"Go to sleep, my husband is here." Jin Beisen turned his head and kissed Zhou Manchun's slightly pursed lips affectionately.
The way this woman pursed her lips made people feel that she was a little fickle. In the dark, Jin Beisen blinked his black eyes and stared at her as she slept. His hand on her waist tightened.
That night, Zhou Manchun slept very well.
The next day, the weather was stormy and sunny. It was a rare good weather.
Uncle Zou ran between the hospital and the police station last night. He was very tired. After all, he was old and not as energetic as young people.
The first ray of sunshine in the morning shone into the villa's back garden. The breeze blew and the fragrance of flowers overflowed.
Uncle Zou was lying on the couch with his eyes closed. Suddenly, his sharp ears heard a sound. He suddenly opened his eyes and said in a serious voice that made people's hearts tremble. "Who is it?"
"I haven't seen you for a long time. Master is still as good as ever." Kang Song, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, appeared behind Uncle Zou without anyone noticing. He was only in his early twenties, but he had extraordinary skills.
Kang Song was born in an ordinary family. Three years ago, he entered the special forces to train. Uncle Zou took a fancy to him and accepted him as a disciple. A year ago, he went to England to study for a master's degree in harmony. He just returned to China last night.
"Song, when did you come back?" Uncle Zou stood up from the couch in surprise. He planned to train Kang Song to be the next him and work hard for Jin Beisen. He wanted to retire in a few years. Uncle Zou was also in his early twenties. He followed Jin Jiahe to build the country. Now, Jin Jiahe had already retired and retired at home. He, the ferghana horse, was still fighting on the battlefield.
"I just got off the plane last night. Master, how have you been?" Are you feeling well? "Kang Song politely pulled Uncle Zou to lie down and massaged his legs. He was very filial.
"I'm fine. It's just that I've been busy with work recently. Boss Jin and his wife encountered kidnappers in the underground garage. Boss Jin was accidentally injured and was sent to the hospital." Uncle Zou sighed, feeling melancholy.
"Ah? How could this be? Is boss Jin badly injured? "
"I lost quite a lot of blood, but I've been resuscitated. You came back at the right time. After you endure for a few more years, I'll retire and enjoy my life," Uncle Zou said with a smile. The sternness in his eyes had faded a bit.
"Master, you're still young."
Uncle Zou lay lazily on the chair and shook his hand. "Don't flatter me. I'm really old. Do you want to go to work now or in a few days?"
"Then let's go now."
"Alright, it's good to get to know each other earlier."
Ye Family.
Yip Chun Wen got up very early. Ever since Jin Shuwen got pregnant, her temper was very bad. Especially last night, Yip Chun Wen woke up with a black face. He thought about it all night. What did he do wrong? Why did Jin Shuwen treat him so coldly?
Could it be that pregnant women have a bad temper and have an inexplicable outburst?
Although Yip Chun Wen had thousands of doubts in his heart, he still went to the kitchen to make Jin Shuwen's favorite steamed eggs with milk.
After Jin Shuwen washed up, when she went downstairs with Jin Yumo, she saw that the table downstairs was filled with a sumptuous breakfast. Among them was her favorite, steamed eggs with milk.
"Wenwen, Xiaomo, good morning." Yip Chun Wen took off his apron and walked over gracefully.
"Good morning, Uncle," Jin Yumo let go of Jin Shuwen's hand obediently and walked to Yip Chun Wen's side politely.
Jin Shuwen still kept a straight face. She directly ignored Yip Chun Wen and her favorite steamed eggs with milk. She held Jin Yumo's hand and said to Jin Yumo in a doting tone, "Xiaomo, Auntie will take you out for breakfast, okay?"
Jin Yumo's eyes widened in confusion. He pointed at the table with his finger. "Auntie, don't we have a lot of delicious food at home?"
With that, Jin Yumo swallowed his saliva and looked at Jin Shuwen with eager eyes.
"Wenwen, the food outside is not hygienic. I made your favorite steamed eggs with milk." Ye Junwen smiled attentively, but he was still on tenterhooks. He was afraid that he would accidentally anger her again.
"No, I don't want to eat this today. I'm sick to death of eating steamed eggs with milk every day." Jin Shuwen frowned and curled her lips, looking cold.
Jin Yumo tilted his head and looked at the two of them. Although he was young and ignorant, he could still feel Jin Shuwen's displeasure. He pouted and noticed that the atmosphere was a little depressing. He calmly walked back to Jin Shuwen's side and pulled her slender fingers. "Auntie, let's eat outside. Xiaomo wants to eat soup dumplings."
Yip Chun Wen didn't want to argue with Jin Shuwen. Moreover, there was a child here. He frowned and looked at her without saying a word.
Jin Shuwen held Jin Yumo's hand and walked past him, pretending not to see him. She walked to the entrance and changed into a pair of white shoes. She helped Jin Yumo put on a pair of sandals and walked out.
After Jin Shuwen left, the empty living room became even more desolate. Ye Junwen stared at the food on the dining table angrily. He was holding back his anger, but he didn't know where to vent it. He could only bring the trash can over, pick up the plates of fresh food, and throw them away.
If she didn't eat, he wouldn't eat either!
At the hospital.
Zhou Manchun was sleeping soundly in Jin Beisen's arms. When Jin Beisen moved slightly, he felt the woman's soft body pressing against his. This feeling made him even happier. His thin lips unconsciously raised into a smile. He opened his black eyes and looked at her sleeping face with a doting expression.
Zhou Manchun moved her body. Her hand accidentally touched the gauze wrapped around Jin Beisen's abdomen. She hurriedly woke up from her sleep and opened her eyes wide.
Jin Beisen looked at her in amusement. Seeing her big reaction, the corner of his mouth twitched. There was gentleness hidden between his brows. "What's wrong?"
"I didn't press on your wound, did I?" Zhou Manchun sat up and hurriedly pulled the blanket to take a look. Fortunately, there was no blood seeping out of his gauze. Her worried heart was finally at ease.
Jin Beisen's brows moved slightly, but he had a smile on his face. "I'm fine. Even if you really press on me, it won't hurt." He hooked his finger and tugged on Zhou Manchun's arm that was propped up on the bed. He stretched out his long arm and domineeringly pulled her into his embrace.
Zhou Manchun immediately came into Jin Beisen's firm embrace again. There was something called a sense of security spreading in her heart. Jin Beisen hooked her chin and pried open her teeth with the tip of his tongue. He suddenly kissed her deeply.
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