nervous, but he pretended to be calm: "It's not the one I carried before, it's a new one, but it looks very similar to the previous one, so I picked it out on purpose."

After Yan Zhuzhu heard it, he immediately put the two brothers in his pocket, and then said, "I like lemons and bitter melons in this shape, and I asked my mother to pick them."

Although there are no two identical leaves in the world, no one will really distinguish the difference between two similar leaves.

Because of his personal preference, Qi Yan pays special attention to round things, such as copper money grass, which he can easily distinguish because he cares.

But lemon and bitter gourd, although they taste good, are nothing special.

He nodded casually and didn't want to go any further. He glanced at Yan Yu aside and said, "I'll let Yang Shen start registering Zhuzhu's household registration today, and some information needs to be supplemented. Which hospital did you give birth to before?" of?"

The stone that fell to the ground in Yan An's heart hung up again.

Of course she didn't give birth in the hospital, otherwise she would have scared many people if she gave birth to six seeds, right?

And she didn't have to conceive in ten months like those hard-working mothers. After finding the enchantment and having enough spiritual power reserves, she gave birth directly.

After giving birth, the seeds were buried in the soil pit, and then two seeds germinated successively.

Afterwards, he recuperated in the barrier for three years.

Although she didn't have to conceive in October, her spirit would be strained, and it took her three years to recover.

It is equivalent to three years of confinement.

Of course, Qi Yan couldn't tell these things, Yan Yu opened his mouth, and his voice became softer and softer: "I'm not in the hospital..."

Qi Yan paused for a moment: "Is it a private medical institution?"

Yan An shook his head: "No, I'm just at home..."

As soon as these words came out, Qi Yan's face darkened slightly, and his eyes were dark, unable to penetrate a little light.

At home?

Giving birth now is almost equivalent to stepping half a foot into the gate of hell, and it is more or less guaranteed in the hospital. How dangerous is it to be at home?

She would rather take the risk by herself and give birth secretly at home than tell him to go to a regular hospital?

Qi Yan said in his heart that he was angry, and it was not true to say that he was not angry.

He let out a breath slowly, and said in a deep tone, "I see, what is the date of birth of the child? Do you remember?"

Of course this has to be remembered.

Yan Eucalyptus was about to blurt out, but when it came to his mouth, he swallowed it back hastily.

Ten days after the divorce, that is, less than a month before and after the pregnancy, she gave birth.

But a normal person is going to be pregnant in October, right?

It's okay, she didn't say anything.

Yan Yu pushed back the date by nine months before telling Qi Yan.

In the next few days, the materials for Yan Zhuzhu's account registration will be prepared in an orderly manner. In the end, on a Friday afternoon, taking advantage of the fact that the two of them had nothing to do, they took Yan Zhuzhu to the relevant department for an hour to completely solve the household registration problem.

Yan Zhu's bamboo stick is under Yan An's household registration, and Yan An himself is the head of the household.

After finishing the work, Qi Yan took the mother and son, along with the lemon and bitter gourd in Yan Zhuzhu's schoolbag, to find a restaurant for dinner.

Qi Yan ordered a table of dishes, including fried bitter gourd, which was green and oily, and looked very beautiful.

Yan Yu never suffers, Qi Yan knows that.

He gave this to himself, but when he looked at his son, Qi Yan thought for a while and asked, "Zhuzhu, are you afraid of suffering?"

Yan Zhuzhu is a very taciturn child, basically he doesn't speak, and he doesn't like others to approach him.

For example, Yan Mengmeng and Yan Kuku can let Yan An touch his hair and kiss his forehead casually.

But Yan Zhuzhu would avoid it every time, not because he didn't like Yan Yu, but because he didn't like intimate physical contact by nature.

But he is actually a very polite child, although he never takes the initiative to call Qi Yan, but he will still answer the other party's questions.

Yan Zhuzhu shook his head: "Not afraid."

He is sweet, and sweetness can crush all sourness and bitterness, so he is naturally not afraid of bitterness.

Qi Yan smiled slightly, took the bitter gourd with his chopsticks and put it into Yanzhuzhu's bowl: "Then you have a taste."

Yan Zhuzhu's immature face wrinkled slightly.

Eat the same kind as the second brother? But it should be fine, the second brother still eats mangosteen.

He took the children's chopsticks, picked them up and put them in his mouth, chewed them five times, and ate them together with the white rice. During the period, his face was as usual.

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows: "How does it taste?"

Yan Zhuzhu commented impartially: "Not bad."

Yan Yu, who was watching from the side: "..."

The father and son look more and more alike, even the taste is very similar.

She took a spoonful of sweet corn and thought while eating, when will she have a daughter like her?

