He stopped and turned around, only to see that the watery eyes that made him lose control were filled with tears, and two crystal tears had already burst out of his eyes.
Her expression was so painful, and her whole body ached as if the Hongyan needle was pricking her.
"What's wrong?"
"You hate me, don't you? You hate me for being so vicious, don't you?" Her tone has never been so humble. It turns out that in love, everyone is a loser. She is as proud as Feng Hongluan. When she "understands" Hong Yan's
In the back of my heart, I couldn't help but feel so sad and painful.
Hong Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he stepped forward with heartache and hugged Feng Hongluan in his arms: "Silly girl, what are you talking about? It's too late for me to love you, how could I hate you, even if I kill everyone in the world?
, even if you kill me, I won’t hate you.”
Feng Hongluan was startled, and the pain in her heart turned into the little woman's grievance along with her surprise: "Then why are you like this? Why do you want to leave?"
She was sobbing, and every time she cried, Hong Yan would rather stab him with a knife to feel more comfortable.
With one hand along Feng Hongluan's back, he put the other hand in front of Feng Hongluan with some embarrassment: "I'm afraid I can't control it and force you. I'm afraid I'll lose my mind. I'm afraid I'll do something to hurt you.
Things with the kids.”
Hearing this, Feng Hongluan closed her eyes shyly. She had never complained about the child in her belly, but at this moment, her motherly compassion was suppressed by her heartache for Hong Yan.
Indeed, she had been pregnant for a long time and encountered unexpected events one after another. Her body became weaker and weaker, and her stomach became more prone to accidents. Hong Yan had been holding back her health for many days.
However, right now, I can only endure it.
One night, the two of them just hugged each other and slept with their clothes on. Feng Hongluan slept soundly, but Hong Yan suffered another night of torture.
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Because he couldn't sleep well all night, when Feng Hongluan woke up the next day, Hong Yan was still sleeping.
Feng Hongluan pushed him, and he opened his eyes vaguely. His long eyelashes were like wings, which made even a woman jealous. His sharp features were like sculptures. One too many is too much, and one too little is too much.
Too few points.
Such a face is like a banished immortal, even though Feng Hongluan was named the most beautiful woman in the capital, in front of Hong Yan, she still felt that she was better than Xue and her appearance was mediocre.
She was not belittling herself. Hong Yan's handsomeness had been overshadowed by his bad reputation before. Now, half-awake, he was as quiet as a child, making people want to kiss him.
Fang was about to lean down, and he opened his eyes in a blink of an eye, facing the surprised face of Feng Hongluan who was very close at hand. He stood up and held her in his arms, accurately touching her red lips, which fell earlier than hers.
Kiss her gently until she is out of breath.
"What are you doing? I'm so disgusted!" Feng Hongluan said angrily as she punched him.
He chuckled, very rogue: "I hate it, do you like it?"
"Ignore you, get up, Yin Tian is about to come."
Hong Yan looked disappointed: "Hey, that troublesome person really brings out the atmosphere."
But he quickly rushed over: "Hongluan, my baby."
Feeling numb, Feng Hongluan blushed and rolled her eyes at him: "You don't mind feeling numb so early in the morning. Get up quickly. Why don't you look so good?"
She looked at Hong Yan, how could Hong Yan tell him that he couldn't do anything while holding her last night? She was tortured all night long and didn't fall asleep until dawn.
He stood up and took Feng Hongluan into his arms. He smiled softly and said, "It's probably because I was pressed by you last night and my arms were numb, so I couldn't sleep well."
Seeing the remorseful and apologetic expression on Feng Hongluan's face, he laughed mischievously: "Fool, you really believe it, even if a hundred of you sleep on my arm, I will only feel happy.
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Naturally, such glib talk will inevitably earn Feng Hongluan another look.
The couple played around on the bed several times, but when they saw that it was getting late, they finally got out of bed. Hongyan dressed himself, while Feng Hongluan put on a single piece of clothing and dressed up in front of the dressing mirror.
After she became pregnant, she rarely used makeup. The so-called makeup was nothing more than straightening her hair and applying some flowers.
Hong Yan put on his trousers, walked up behind her with his shirtless body, gently hugged Feng Hongluan, and rubbed her ears and temples.
Feng Hongluan was combing her hair and glanced at him in the mirror: "Don't dare to go in and put on clothes again. Be careful of Yang Yun coming in. I didn't close the door."
"Bad guy, you just want your man to be seen naked."
"Huh!" She didn't say anything, but just snorted. Seeing that he had been standing behind her with no time to relax, with his arms bare, she patted his waist with the hand holding the comb: "It's not fast, and he didn't recognize you again after a while.
It’s not good if you come in, it’s annoying to me, you just want to be seen out.”
Hong Yan succeeded and laughed evilly. Whether he wanted to be seen lightly was secondary. What was more important was that he, a tough-tongued little woman, clearly didn't want him to be seen lightly.
He quickly put on the bed clothes, fearing that his sweetheart would be angry. After all, he had important things to do today.
Seeing Feng Hongluan's hair in a bun, he stepped forward, pinched a water-red gem hairpin from the jewelry box, and tied it on the back of her head: "Today, wear that pink dress."
"Which one is pink?"
Her pink dress is really not that good, and I don’t know which one he meant.
He kissed her cheek gently: "The one I gave you."
Feng Hongluan's expression was a bit embarrassed, and he hesitated and said: "The clothes you gave me are too hot, and I can't wear them now. Otherwise, I will pass them to you in winter, winter."
Hong Yan thought about it, and it was true that it was winter at that time, but she was still angry with him and deliberately wore a green autumn skirt to see him.
Later, while she was drinking tea in the teahouse, he ordered someone to take the green autumn clothes and make a pink winter skirt of the same style and look. Now that autumn has not passed yet, a warm-colored winter skirt is really not suitable.
"Then when you go back this time, take that dress with you!"
Feng Hongluan smiled again with a guilty conscience: "Okay, take it with you."
Seeing the expression on Hong Yan's face after being fooled, he finally felt relieved. However, after feeling relieved, he couldn't help but sigh, why does this person have such a good memory when he has nothing to do, and why does he bother to check it out when he has nothing to do?