Pamper your waist

Sheng Yanchen licked her earlobe and watched her tremble with satisfaction.

He suppressed the restless flames and asked in a deep voice.

"How is my daughter? Is she feeling better? Is she asleep already?"

"Well...it's not a big problem. I came out after I saw her sleeping peacefully."

Thinking of what happened in the afternoon, Sheng Yanchen was a little annoyed, and the kiss he gave her also had a sense of punishment.

"When we were in the hospital, why did we stop my daughter from finding her father?"

An Yan couldn't withstand the offensive from his leader, and she couldn't even form a sentence when she spoke.

"There are so many people outside...looking for you...it's not good...don't be unreasonable..."

She had just held her and experienced a week of separation. Sheng Yanchen originally wanted to talk to her.

But when he truly hugged her in his arms, his longing subsided a lot.

It didn't matter, they still had the whole weekend anyway.

He pressed against her, rubbing her ears and temples.

"Why am I being unreasonable...I'm going to talk to you now. There's still a lot of time. We can talk slowly..."

He stood up, picked her up by the waist, and walked towards the bedroom on the second floor.

……

This night was as bizarre as a dream.

In the end, An Yan was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes, so she fell asleep.

If they were not disturbed the next day, they would sleep until midnight.

But it's a pity that God obviously doesn't want them to be too leisurely.

Early on Saturday morning, the two of them were woken up by the deafening sound of firecrackers.

The noisy sound lasted for several minutes before it stopped. The effect was comparable to ten alarm clocks superimposed.

In this case, it is difficult not to wake up.

Sheng Yanchen himself was a little angry when he got up. He pulled the quilt over his head irritably and covered his face.

Anyan stood up, opened some curtains and looked outside, only to realize that someone in the neighboring building was getting married.

The custom here is to welcome the bride early in the morning.

The groom will go to the bride's home to pick her up, and then take the bride to the wedding room to complete some traditional customs.

It was difficult for An Yan to fall back asleep once she woke up, so she simply watched the excitement.

Their building is not too far away from that one, and from this angle, they can both be seen clearly.

The wedding car has arrived, and the bride is getting out of the car in her wedding dress.

Relatives and friends on both sides popped the fireworks tubes one by one, and petals filled the sky flying in the wind.

The bride has a sweet smile on her face.

There were mostly young people present, so it seemed lively. Such an atmosphere would make people couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths.

While she was looking at it in awe, someone suddenly came up behind her.

Sheng Yanchen circled her and rested his chin on her shoulder, unwilling to open his eyes.

He had just woken up, and his voice was a little nasal, inexplicably coquettish.

"That's one of the shortcomings of this mid-range villa area. The management is still a bit poor. It's not that strict, and it doesn't take into account whether it will disturb others."

An Yan was a little helpless. After all, he was the eldest young master, and he still had a young master's temper.

She coaxed softly.

"It's past eight o'clock now. It's already late. It's not a nuisance to others. It's just that we got up too late."

"It was so hard yesterday. Isn't it right to sleep a little longer today?"

He still looked lazy, his warm palms gently rubbing along her waistline.

"You seem to be in good spirits today. It seems I have to work harder?"

An Yan was afraid that he would suddenly become interested again, so she hurried away.

"Then you go to sleep again, and I will help you close the windows, so that the noise will be much quieter..." After that, she pushed him away, put on her pajamas, and hurried downstairs.

Because Sheng Yanchen has been living here recently, there are a lot of ready-made ingredients at home.

After closing the window, An Yan went to the kitchen to cook some porridge, and then took out a bag of frozen buns and steamed them in the steamer.

The lively atmosphere next door continues.

She walked to the large French window in the living room and continued to look.

In fact, to be honest, there was nothing particularly attractive about it, but the atmosphere made her feel unreasonably happy.

At this moment, she was standing here, watching other people's weddings, with a complicated mood.

How should I put it, there is a little bit of loss in the longing...

She may never have a chance to have a wedding like this in her life...

Perhaps, with luck, she can meet someone who can accept her situation in the future, and then form a family, raise her daughter together, and live an ordinary and simple life.

But she knew from beginning to end that this possible candidate could never be Sheng Yanchen.

Putting aside the inherent gap between the two, just speaking from a secular perspective, there is absolutely no room for them.

I gave birth to a child with my brother, and then I went to be with my brother again.

This kind of plot is so bloody and ridiculous just by listening to it.

Nowadays, they just indulge in the impulse and forget how cruel reality is.

But a dream is a dream, and one day you will wake up.

At that time, they will wake up and realize that the final outcome is nothing more than not being able to see any future, and then returning to their original lives.

Anyan stood there, lost in thought.

It wasn't until her waist was hooked again that she finally came to her senses and recovered her wandering thoughts.

Sheng Yanchen's low and seductive voice fell on her ears, softly.

"What are you thinking about? You are so obsessed with it that the water in the pot is almost boiling dry. Do you want to light the house on fire?"

"Oops! I forgot!"

An Yan was startled, turned around and ran to the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his feet, Sheng Yanchen pulled him back.

"Don't worry, I've turned off the fire."

He hugged her back into his arms and followed her gaze out the window.

"Is that why you are so fascinated by this? What is so beautiful about it?"

"Speaking of which, it's been so long and they haven't finished yet? It's really noisy..."

An Yan squeezed his hand gently and said.

"Don't say that. After all, it's a happy day for others."

"Even if you don't say a few nice words, you should at least be a little tolerant."

He took her hand and started acting rogue again.

"Okay, okay, it's a good day for others, but it's also a good day for us."

"How about... let's go back and lie down for a while? It's still early anyway..."

"No, I'm hungry. I'm going to eat."

An Yan refused ruthlessly and simply.

After saying that, she left Sheng Yanchen behind, turned around and went into the kitchen to start working.

Sheng Yanchen was a little helpless when the routine failed, but he wasn't angry either. They still had a lot of time anyway.

He turned around and went to the bathroom to wash up, and then sat at the dining table with her to have breakfast.

During this time, he told her about today's plan.

"Let's go for a walk in the suburbs later. Several new manors, organic farms, and the like have been opened on the outskirts of the city recently." (End of Chapter)