Mr.Yan chased his wife: marry one and get two free

Wenran jumped out of bed.

She is wearing light pink pajamas.

She seldom wears clothes of this color, usually in cool colors.

Just like her temperament.

Cool and resolute.

But Yan Sihan thought that in fact, she was very suitable to wear this kind of lively clothes.

I don't know whether it's because of guilt or gratitude.

Wen ran jumped out of bed, unconsciously stroked the folds of his pajamas and whispered, "actually, I didn't eat either. Let's have some together?"

Yan Sihan's eyes looked at her, "go to bed and sleep without eating?"

Wenran smiled and opened the bedroom door, "I'll go to hot dinner."

"Wait a minute." Yan Sihan said.

Wen ran stepped forward.

Look back at him.

Yan Sihan lowered his head and stared at Wen Ran's small feet.

His eyes were deep.

Suddenly step forward and bend down to pick up the person.

Wen ran whispered, "Yan Sihan."

Yan Sihan didn't speak. He took people back to bed and put them down.

Bend over and squat down, holding wenran's bare feet with a cool palm.

Wenran's feet are small.

Yan Sihan felt that it was not even as big as his palm.

Hold it in your hand, soft and warm.

But it was like a fire burning at the tip of his heart.

He knew what that meant.

His eyes sank. He let go of her feet and got up. His voice was a little hoarse. "Put on your shoes first."

Wen ran returned to his senses, whispered, put on his slippers and ran out.

Yan Sihan stood behind her, his eyes heavy and heavy.

Something seemed to spread uncontrollably in his heart.

For the dinner cooked by Aunt Zhang, Wen ran almost didn't move his chopsticks, so he put it in the refrigerator.

This time, take it out of the refrigerator and heat it in the microwave. You can eat it.

Three dishes and one soup with two bowls of rice.

When Wen ran was heating up the food, Yan Sihan went to wash again and changed into a household suit.

Silver gray cloth, pasted on a man's body full of strength, has a kind of primitive beauty with some strength.

Wen ran saw him coming down from upstairs and said with a smile, "you can eat."

Yan Sihan answered faintly. When he sat down, he said to Wen ran, "don't eat at night."

Wen ran stopped for a moment in midair with rice in his hand, and then said with a smile: "I heard that you can lose weight without dinner."

Yan Sihan picked up his chopsticks and took a shrimp egg. His deep eyes looked up and down on her and said faintly, "you don't need to lose weight."

Wenran handed him the rice. "It's too late, so I didn't serve a little less rice."

Yan Sihan continued: "you can be fatter."

Wen ran: "········"

Halfway through the meal, Wen ran bit his chopsticks and said, "well, I want you to do me a favor."

Yan Si snorted coldly. He didn't say help or no help.

Wenran thought he was probably still angry about her hand being scalded.

Wen Ran is not an unkind person. He knows that Yan Sihan, although his face is ugly, cares about her at least in this matter.

Otherwise he wouldn't see her hand scalded and so angry.

Angry enough to run away from home?

Wenran shook her head, took back these thoughts that she shouldn't have, and said, "in a few days, it's my grandfather's death day. I'm going back to Wen's house to worship my grandfather. Can you go with me?"

Yan Sihan: "yes."

Wenran: so easy to promise?

As soon as the idea fell, Yan Sihan put down his dishes and chopsticks and stared at her, "but there is a condition."