Being held in the palm of his hand and cherished like this, the long-standing crux in Qian Qian's heart finally began to dissolve.
She pushed her husband away slightly, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was hoarse, "Do you really... don't mind? I showed it to Fei Fei, and she was scared. She said she would never dare to have children in her life.
It’s so scary.”
With her eyelashes lowered, she spoke in a lower tone and muttered: "You men... I don't believe you didn't feel bad after seeing it."
She wanted to say, aren't men all visual creatures, why do they still like the new and hate the old?
Even if you say you don't mind, you must be complaining in your heart: Why is it so disgusting and unappetizing!
So every time she was having sex, she had to turn off all the lights. In addition to her low self-esteem and not wanting her husband to see her ugliness, she was also worried that her husband's enthusiasm would suddenly dwindle after seeing such a disgusting belly...
This kind of thing happens a lot between couples.
If it happened between them, it would be so embarrassing, and the blow would be worse than if she faced her own "flaws" head-on.
Feng Moyan was so angry that he didn't know what to say and suddenly pinched her face.
"Ah! What are you doing!" Qian Qian almost jumped up in pain and shouted angrily.
"We have gone through so much, and your understanding of me is still so superficial?" Although his wife did not finish her words, Feng Moyan still understood her thoughts.
"It's not that you are superficial, it's just human nature." Everyone has a love for beauty. Whether you love beauty yourself or like to see the beauty of others, it's all natural.
"So your requirements for your husband are so low? Just a little bit of humanity is enough?" Doesn't a real man even have the sense to overcome the bottom line of humanity?
Seeing that he was angry, the woman timidly raised her eyes and glanced at him, and what she said suddenly made people feel heartbroken: "But the lower the expectations, the easier it is to be satisfied, and you won't be so disappointed and hurt... Of course I know you are not that
You are a heartless person, but there is no need to use this to test you."
"..." Feng Moyan was so angry...
He turned his head, feeling dizzy.
What on earth had he done? To make his wife have so little confidence in him that she dared not make any demands of him.
What a failure!
"You...you are really -" After a while, he turned around and pointed his hand in front of his wife, "You are trying to make me angry to death! How could there be such a fool as you in the world! Did you know that you were lying on the bed at that time?
How did I feel outside the delivery room when life and death were uncertain? If you could come out of the operating room alive and stand in front of me well, I would..."
He was a little incoherent, and after a while he emphasized again: "Anyway, I tell you, I don't care whether you are beautiful or ugly, I just want you to stay with me until we are seventy and eighty years old together, our hair is bald, our teeth have fallen out, and our face is covered with age spots.
Don’t even try to avoid me!”
Qian Qian was originally very depressed, but when she suddenly heard him describing the scene of seventy and eighty-year-olds, she couldn't help but think about it, and laughed out loud.
There were still tears hanging from her eyelashes, but she did smile happily.
Feng Moyan was a little confused, like a monk two feet tall, "Why are you laughing? You don't believe me?"
She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes again, but this time they were not tears of sadness and loss.
"No... I just think the scene you described is a bit tragic."
"It's just a fact. Who won't grow old or be ugly? Do you think I've aged a lot this year?" He was still depressed in the morning, fearing that he would age too quickly after staying up too late and not be worthy of the beauty around him.
mother.
Qian Qian looked at him with a smile, "No, he's still so handsome."
In fact, she also noticed that her husband had been very hard this year, and the years had indeed quietly left their traces.
But as a man, forty is still a flower! He is still early.
Nowadays, he is calmer and more charming, and he is even more attractive to her, which is why she is a little bit... underestimating herself.
Seeing his wife smiling happily, Feng Moyan's face softened slightly, he hugged her again, kissed her on the lips, and his tone softened: "Honey, really... don't think about those messy things. If I can, I will think more about it."
I will bear those sins on your behalf. Thinking of the hardships you endured while lying in bed and having your uterus cut off to save your life, I often wake up in my dreams with fright. Only by holding you in my arms can I be sure that you are safe and sound with me.
around."
This is true.
Qianqian often feels like she is being hugged tightly in her sleep, as if she is wrapped in vines.
Sometimes I wake up from being uncomfortable and realize that the person next to me is having a nightmare. I hold her tightly and keep mumbling.
"In comparison, those scars are nothing. When I see your belly, I will indeed be shocked, but it is not frightened and disgusted, but distressed. My heart will really shrink in pain..."
"Stop talking..." Qian Qian slowly seriousened her expression, raised her head to look at his gentle face, a smile appeared on her lips, and she was relieved, "I overthink, I demand too much of myself, and I thought you did too.
That kind of thing.”
"You're wrong. It's not easy for women. It's so hard to have children. You still want to return to the workplace and keep your figure and beauty at its peak. How is this possible? From now on, you should treat your husband
The more you ask for, the more tolerant you can be to yourself."
Qian Qian raised her eyebrows, "Can I do this?"
"certainly!"
"Then what if I become fat and become an aunt?"
