Fall in love with kissing you

Just lean against the window and look at everything outside the window indifferently.

When Yan Siyuan came in, he saw such a scene. The weak woman was barefoot, blowing by the window, and she was so thin that she was only wearing a single coat.

Heavily put down the plate in his hand, Yan Siyuan's face sank, quickly walked to the woman and picked up Chu Qing.

"Let go of me."

There was no trace of temperature in a woman's voice, and her indifferent eyes gave the illusion that she was muttering to herself.

Yan Siyuan's heart was about to collapse, and an unknown anger quickly rose from his chest. What was she doing? Is it to the point of self mutilation just because you lost a child?

He threw the woman on the bed, and suddenly remembered that she had just had a miscarriage. He quickly leaned forward to check. He was relieved to see that there was nothing different on Chuqing's face.

Pull up the quilt and cover it on the woman, then turn around and put it by the bed with the dinner plate.

Yan Siyuan took out a bowl of delicious glutinous porridge from the dinner plate, scooped a spoonful, carefully put it on his lips and blew it. When he felt that the temperature was appropriate, he handed it to Chuqing's mouth, relaxed his expression, and said softly, "good boy, have a bite."

Chu Qing lowered her eyes and glanced at the spoon of porridge lightly. Then her eyes were raised and fixed on Yan Siyuan's face.

"What's the matter?"

She just stared at herself and asked softly.

Chu Qing asked and collected her eyes. There was a strange flash in her eyes. She felt a little bitter in her heart. If this man had been so gentle to himself in the past, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been in this situation today.

Youyou sighed and Chuqing took his hand out of the quilt. "I'll do it myself. You don't have to take care of me here all the time."

Yan Siyuan's expression moved slightly, his eyebrows twisted, and the bowl in his hand avoided the woman's fingers. "What do you mean?"

"That's what you think." Chu Qing replied faintly.

Choked by her words, Yan Siyuan lowered his head, closed his eyes, half tilted, raised his head and said word by word, "after feeding this meal, I'll go down, otherwise I won't leave."

When Chu Qing heard the speech, he just raised his lips coldly. He just wanted to say something, but the man took it back.

"Don't say whether you eat or not is your freedom. If you dare not eat, I will let you eat in my own way."

Yan Siyuan's cold eyes crossed a trace of fierceness. He admitted that it was his fault to cause the current situation, but if the woman hurt her body because she hated him, he would never allow it.

Chuqing pursed her lips, and the smile on her face dissipated in an instant. For men, it's the same. She still knows that she can only choose not to resist now than being "fed" by him in another way.

Yansi foresight, she obediently silenced, took off the gloom on her face with satisfaction, tilted her lips slightly, scooped another spoonful of warm porridge and handed it to the woman's mouth. Watching her obediently put it into her mouth, his smile on the corners of his lips couldn't help getting deeper.

In this way, he wanted to feed a bowl of porridge silently. Yan Siyuan put the bottom bowl back on the plate. It was difficult to hide his excitement. He got up and dropped a faint kiss on the woman's forehead.

Chu Qing was obviously stunned, and his face soon turned black.

Yan Siyuan saw the resistance on her face and didn't say much, but there was still a lost color in his eyes.

"Cough," he coughed twice, picked up one side of the plate, stood up, and said in a low voice, "I'll go down first. What can I do for you?"

Chu Qing's thoughts were still immersed in the kiss that seemed to have been lightly swept by a feather. When she recovered, the man was no longer in the room.

She closed her eyes, held back her inner agitation and warned herself not to repeat the mistakes. This man is not worth her falling in love with him again

Yan Siyuan took the plate into the restaurant on the first floor. People on the table asked and turned their heads to look at him.

Ning Yan'er glanced at the plate in his hand without any trace, and her face tightened up instantly. Her carefully decorated eyebrows were unwilling to twist into two hemp flowers.

On one side, Ning Qingcheng saw her and kicked her foot under the table, indicating that she should pay attention to her image.

"How's Chuqing? Are you better?"

Zhang Yuan glanced at the two strange looking mothers and daughters opposite her eyes and asked loudly towards Yan Siyuan.

"No problem, just a little weak."

Yan Siyuan sat down in his own position. As soon as he picked up his job, he thought that Chu Qing had just had a miscarriage and was very weak. He turned his head and said to Zhang Yuan, "Mom, you remember to ask the servant to stew some tonic for her."

"It must be. This woman's body and bones are no better than men. After childbirth, you have to take care of more than these tonics you should eat and drink."

Although Zhang Yuan said to Yan Siyuan, her eyes never left the two mothers and daughters of Ning family sitting opposite.

After thinking about it, she added: "Si Yuan, Chu Qing has lost a child for no reason. She must be very sad in her heart. If you have nothing to do recently, come back early and talk to her more. The little couple just need to support each other to live."

After saying that, her sight glanced faintly at Ning Yan'er.

With her provocative eyes, Ning Yan'er tightened her hand holding chopsticks, and her fingertips trembled slightly because of the tumbling anger in her chest.

Zhang Yuan looked at her angry appearance, and her momentum was even more prosperous. She openly aroused a contemptuous smile at the corners of her mouth.

Seeing Ning Yan'er about to explode, Ning Qingcheng quickly grabbed her hand under the table and pressed it. Ning Yan'er turned her head and looked at her, her eyes full of her reluctance.

"Patience."

Ning Qingcheng leaned and whispered two words to Ning Yan'er.

Ning Yan'er was angry and her chest fluctuated violently. She simply put her chopsticks and said "I'm full", so she got up and left the restaurant.

Ning Qingcheng looked at his back and sighed.

Zhang Yuan looked like she had won the war, slightly raised her chin and looked at Ning Qingcheng with disdain.

Ning Qingcheng collected his eyes, quietly picked up his job and continued to eat, as if he had not been affected.

The two men on the table naturally knew the open and secret struggle between these women. They had a tacit understanding and didn't interrupt. They let them fight to the death.

Yan Siyuan went upstairs after dinner, stood in front of the door, hesitated, and put his big palm on the door handle, but he didn't seem to have the courage to push the door open.

What is she doing? Are you asleep?

Yan Si hung his eyes and frowned. His heart was like making a choice between life and death.

"Si Yuan?"

Behind him came a woman's voice. Yan Siyuan heard the sound and turned back. His sight on Ning Yaner was as cold as water.