Yan An subconsciously glanced at Qi Yan, thinking whether to borrow another 30 million from him, and let the rest of the seeds germinate together?

But as soon as the idea came out, she suppressed it.

No, Zhuzhu's 10 million yuan has not been repaid yet, so I don't owe more and more.

Moreover, she borrowed so much money from him, and the reason was hard to explain. If he became suspicious, the loss would outweigh the gain.

It doesn't matter if the child is discovered, if something not human is discovered, the consequences will be really dire.

After three months of filming, the film will be completed, and she can continue to join the group. In a year or two, she might be able to repay Qi Yan 10 million, and earn another 30 million by the way.

It's only a year or two. For Yan Yu who has lived for more than two hundred years, it can be rounded up, so there is no rush.

Making money is also a practice.

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are weekends. Once the weekend is over, you will go to kindergarten." Qi Yan said, "Zhuzhu, how about dad taking you and mom to the amusement park tomorrow afternoon?"

Yan Zhuzhu looked at Yan Eucalyptus: "Mom, are you going?"

Yan Yu blinked his eyes.

Her play tomorrow will be in the morning and evening, and there will be no rehearsal in the afternoon. She planned to lie down in the corner of Donglian Lake in the barrier at home for an afternoon.

But since Qi Yan proposed to go to the amusement park, let's go and have a look.

It seems that in human society, parents will take their children to the amusement park.

She also just happened to go to see and learn how other people's families raise their children.

Yan Yu nodded.

Yan Zhuzhu then also nodded.

That's it.

That night, after Qi Yan sent the mother and son back, he returned to the villa in Liuye District.

He didn't think there was anything before, but now standing in the living room, he actually felt a little empty.

Qi Yan sighed softly, threw the car keys aside, and went to the backyard to look at the pond of money grass.

The tenacious vitality of the copper money grass is never just a talk. The copper money grass that was rescued that day is still lush and lush.

He bent down, randomly pulled out a few unattractive ones, then took out his mobile phone, thought for a while, and created a three-person discussion group.

He, Yan Yu, Yan Zhuzhu.

y: I'm home, you guys go to bed early, see you tomorrow afternoon, good night.

In the enchantment, Yan Yu was already lying on the surface of Donglian Lake, falling asleep.

She has been filming dancing scenes for the past few days, and she is very active. At the end of the day, no matter how energetic she is, she will fall asleep as soon as she touches the water.

The big rooster was walking back and forth, stretching its neck occasionally to peck the leaves of the eucalyptus, but she didn't respond.

Yan Mengmeng quickly pulled the **** back: "Shh, mom is asleep, don't wake mom up."

The big rooster crowed a few times, and went to the side of the grass to catch insects and eat them.

Yan Mengmeng clapped her little hands, sat next to Yan Kuku again, and ate mangosteen together.

Speaking of Zhuzhu, it has turned into a mangosteen tree more than eight meters high, and it looks like it is asleep.

But whenever there are almost no mangosteens in front of the lemon bitter melon brothers, the mangosteen branches will shake slightly, and then a few fruits will fall from the tree accurately.

Yan Mengmeng picked up one, peeled it off and bit into it, then picked up the phone and glanced at it. The childish voice was crisp and clear: "Dad said let's go to bed early, see you tomorrow afternoon."

Yan Kuku's cheeks were bulging, and he said indistinctly after hearing the words: "I want to sleep in an hour, I slept in my brother's schoolbag for a long time today."

Yan Mengmeng said: "Me too, I'm not sleepy at all now. But should we call back to Dad? Mom didn't reply when she fell asleep, he seems to be talking to himself."

Yan Kuku leaned over and took a look: "Brother, please go back."

Yan Mengmeng nodded, and typed a little bit seriously: "Okay, Dad, let's wait a while."

Yan Kuku reminded appropriately at the side: "Brother, you need to remove the word 'we'."

Yan Mengmeng suddenly said, "Ah, I almost typed 'we' again!"

He quickly deleted it, then typed a few words, checked it with Kuku, and sent it out after there was no problem.

Meng Kuzhu: Okay, Dad, I'll be asleep in a while.

Meng Kuzhu: Good night, Dad.

On the other side, Qi Yan, who received the news, showed confusion, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes sparkled.

In the past few days, the child Zhuzhu has never called him, let alone father, he didn't even call him by name.

According to Qi Yan's thinking, Yan Zhuzhu would never answer him at all.

But the fact was completely opposite, Zhuzhu not only came back, but also returned so naturally and kindly, it seemed like a different person.

Although many people behave differently online and in real life, is there such a big difference for such a young child?

He remembered that he said in the previous statement that the child had some problems and spent money to see a doctor, so he owed 10 million.

Yan An has never been willing to tell the truth about this matter.

Could it be that Zhuzhu's illness is mentally related?

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