"Then I will feel more at ease. It will be much safer when you return to work."
"..." This brain circuit is really strange.
The two of them talked so much that they forgot what they were going to do in the first place.
Qian Qian was so moved that she almost wanted to take the initiative, so she raised her wrist and hooked her husband's neck, looking at him eagerly.
But Feng Moyan didn't know which muscle was wrong. He didn't seem to receive the radio waves sent by his wife, so he actually raised his hand to help her pull up the bathrobe.
Qianqian is stupid...
What does this mean?
Feng Moyan saw the surprise and confusion on her face and asked, "Didn't you just say...that you weren't feeling well?"
"..." She was speechless! At that time, she didn't want to and made excuses, but he didn't pay attention to her.
Now she took the initiative to show her kindness, but this guy...
It’s simply a lump of elm wood!
Seeing his wife's confused expression, Feng Moyan suddenly smiled and said, "Are you not feeling well? Then... is it okay now?"
"No!" She was no longer in the mood, so she pushed the fool away, grabbed her bathrobe and wanted to go out.
But how could Mr. Feng let her go?
He stretched out his long arm and pulled her back by the waist. He put his other hand on her waist and lifted her up effortlessly. Qian Qian whispered and sat down on the washstand.
She was frightened: "Feng Moyan!"
The man got between her legs, hugged her intimately, and rubbed his thin lips against her neck, "Don't worry, the quality of this countertop is very good."
"The quality is very good, so it's not like... uh--" Before she could finish her words, the man bit her ear, and the shuddering sensation like an electric shock made her lose her mind in an instant, and she forgot what to say.
In the past year, this was the first time that Feng Moyan saw his wife's charming style in bright light.
The long-suppressed longing came out. If he hadn't pitied her overworked body after the operation, he wouldn't have wanted to go out the whole day.
After the madness, the battlefield shifted from the bathroom to the bed.
Feng Mo's words were still unfinished, he hugged her and kissed her again and again, rubbing her ears and temples together, feeling so happy that he didn't want to leave.
Qian Qian closed her eyes and said feebly: "Are you done yet? It's very tiring to stay up late. I think you can go to Jingyanggang to hunt tigers."
Mr. Feng supported his head with one hand, lying on his side and looked at his wife, giving a sinister look: "I am very tired, but I can't stand some people who are too enthusiastic..."
Qian Qian suddenly opened her eyes, stretched out her hand, grabbed a pillow and threw it at her.
The man laughed happily, threw away the pillow, then rushed back to hug his wife, and said dotingly: "Fool! Why did you think about those messy things before? You see how fascinated I am by you, you should understand that I don't
Don't care about that." Otherwise, he would definitely not want to touch her.
While saying this, he was still pressing Qian Qian's abdomen with one hand, massaging it gently.
Qian Qian said nothing, but raised her hand to cover the back of his hand. After being silent for a while, she said, "Maybe I care too much about you, and I just want to be perfect in front of you."
The big palm on the abdomen suddenly stopped, Feng Moyan looked at her, and she also looked at him intently.
"Is this... a confession?"
"..." The woman blushed, turned away her eyes, and pursed her lips in a smile.
"Whether you admit it or not, I take it as a confession. It's not easy. It's rare to hear a word of love from you."
Qian Qian laughed, "I haven't said that before?"
"What did you say?"
"Say that I love you..."
"Did you say that?"
Qian Qian thought for a while and said seriously: "I must have told you that your brain is not working well."
"Then say it again, and I will remember it carefully this time."
Haha - Qianqian looked at him and smiled without saying a word.
In order to deceive a love story, I have to pretend to be crazy and act stupid.
Seeing that she refused to say anything, Feng Moyan began to threaten again, "It seems that I have to use some means to do it."
Turning over, he pressed his wife under him again and pulled back the nightgown she had just arranged.
Qianqian quickly grabbed her belt and protested with a smile: "Are you done or not? It's almost noon!"
"Are you going to tell me?" He leaned down and deliberately "acupunctured" her neck with the stubble that had grown overnight, and took a bite from time to time. "Are you going to tell me? Believe it or not, I'll leave some on your neck.
plum bossom?"
"Don't!" The woman giggled and put her hands on his chest to resist his punishment.
Isn't it just a confession?
We are an old married couple, what is there to be shy about?
She laughed and shouted: "Feng Moyan, I love you, I love you very much. Although I don't know when I started to fall in love with you again, I can be sure that the person who can accompany me to the end in this life is
, it must be you!"
The man stopped and looked directly at her condescendingly.
Qian Qian looked at his stunned expression and wondered, "What's wrong with you?"
He asked in a low voice: "So, there was really a time when you... didn't love me?"
Qianqian's face also froze.
She spoke so hastily just now that she didn't even realize it.
"Is this important? It's all in the past. We love now and will love in the future. That's enough."
He responded in a low voice, turned over and lay down, holding his wife quietly.
After a while, the hoarse voice came back on: "Honey, let's have a wedding. I want to tell the world that we are husband and wife."