Amnesia husband divorce?

Chapter 280 A Yan Is Hers

I don't know how much time has passed, Tang Niannian is like a child playing alone, she unbuttons his collar and fastens it, she touches his smooth chin, his creamy face.

A man's face is actually easy to touch, Ah Yan's skin is really nice.

She moved in his arms, and finally got out of his chest, and she could see his sleeping face clearly.

He really fell asleep, let her make so many small movements, and didn't open her eyes to grab the bag. In fact, rehabilitation is very tiring, and a noon sleep is necessary.

Tang Niannian raised her hand again, and she gently touched his face with her fingers, drawing his outline as if drawing a picture.

Before today, she would have been thinking, is Mu Yan his?
Will he be snatched away?

But now, she can be sure now, he said personally that Nan Xiao is in the past tense, he thought of everything, he still wants her.

There's no need to mention divorce, and she doesn't have to worry about that anymore.

Even if he didn't hear him personally say that he likes it, he said the word "responsibility".

From childhood to adulthood, Tang Niannian actually lacked someone who would take her as a responsibility. She grew up too lonely.

"Ayan..." Muttering his name, she gently pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips, and quietly got up.

Mu Yan's arms were empty, he frowned slightly, and turned sideways with some dissatisfaction.

Afraid of waking him up, Tang Niannian quickly stuffed a pillow into his hand.

She took **** to the living room, leaving the quiet room for him to rest.

And when she went to her small workbench, she yelled in shock: "Xia, you're making trouble again!"

Niannian set up a computer desk by the bay window in another small hall, on which her laptop was placed, and the wool she bought had just been rolled into a small ball the size of a bowl, and her kitten thought it was a I lost the toy, and it got it on the floor for more than an hour, rolling around and playing with its paws.

When she came over, the stupid kitten had wrapped itself into the ball of wool.

Tang Niannian was angry and funny, her wool was really messed up, and the beautiful kitten was entangled in the red yarn with its legs upside down, meowing at her innocently and flatteringly for help.

Niannian squatted beside it, poked her soft belly, and then scolded it: "See if you are still naughty and mess up my wool, now you deserve it."

"Meow~" Xia Tian moved his limbs, and continued to look at her with his big blue eyes.

Tang Niannian liked its appearance very much, she was immediately turned into a cat slave, and willingly turned into a cat slave to rescue it. When she got it out of the wool ball, it disappeared with a whoosh. She was so angry that she could only rescue her again. of wool.

Throwing away the unusable pile of wool messed up by the kitten, Tang Niannian went to pack the other ones.

She plans to start now and weave it for two months, which can be given to him as a Christmas present. Thinking of this, she is very motivated.

Sister-in-law Fang came back from the outside and saw her serious appearance. She was also very curious. Seeing that she had really woven a piece, she couldn't help being surprised and said: "The eldest young lady is really caring. Nowadays, few people knit things by themselves anymore, like me. meeting."

"I don't know how to weave flowers, but ordinary jersey stitches are very simple." Niannian raised her head and smiled.

She sat without moving for an hour, and then she got a palm-sized one, and she understood that weaving requires patience.

(End of this chapter)