After all, what else is there to choose from when sleeping on a ready-made bed?
Just like people who just eat without cooking, you have to eat whether it tastes good or not, and you can't just talk about it, otherwise you won't be able to eat it in the future.
After the "mattress" was laid out, Yang Qianyu went upstairs and took down all the bedding from the cabinet. She was afraid that someone with a special body would suffer from cold lower limbs, so after thinking about it, she also took down all the bedding on the bed in her room.
Just to sleep this night, after struggling for a long time, he would get out tomorrow, and she would have to wash everything and put it back.
What a love brain~
"How is it? Are you satisfied, Mr. Feng?" After the bed was made, she was panting from exhaustion, deliberately taunting, and said to herself, "I am really sick, I should just drive you away."
Feng Moyan nodded, very satisfied. After hearing this, he immediately coaxed: "Thank you for your hard work, I will have someone buy a bed and deliver it to you tomorrow."
"Don't waste it! Last time you bought a six-piece imported dining table set for the place where I rented, and gave it to the landlord for nothing!" This is not a way to spend money if you have money.
"It doesn't matter, I am the landlord here."
"..."
It was late at night and the whole building was quiet.
The two of them were lying on the floor. Yang Qianyu opened her eyes and looked at the light above her head. She felt weird no matter how she lay down.
Although she had an unhappy life as a child, she had never slept on the floor in her life.
Now, thanks to someone, her life experience has become a little richer.
But Feng Moyan was very comfortable, mainly because he hugged the person he missed day and night. He was really happy sleeping in a doghouse or a pig's nest, not to mention that the floor was soft and warm, no worse than a bed.
However, with the warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms, he was inevitably a little distracted, so he didn't feel sleepy for a while.
A big hand was wrapped around the woman's waist. At first, she was quite honest, but then she couldn't help it... and started to make trouble.
"What are you doing?" Yang Qianyu was instantly startled by the hot touch on her waist, her body tensed up instinctively, and she turned to look at him.
Someone said shamelessly: "It's not warm when I sleep. My hands are all cold. Please warm me up."
"..." Listen, are these words shameful?
A grown man, in the dead of winter, has no gentlemanly manners. If he doesn't take the initiative to help his woman warm the bed, he has to ask her to use her body to warm his hands!
Qianqian felt that she couldn't tolerate him.
"I think your hands are quite warm." She rolled her eyes at the man and pulled his troublesome hands out of the quilt.
But the man got in again, and now he also brought his face towards her, and got into her hair: "Then let me help you warm up, you are so cold."
"..." It's true that even the city walls are not as thick-skinned as him.
"Feng Moyan, don't make trouble, let's talk for a while." The woman pressed his hand through her pajamas, looking at him with gentle eyes like water, and said.
The man muttered, "You can talk later."
"No..." She suppressed her blush, looked away shyly, and muttered, "It's impossible without safety measures."
When they moved here, Feng Moyan had never been here, so naturally he didn't prepare anything like that.
And she is in a critical period these days, so she must not take any chances.
Feng Moyan's expression paused, and he stared at her with burning and passionate eyes, stunned.
"Really." She emphasized again, and then slowly pulled his hand out, letting him hold it around her waist through her pajamas.
Mr. Feng was extremely disappointed. He hugged her and gnashed his teeth and uttered: "I will buy it together with the bed tomorrow!"
Yang Qianyu punched her angrily, "Is this why you came to see us? How long has it been and you still have these thoughts?"
"Originally, I didn't have it, but I can't help it when I see you. It's the body's instinct."
Feng Moyan's words are not false.
He didn't know what kind of magic power this woman had, but he couldn't help but fall in love with her as soon as he saw her. He wanted to hug her, kiss her, and go to the clouds and rains of Wushan Mountain with her to experience the bliss of the world.
This... Qianqian couldn't accept it.
Otherwise, he could continue to pull it off shamelessly.
When Feng Moyan saw that she was silent, he knew that she was shy. Although he felt sorry for her, he did not force him.
After all, she is not suitable for pregnancy at this time. If she does get pregnant and has an abortion, it will cause great harm to her body.
"How are you going to spend New Year's Eve? Are you going to stay in Jiangcheng, or do you plan to go out for fun?" Feng Moyan adjusted his mood and took the initiative to change the topic.
Yang Qianyu looked at him, her big eyes round and seductive when she raised her eyes, "I didn't expect that Fisher asked me to go out for two days, but I was afraid that there were people everywhere, and it would be too difficult to bring three children with me.
It's troublesome. You can't walk here, and even if you can walk, it's not convenient to travel - so I haven't thought about it yet."
Feng Moyan knew that she didn't mean to complain, but hearing her say that, he still felt guilty.
"I really can't leave during the Spring Festival and can't accompany you. If you want to go out with Fisher, you can ask Aunt Rong and Ah Quan to follow you, so that it won't be very hard for you."
"But I asked Aunt Rong, and she said that in previous years, from New Year's Eve to the third day of the Lunar New Year, they went back on vacation."
"That's true, but this year is special. We can let them move their vacation to a later date. As for their salary and benefits, just pay them three times."
"It's not okay...it's the Chinese New Year."
"It's okay. I'll talk to them tomorrow. If they are willing, don't force it, okay?" Feng Moyan's character and temper have changed a lot in the past few months, and they are no longer as cold as before.
tough.
"That's fine. But let me go and talk. If you put your face in that direction, they won't dare to refuse."
"Okay, it's up to you..."
The voices of the two chatting became lower and lower. Yang Qianyu felt a little sleepy and yawned in his arms, "You don't have to worry about us. I will take care of myself and the children. You just need to take care of yourself."
…”
Her gentle and soft appearance resembles an adorable little kitten.
Feng Moyan lowered his eyes and looked at her, his heart was incredibly gentle. The hand on her waist unconsciously raised and pushed the hair on her cheek behind her ear, revealing her fair and delicate face.
"Well, you don't have to worry about me. With you here, I cherish myself more than ever."
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved closer again like a man possessed, his thin lips brushed the tip of her straight nose, his handsome face turned slightly, and he kissed her soft and sweet lips.
"Qianqian...I love you..." His whisper seemed to be seducing him, sinking into his heart, and his strong love couldn't help but blurt out.
"Huh?" Yang Qianyu's heartstrings tightened, suspecting that she heard wrongly, and her eyes opened slightly.
Feng Moyan looked at her smart and seductive eyes, his handsome face flushed, and suddenly lost the courage to confess his love again, so he simply stood up slightly, held her and kissed her deeper.
Yang Qianyu was already sleepy, but when he kissed her, her brain was deprived of oxygen, which made her sleepy even more.
After kissing for a long time, it seemed that he was about to lose control again, but the woman in his arms was so lazy and tired that he didn't even want to open his eyelids.
Feng Moyan felt unbearable, but had no choice but to force himself to clear his mind again. Like coaxing Xixi when he was a child, he patted the woman's back, and said in a hoarse tone full of affection: "Go to sleep.
I won’t bother you anymore…”
"Well, good night..." The woman responded like a gnat, and within a moment, she fell into a sweet dream.
Mr. Feng opened his eyes and sighed quietly in his heart, loving and hating the little thing in his arms.
She slept soundly, but unfortunately he couldn't even get up and take a cold shower, so he could only endure it until the coldness of the room calmed the passion in his body, and then he fell asleep with the woman in his arms.