Yan Haoxiang: Love comes slowly
  • "There's nothing that time can't change."
  • - No.
  • Yan Haoxiang looked at Song Jinan and smiled. Song Jinan was stunned for a while after looking at him, Mom, what is she doing!
  • yanhaoxiang
    yanhaoxiang
    "An An wants me to sleep, so I'll sleep for a while."
  • Song Jin'an:???
  • Who said that, was it me?? I do not admit it!
  • Yan Haoxiang turned off the computer and stood up, ready to walk to the bed. Song Jinan was a little nervous, what if Yan Haoxiang wanted to sleep with her?
  • But Song Jinan obviously thought too much. Yan Haoxiang lay on the big bed next to him, took off his shoes and coat, covered the quilt, and then closed his eyes.
  • Song Jin'an listened to the slow breathing of the person next to her, and opened her eyes blankly to look at the ceiling. After thinking about things for a while, she became a little sleepy again.
  • After all, the time in Thailand is different from the domestic time, and she also has to go to the jet lag, but it seems that she is getting more and more sleepy recently.
  • Song Jin'an, who was in a daze, thought about it and fell asleep.
  • What woke her up was Yan Haoxiang's mobile phone ringtone. The ringtone stopped after a few rings. She opened her eyes in confusion and looked at the source of the sound.
  • Yan Haoxiang sat up and leaned against the pillow. The voice of being woken up had a little lazy feeling. He said something on the other end of the phone, and Yan Haoxiang suddenly let out an "ah" sound. Coupled with his messy hair, it was inexplicably cute.
  • That look was so cute, Song Jin'an couldn't help but be stunned.
  • I really want to rub him.
  • yanhaoxiang
    yanhaoxiang
    "Then do as you say."
  • After Yan Haoxiang finished speaking, he hung up the phone, then turned to look at Song Jinan, and spoke slowly,
  • yanhaoxiang
    yanhaoxiang
    "Are you hungry?"
  • yanhaoxiang
    yanhaoxiang
    "Do you want to eat?"
  • When Song Jin'an nodded, he couldn't hold back his eyes to look at Yan Haoxiang's stiff hair, and a smile filled the corners of his eyes.
  • yanhaoxiang
    yanhaoxiang
    "Oh."
  • Yan Haoxiang said and called the assistant to bring food over. He felt that he should eat something light in the morning, so the assistant brought porridge.
  • The porridge was very fragrant, with chicken in it, and the color was delicious. But the porridge changed its taste in Song Jinan's mouth, and it was delicious, but the more she drank it, the more she wanted to vomit.
  • She couldn't hold back and retched, then rushed to the bathroom and vomited thoroughly. She felt that her stomach acid was about to be spit out after she hadn't eaten much.
  • Yan Haoxiang stared at Song Jinan's movements for a while, then ran to her side in a panic, supported her body and patted her back gently.
  • yanhaoxiang
    yanhaoxiang
    "What's the matter, is there something wrong with the porridge?"
  • After vomiting, Song Jinan turned on the faucet and washed the stain from his mouth with water, and then patted his face lightly. Her face was still a little pale. Recalling the abnormal behavior of the past few days, she probably had some confidence in her heart.
  • Now there is no way to hide this matter, saying that there is a problem with the porridge, Yan Haoxiang checked and knew that she was lying.
  • When this kind of thing happened again, Song Jin'an slowly pulled up the corners of his mouth and raised it sarcastically.
  • Then she looked at Yan Haoxiang and stared at his eyes for a while. Yan Haoxiang was a little uncomfortable being looked at, so she had to ask her,
  • yanhaoxiang
    yanhaoxiang
    "What's wrong?"
  • Song Jin'an looked at the corner of his mouth with a smile. The emotions in the smile were too complicated, including hatred and sadness.
  • songjinan
    songjinan
    "Yan Haoxiang."
  • songjinan
    songjinan
    "I'm pregnant again."
  • The first child was killed by the person in front of him. Song Jin'an now said this sentence with a very complicated mood.
  • Such a bloody thing could happen to her, but she was not the heroine of Mary Suwenli, and of course there would be no good ending.
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I want to rub him