Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Yue Tingfeng straightened up, half-knelt on the bed, pulled Yan Qingsi's hand and kissed on the back of her hand: "I was originally the Queen, no, you are my boss."

Holding the hands of both hands together, Yan Qingsi saw the same ring on her ring finger, and her heart was soft: "Then you have to protect my life."

Yue Tingfeng opened her arms and circled Yan Qingsi's waist gently, holding her soft belly: "You and him!"

Yan Qingsi is a pregnant woman who can't stay up all night and is drowsy. She didn't fall asleep long before, Yue Tingfeng watched her count the time on the clock.

The tick ticks, the second hand passes by, and the time approaches zero.

Yue Tingfeng witnessed the arrival of 12 o'clock, and when the new year came, he bowed his head and kissed Yan Qingsi's forehead: "Wife, happy new year."

Gently put her hand on her lower abdomen: "Happy new year baby."

......

Mrs. Yue thought she could sleep. After all, she was so happy today, but she could n’t sleep when she went back and forth in the room. She kept looking at her mobile phone, but she did n’t know what to watch. Brushed into the real-time news page, saw Xia Anlan's face.

Mrs. Yue threw her phone and threw away her mobile phone. Today is New Year's Day. He didn't even make a phone call. He whispered all day that he liked her, like a woolen yarn. A suitor?

She also wanted her name to be written on his household registration book, dreaming.

At 12 o'clock in the morning, Mrs. Yue glanced at the phone again and still did not move. She pulled up the quilt and slept.

But after a while, she pulled the quilt down to reveal a head, but ... he was very busy!

Especially today, he must be busier and not too harsh on him!

Mrs. Yue grabbed her cell phone again and ordered a news report about Xia Anlan, as if she had a tight schedule throughout the day.

She sighed, forget it ... who made him president!

Mrs. Yue gritted her teeth and didn't care about him.

The phone just opened at 0 o'clock, and before she dialed the number, her cell phone rang. Seeing the caller number, Mrs. Yue sat up excitedly, and she immediately clicked to connect: "Hey ..."

After speaking, she felt that her voice seemed a little too eager, as if she was looking forward to his call.

Mrs. Yue deliberately lowered her voice, pretending to be careless: "That ... so late, is it all right?"

Xia Anlan's voice was soft and soothing: "Not asleep yet?"

Mrs. Yue pinched her lips: "Today with the Qingfeng and the two of them, they are so happy that they haven't fallen asleep."

"I haven't slept yet."

"Of course I know you haven't slept, or who's calling me now."

Xia Anlan laughed: "It's snowing in Los Angeles."

"Yes, let's go, oh, how do you know?" Madam Yue felt that she was a bit silly after asking, it must be watching the weather forecast!

Cheyenne Lan said: "It's quite big, a bit cold ..."

Mrs. Yue is getting more and more wrong. How does his voice seem to be outside? Is n’t it right? This is not the point. The point is how does he know that the snow in Luocheng is getting bigger and cold?

Oh my goodness……

Mrs. Yue jumped off the bed, ran barefoot to the window, pulled open the window, and the black outside street lamp in the yard could only illuminate a small area around it.