Stand Still, Don’t Run Away, My Little Wife

“It… depends on what it is, and I will help whoever makes sense.”

No favouritism, no connivance.

However, how could Zhan Yan have thought that the two siblings would evolve into other relationships in the future?

Of course, these are all later words.

… …

Zhan Yan was officially discharged from hospital in June, and the surplus was about to be born. In a flash, how could time pass so fast?

“To give birth to a girl, first set up a young marriage.”

“Are you so sure it’s a daughter?”

Zhan Yan looked at the appearance of extra paunchy, as if she were pregnant before, mostly boys.

“Don’t you want to be in－laws with me?”

But see Zhan Yan frowned, a face of abandon－

“In－laws… sound so old.”

Jiang is redundant! ! !

Indeed as expected was Zhan Yan to say, she and redundant ah, can’t be in－laws, because…

Jiang Duo had a son for the rest of his life, that is, a younger brother less than half a year old than Xiao Xiaobai.

Looking at his son’s redundancy, he wondered and asked：

“It seems that the proportion of men and women is becoming more and more uncoordinated now. In the future, there will be more men and fewer women, and sons will not be able to find wives.”

Pei listened to the wind and raised his eyebrows. The child’s mother was afraid at this time that her son would not find a wife in the future. Will she care too early?

“Wife, you care about this problem, it is better to care about…”

“What?”

“I care about when to compensate me. One－time compensation is enough.”

Compensation?

What does it mean to react immediately? Gee, Pei listens to the well－dressed bird. Beast, is that all men think about when they get married?

She didn’t let him touch her for several months, and she let him take a cold bath for several months.

I didn’t have a good temper to stare at him. I just wanted to run back to my mother’s family for a few days, otherwise… sooner or later I was killed by him.

… …

After Zhan Yan returned home, he still had to take medicine. Although there was no danger to his life, he should always pay attention to his health.

“Aunt Qing, can you stop drinking?”

At the moment, Zhanyan waved his hand like a child. He has been drinking tonic soup for several days in a row. He had drunk it in the hospital before.

When you come back, you have to keep drinking.

“Of course, it is full of medicinal materials, which can recuperate the body better than those Western medicines.”

Aunt Qing will never give in in this respect, just as Zhanyan’s health is her first－class event.

“But I…”

The miserable little eyes turned to her husband, who nudged her mouth and pretended to be pettish.

But it was Raymond who stood on the same front with Aunt Qing in this matter.

I can’t, so I have to drink.

… …

In the evening, Aunt Qing made milk powder for her child. Because of her appearance, she could not nurse herself, but Xiao Xiaobai was quite used to it.

“Will the child be too quiet?”

Looking at the sleeping little white, Zhanyan looked at her husband and was worried.

Before, I was still noisy in my stomach. How did I come out? I seldom cried or noisy.

“I’m only half a year old. What can I see?”

“But…”

Zhan Yan just doesn’t want to. My son will be the same as my father in the future.

Cold, not at all good.

How nice it is to be a big warm man and be lively and active!

Before she finished speaking, Raymond picked her up and put her back into the warm big bed.

“Mrs. Mu, more than half of you are with your children 24 hours a day. Now I want my time back.”

“What time?”

She is a mother now, isn’t it right to accompany her children?

Besides, does she owe him a lot of time?

“Warm…”

However, as the man spoke, his hand touched her white skin restlessly. She was wearing a nightgown and inevitably suffered losses.

It turns out that when he said time, he meant this.

However, it is also less than a year since she was hospitalized, until the child was born, and until she was discharged from hospital.

Think about it, it is really quite difficult for him.

Besides…

When he felt his clothes faded away, he kissed her skin, and she also had expectation and little shyness.

“Husband, you… be light.”

Every time this happens, the two are extremely uncoordinated.

He’s… Too long, and his strength is out of control.

As for her, every time she felt as if she had experienced a snowstorm and was weak.

“Do you miss me?”

Kissing her lips, the bewitched breath whirled.

Zhan Yan groaned and shook his head, not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t understand what he was asking.

It’s not that we have been separated for a long time. Isn’t he and she together all the time? Where do we miss each other every day?

“What I asked was, do you miss my body?”

Zhan Yan： … …

Shame and annoyance, but it happened that his kiss took away his reason.

Fit the situation at the right time. To be satisfied, she chanted softly, and immediately bit her lips in shame and anger. She didn’t want to make that shameful voice herself.

And what he wants tonight is to listen to her and think of him.

As before, how much do you think about it and tell him every word?

All night long, charming and touching.

… …

After the incident ended, Xiao Xiaobai woke up in the middle of the night and cried a few times.

Zhan Yan had no strength to move any more, while the man turned over and got out of bed. The rare scene was that he finally hugged his son.

