So desolate: often pitted by a black-bellied husband

Hearing what Pei Yifeng said, Lu Zhenyang reluctantly nodded and said, "Okay then, I'll just have some porridge."

Lu Anyi didn't close her eyes all night, she couldn't remember how many times she got up, she sat on the edge of Lu Zhenyang's bed, and then sat by the window to look outside until the next day it was dawn.

Pei Yifeng never fell asleep overnight, and the news that Lu Zhenyang's condition suddenly deteriorated hit them even harder than when Lu Zhenyang found out about the illness.

He wanted to sit up and smoke but couldn't, so he lay on the bed and watched the petite figure wandering around in the dark night, and her continuous sighing.

Seeing dawn, Lu Anyi quickly got back under the quilt and slept on the other side of Pei Yifeng, pulling the quilt to cover her head inside the quilt so that her face could not be seen. [

Seeing Lu Anyi going to bed, Pei Yifeng sat up slowly, put on his clothes and got out of bed, stood beside Lu Zhenyang's bed for a while, then returned to Lu Anyi's bedside, pulled down the quilt, and saw Lu Anyi's face.

Lu Anyi stared at Pei Yifeng with a pair of round eyes, a pair of dark eyes that gave people a gentle feeling as always, and even if the thick and long eyelashes were grafted, they were not as good-looking as he was born that day.

But that face that was getting thinner and thinner was much more vicissitudes than when I first saw him. An eggplant that has experienced wind and frost will wilt, let alone a person who has been constantly experiencing wind and frost.

She slowly withdrew her hand from the quilt, and put her palm on Pei Yifeng's face, "Yifeng, you've aged a lot, and you don't have the sunshine you used to."

Pei Yifeng smiled when he heard the words, and asked, "You don't like it anymore?"

Lu Anyi hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, although it's not as sunny as before, mature and handsome are more attractive. Do you think that if we grow up, Yangyang will be like you?"

Hearing Lu Anyi mention Lu Zhenyang, Pei Yifeng instinctively turned his head and glanced at Lu Zhenyang lying on the opposite bed. That pretty little face was still frowning when he fell asleep, as if there was something bothering him before going to bed.

Then he turned his head to look at Lu Anyi, pretending to be puzzled and asked, "What is the same as me?"

Lu Anyi said, "He is as handsome as you, and many people chase after him."

Pei Yifeng raised his eyebrows and smiled at her when he heard the words, and asked, "Are you doubting my genes? Or do you have no confidence in yourself?"

"..."

Lu Anyi glanced at Lu Zhenyang on the opposite bed, sighed, and said, "If Yang Yang really grows up to be like you, I'm really worried."

Pei Yifeng raised his eyebrows in puzzlement and asked, "Huh? How should I say it?"

"You are father and son. I have observed him for a long time. Not only does he look like you, but his personality and hobbies are similar to yours. When you were in school, there were so many people around you, but you didn't like any one. Fortunately, there is one that I persist in. Take you down, how many me do you think there are in this world? If they didn't have a capable woman like me at that time, wouldn't we, Yang Yang, be bachelors?"

As Lu Anyi spoke, she recalled the process of chasing Pei Yifeng when she first entered S University. The time passed so quickly, and she was planning for her son's future again in a blink of an eye.

Listening to Lu Anyi's analysis, Pei Yifeng asked amusedly, "Are you being logical? Are you praising me or yourself?"

Lu Anyi felt uncomfortable lying on the bed, and was unable to sleep all night because of this reason. She got up and leaned on the iron frame at the head of the bed.