I really don't want a second marriage

Han Qing didn't answer.

Xiaoyan looked up at him and found that his lower jaw was a little tight and looked very serious.

Are you angry? Or do you think it's embarrassing to hang on him? Xiaoyan regretted. Maybe he shouldn't be so capricious. What's wrong with staying alone?

It's really not good. She can follow him down. Why do she have to hang it on someone else?

He is a big man. How shameless he is when others see him like this?

Xiao Yan was still thinking in his heart. The waiter had sent everything. When he left, he said to Han Qing, "I wish you two a pleasant meal. I'll go first."

Bang!

After the door closed, Xiao Yan still kept his original posture and nestled in Han Qing's arms. Han Qing also stood still. After a while, Xiao Yan raised his head again and asked weakly, "no, don't you eat?"

It's OK that she doesn't speak. Han Qing lowers her head and looks at her faintly.

Such eyes seemed to look at prey and made her scalp numb.

She blinked and avoided his eyes. "I, I'll ask, don't eat, well."

The voice was just falling, and the blazing breath was from far to near. Han Qing lowered his head and grabbed her lips, while Xiao Yan's back hit the door panel heavily, but it didn't hurt, because Han Qing stretched out his hand to block her in advance.

The other hand raised her chin, forcing her to bear the fierce and strong kiss completely, like a storm and a shower.

She was like a bud in the wind, devastated by the storm.

Xiao Yan could not imagine that when he went down the stairs, his face was calm as if nothing had happened. Later, when he talked to him, he also tightened his face and looked as if he was angry.

Who knows, he's holding his breath.

During this time, because of the wedding, they were always busy. They were very close. Unexpectedly, it was so fierce. Xiaoyan was pressed on the door panel and almost couldn't bear it.

But one good thing is that the fear caused by daytime events ran clean at this time. He can always do this. Before, she was very frightened. As a result, she was directly fascinated by his kiss.

I don't know how long the kiss lasted. Han Qing finally let her go. Xiaoyan's body is all soft. It's all up to Han Qing to hold it. Once he releases his hand, she will fall off him.

Han Qing held her up and carried her to the sofa. He slowly tidied her clothes and hair. It was clear that his breathing was heavy before, but now he has recovered like a normal person.

Unlike Xiaoyan, her face was still red. After Han Qing's arrangement, she was a little short of breath. She was embarrassed to look up at his eyes.

They sat quietly for nearly five minutes.

"Eat?"

He tried to ask.

Xiaoyan nodded.

"Can you go by yourself?"

After this sentence came out, Xiao Yan immediately climbed down from Han Qing and said angrily, "of course."

Then she turned and prepared to walk towards the table. As soon as she turned and took two steps, her legs softened. A pair of big hands grabbed her in time and dragged her back to her arms.

"Hold you." although the tone sounded calm as usual, Xiao Yan saw a hint of teasing in his eyes when she looked up. Her face turned red and subconsciously explained for herself, "I, I may have never eaten and I'm a little hungry, so I can't stand steady."

"Oh." in the face of her explanation, Han Qing just gave a faint Oh, and gently picked her up and walked to the table.

Xiao Yan didn't expect that his explanation would be replaced by a word Oh, and she was more tangled in her heart, oh? Oh, what do you mean?

"What I'm saying is true. I've been sleeping since I went out at noon and didn't eat anything. So it was estimated that I had a little hypoglycemia just now, so I couldn't stand stably. I didn't..."

She was still explaining, but Han Qing suddenly raised her eyes and fell on her face, "drink a bowl of soup first?"

Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, and then saw Han Qing holding a bowl of soup for her. What do you mean? She explained here, but he didn't take it seriously. How can she feel that there is no silver here? The more she painted, the darker it became?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan was angry. "I don't want to drink. Don't pour it for me."

"No more?"

"Yes!"

He didn't listen to her explanation at all. It was irritating to let her write more and more there alone.

Han Qing pursed his thin lips and stared at her. He didn't know what he was thinking. He just looked like he was making a decision.

After a while, he suddenly put down the bowl and began to unbutton his suit.

Xiao Yan didn't take it seriously. He thought he just wanted to take off his coat for dinner, but who knew he put his coat on the next chair and began to unbutton his shirt.

At first, Xiaoyan sat still. When he untied the third button and continued to pick up the fourth, she realized that there was something wrong.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't you want to drink?" Han Qing finished the fourth button and said faintly, "let's continue what we just did."

His expression was dull, as if he were saying a very ordinary thing.

Xiao Yan was nervous because of what he said. He had to continue without soup? What's the reason? She immediately said, "no, I can't go on. I want to eat."

Then open the lid and put out the food inside.

After listening to Han Qing's words, he narrowed his eyes and stared at her.

"Hungry?"

"Mm-hmm!" Xiaoyan nodded. She was really hungry, and the most important reason was that she couldn't sleep with Han Qing now. She was pregnant and was frightened these two days. If she slept with him again, she was afraid that her fetus would be unstable.

In fact, she had not worried about this problem before. After all, Han Qing seemed to be relatively light and not keen on this aspect. There was no relationship between her and him except for the time of foreign tourism.

In fact, Xiaoyan is not so keen on this aspect. She is just strange, because it is said that men have deep expectations for the people they like, but Han Qing's performance is not so. Even that night abroad, he can restrain himself very well after being drugged.

Sometimes, Xiaoyan doesn't know whether he has good self-control or doesn't have much interest in her.

But she did not doubt his feelings for himself. She could feel his love for himself and his mind. After all, in addition to those things, he showed great desire for himself in other aspects.

Maybe he has good self-control?

Or is he too old to do that?