Baby Assist: Mommy, have another child!

In the rest cabin.

Yan Huan sat by the bed and sighed at the gentle man who had not yet awakened.

The little face full of smiling face, with irreducible sadness between her eyebrows, and tears hanging on her eyelashes, Rao was in her sleep, and she was wringing her eyebrows uneasily.

Gentle suddenly raised his hand, frowned and whispered, "don't... Mom..."

Yan Huan grabbed her hand and whispered, "Wan'er, it's all right."

Gentle and quiet, but only for a moment, he became restless again.

She grabbed Yan Huan's wrist, opened her mouth and bit down.

Yining rushed over at the first time and stabbed her gentle neck with a needle.

Gentle strength gradually weakened, and finally fell on the bed.

Yining looked at Yan Huan's bloody wrist, "madam, don't move. I'll disinfect you now."

Yan Huan nodded and put his hand out.

"What did you stab Wan'er just now?"

"Tranquilizer can at least stop her tossing before the plane lands."

Yan Huan sighed slightly, "it's not a way to go on like this. Where's the Ming formula?"

"President Li is in the captain's room."

Yan Huan looked down at the winding gauze. "Go and find me a coat. Also, don't tell him Wan'er bit me."

Yining thought: "this... I'm tired of being with you every day. It's easy to find that you're hurt."

"Don't worry, this bite will be cured soon."

Yining nodded silently.

An hour later, the plane landed smoothly.

When we arrived in Santorini, we were just in time for the sunset. White fishing boats were floating on the sea, and the blue and white classic buildings were as beautiful as poetry and painting.

Unfortunately, Yan Huan is not in the mood to enjoy this beautiful scenery at the moment.

Wenwan hasn't woken up yet.

……

After sunset.

Yan Huan sat on the sofa in the room, holding his head with one hand, and his eyelids had begun to fight.

In the morning, she was so tired that she wanted to sleep, but she didn't wake up, and she didn't dare to leave easily.

When the eyelids were about to close, a shadow suddenly fell in front of me.

She was about to look up when she was picked up.

The clear breath immediately surrounded her.

Yan Huan didn't open his eyes. He famously surrounded the man's neck, lay on his shoulder and said softly, "husband..."

The man rubbed her head, turned and sat down and held her in his arms.

"Hungry or not?"

Yan Huan nodded.

"I'll send someone to deliver the meal."

Yan Huan changed a comfortable position and nestled in his arms. He muttered, "no, I want to eat with Wan'er."

Li mingjue looked at the sleepy little man in his arms, bowed his head and kissed the red lips, and went all the way down until he kissed her earlobe.

Yan Huan was so itchy that he couldn't sleep. He stretched out his hand to push him.

"Husband, stop it... It's itchy."

Li mingjue let go of her and said softly, "don't hide when you know the itch?"

Yan Huan opened her eyes, stared at the man's handsome face, pursed her lips and said, "I'm held by you. Where can I hide?"

"Yes."

The man smiled and whispered, "open your mouth."

Yan Huan looked at him with a question mark on his face, "why open your mouth?"

"Be obedient."

Yan Huan looked at him suspiciously and opened it after a while.

The man suddenly raised his hand and stuffed an unidentified object into her mouth.

Yan Huan subconsciously bit, and a fragrant soup burst out. The q-bomb of meat filling combined with the softness of dough is her favorite soup filling packet.

She was really reluctant to spit it out, chewed two mouthfuls and swallowed it, and a sense of guilt welled up in her heart.

The man took out a bag of soup from his pocket and shook it. "Are you still eating?"

Yan Huan Ninja was hungry and avoided opening his eyes, "I can't eat any more."

Li mingjue picked his eyebrow. "You didn't kill Wenwan's mother. In terms of the crime, it should also be mine. What's the matter with your hunger strike?"

Yan Huan opened her mouth. "I'm not on hunger strike. Wan'er didn't eat, and I don't want to eat either."

"Then I'll take these steamed stuffed buns and lose them."

Li Ming's formula is to throw away the steamed stuffed bun in his hand.

Yan Huan quickly hugged his hand, "don't throw it, it's a waste."

The man stopped to look at her, "I don't like steamed stuffed buns. You don't eat them. You're gentle and didn't wake up. Why don't you throw them away?"

Yan Huan pursed his lips, grabbed the steamed stuffed bun from his hand, pursed his lips and said, "I'll eat these, but you're not allowed to take them out."

Li mingjue smiled at her and didn't speak.

Yan Huan opened the plastic bag and a strong smell of steamed stuffed bun came out.

She couldn't help drooling at the thought of the taste of the pop juice.

Several soup bags were swept away.

She ate the last steamed stuffed bun and looked up at the man, "how can there be Chinese snacks here?"

The man held his chin in one hand and said faintly, "I made it with the kitchen here."

Yan Huan blinked, "what did you do?"

No wonder it's better than what's sold outside.

The man gave a faint hum.

Yan Huan chewed a lot more slowly. After reluctantly eating the last steamed stuffed bun, she said, "how did you persuade the people in the hotel to let you use the kitchen?"

"I told them that my wife couldn't get used to foreign food, so they gave me the kitchen."

Yan Huan blushed. "I'm not used to it. If you say so, others will think I'm very hypocritical."

Li mingjue looked at her lightly, "I'm spoiled. If you want to be hypocritical, you don't have to care about other people's views."

When he said this, Yan Huan became more shy and directly got up, "I won't tell you. I don't understand."

The man reached out and pulled her back to his arms. He looked at her face with low eyes, "where do you want to run?"

Yan Huan stuck out his tongue, "go to a place without hooligans."

The man raised his eyebrows. "Hooligan? Are you talking about me?"

"You know yourself very well..."

Before she finished, the man suddenly put his big hand under her clothes, finally stopped between her ribs and pressed it down.

Yan Huan's greatest fear in her life is that others tickle her.

Immediately bow into a small shrimp, smile and push him, "husband, stop making trouble, it's itchy..."

Li mingjue looked at the smile on her face, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, but he didn't stop.

When Yan Huan smiled and tears were coming out, he inadvertently looked up and caught a glimpse of the figure on the bed.

Originally still sleepy, Wenwan didn't know when to sit up, so she quietly looked at the two people playing on the sofa.

Suddenly, the guilt quietly choked Yan Huan's throat.

The smile dissipated in an instant.

"Wan... Wan'er."

She looked at Yan Huan quietly and said in a dumb voice, "sister..."

Yan Huan pushed away the man and got up and walked towards her.

"Wan'er, how do you feel?"

She just sat down and said gently, "sister, can you lend me your cell phone? I'll call my mother."