The woman was in distress situation and watched the child stop crying in Raymond’s arms. She smiled angrily：

“Husband, you also eat your son’s vinegar. It’s really stingy.”

Before asking him why he likes girls, he did not say why.

But now, she knows everything.

Men’s terrible possessiveness, even their sons, is no exception.

Who let her son be a man? What else can Zhan Yan say? After the big deal… She spends more time with Mr. Mu at night.

“How does Mrs. Mu feel when she sees that she likes to pester me silently, huh?”

“I don’t feel it. It shows that your father and daughter are deeply attached to each other.”

In fact, what Zhan Yan thinks in his heart is－

Raymond is a disaster, but we must not always let him stick to him silently.

Otherwise, I will look for a husband silently in the future, taking Raymond as the standard. Where can I find him in the future?

After Xiao Xiaobai coaxed her to sleep, Zhanyan leaned against her husband’s arms and suddenly remembered something very important… but very far away.

At this time, it is time to take it out and ask Mr. Mu.

“Husband, there is one thing… you should not forget it.”

“What?”

“You said you would tell me when the disease is cured!”

Zhan Yan pointed at him, but he was not allowed to cheat.

“When did you fall in love with me, tell the truth.”

Raymond’s beautiful brow rose, but he smiled and said nothing.

“Is it difficult to answer, or do you not want to answer at all?”

“Yes.”

It’s the word again, she doesn’t want to hear it at all!

“Liar, ignore you!”

Zhan Yan said, she will get out of bed. She will not sleep in the same bed with the swindler. She will go to sleep in her former room!

But before the foot landed, someone’s warm big palm buckled her waist and fished it out into his arms.

Ear, is his warm thin lips, and dull voice, stick to her ear－

Those few words, word for word fell into her heart.

The woman’s eyes are dyed with joy and her smile is captivating. The flowers in her heart are in full bloom again. The scorching sun is like me.

Some people’s love, regardless of time, early or late, is only deep and shallow love.

Raymond’s love, sooner or later, will only get deeper and deeper.

Deep into his bone marrow blood, deep into his heart artery.

At the age of seven, a girl boldly stuffed her candy into his hand and gave him the warmth.

From that moment on, everything was already doomed.

No matter whether the rest of her life is one year, ten years or fifty years.

He accompanied her to protect her for the rest of her life.

… Text ending…Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Foreign articles.

Have you ever loved a person, who is the person you love?

Irrelevant strangers, childhood sweethearts playmates or lovers at first sight…

Or－

Your closest person.

When Bo Xiaoxiao was 12 years old, Carl family lost his life. Bo Lingyun died of illness at the age of 45.

Bo’s family all fell into deep sorrow, mourning for three days. The person who stayed in the cemetery at night was Bo Yanchen, the eldest son.

From a year ago, when his father was seriously ill, he began to take over the small owner of Bo’s group.

The girl beside him, with red eyes, leaned on his shoulder and cried－

“Elder brother, we have no father…”

My mother was so sad that she just wanted to go with her father. Now she looked disgruntled and fell ill in bed. She didn’t eat or drink.

The Bo brothers and sisters stayed in the cemetery tonight, leaving only silence.

This night, only he and she were there. Her fingers were cold, but she stayed by his side all the time.

Until the same cold big took her hand, probably negative negative positive.

Actually, between the palms, there is a trace of warmth.

… …

One month after her father’s death, Mrs. Bo finally figured it out. For the sake of her son and daughter and Carl family, she could no longer be so depressed.

She also has a pair of children, and she will give them all her love in the future.

Mrs. Bo went far away to relax, and on the third night after leaving, there was thunder and rain.

Bo Xiaoxiao is a girl. It is only natural that girls are afraid of these things.

Can’t find her mother, she can only hold the pillow, poor barefoot, wearing a pink nightgown out of her room.

The knock on the door was really light and small.

Small head stuck on the door, thin small soft voice soft gas：

“Brother… have you slept?”

However, no one responded to her.

She crouched down in front of his door with the pillow in her arms. When the thunder came, she covered her ears with fear.

But at this moment, the door opened.

Bo Yanchen wiped his wet hair and looked down at the man squatting in front of him like a miserable puppy.

See her red eyes, hold your mouth, want to cry.

“Elder brother…”

Every time, as long as she whispers the word, with a little pettish and wronged, she will let Bo Yanchen move the position of her left atrium.

He is now 20 years old, no longer 15 or 16 years old, knowing that she came to squat in front of his door to sleep in his bed and rub his warmth before falling asleep.

“Go back to your room and sleep.”

This time, his attitude was too cold and decisive. He shook his head and did not intend to obey－

“I want to sleep with you.”

As before, can’t you?