Chapter 129

It's beating faster and faster.

Does Lu Yan want to divorce Yanyu?

When Lu Yan arrived at the apartment, it was dark. There was no light and no one. He didn't turn on the light. In the dark, he opened the shoe cabinet in the porch.

Vaguely see the slippers are still there.

He took out his slippers, changed his shoes, went in, sat down on the sofa, leaned back, slightly raised his head, closed his eyes, and his face was a little tense.

He didn't know where the metaphor had gone. He pressed the light on the screen of his mobile phone and looked at the time.

It's not too late.

In his right hand, holding a small box, wine red velvet heart-shaped packaging, he did not know what he was thinking, the joints were all covered with a faint white.

The moon is dim, the moon is covered by clouds, only a faint luster.

After a while, the sound of opening the door came from outside the apartment. Little star didn't know what she was laughing for. Her voice was clear and clear. The words gently stopped her: "smile again in the room, we should be quiet, otherwise we will disturb others."

Someone turned on the lights.

The apartment door was closed again.

Lu Yan twisted his eyebrows slightly. The crease between his eyebrows was deep. Maybe he had been in the dark for a long time. He felt that the light was too dazzling. He narrowed his eyes slightly to avoid the direct light.

Aunt Lin said, "I'll clean up the guest room and give it to Xiao Nanfeng."

The voice of the metaphor is smiling: "aunt Lin, why don't you give little star a bath first? She's tired today. She's just sleepy. She's rubbing her eyes."

"Good."

Aunt Lin turned and went into the bathroom.

Lu Yan sat on the sofa on the other side, just blocked by the green plant. He opened his eyes, and the next second, he heard the voice of the little boy. He said, "aunt Yan, put the little star on the carpet, and I'll help you look at your little sister."

The metaphor said, "good." She answered and walked towards Lu Yan's direction. Turning her eyes, she was almost startled by Lu Yan's figure.

Her eyelashes trembled: "Lu Yan?"

Lu Yan stood up, looked at Yu Yu and at the little boy he had never seen before.

The little boy was looked at by Lu Yan like this, subconsciously pulled the hand of the next speech, he blinked his eyes, obediently called: "uncle."

Lu Yan's face was expressionless and his tone was not in any mood. He nodded faintly and said to Yu, "you're back."

Yu Yu was a little surprised. She thought Lu Yan would not come back today.

Moreover, looking at the current situation, Lu Yan seems to be waiting for her to come back.

"This is my boss's child, Qin Nanfeng. Lawyer Qin went on a business trip today, so he asked me to take care of the child for the time being."

Lu Yan's indifferent eyes lightly skimmed over Qin Nanfeng's body and picked his eyebrows: "Qin rang's child?"

There was no emotion in his tone.

Words nod.

The little star was so sleepy that he rubbed his eyes. When he saw Lu Yan, he gave him a soft cry and asked for a hug.

Lu Yan's eyes seemed to have a shallow smile. He hugged little star, and the whole embrace was full of milk fragrance. Little star put his arms around Lu Yan's neck, came close to him and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

Lu Yan light voice: "you go to help Qin rang's son arrange, small star I will take care of."

Yu took a look at Lu Yan and didn't think much about it.

Qin Nanfeng learned to take a bath by himself very early, but today he didn't change his clothes. Yu found a bath towel for him to wash, put it on himself, and quickly got into the bed.

Yu knocks on the bedroom door and pushes it in. Under the light, her eyebrows are very gentle: "Nanfeng, can I come in?"

Qin Nanfeng nodded.

Yanyu came in. Qin Nanfeng lay on the bed. Yanyu touched his quilt and asked him, "are you cold? Is the thickness of the quilt OK?"

Qin Nanfeng only showed a pair of dark beautiful eyes, nodded: "not cold, very warm."

"Can you sleep by yourself?"

Qin Nanfeng blinked his eyes. He wanted to say yes, but when the words came to his mouth, he asked softly, "aunt Yan, is my sister asleep?"

"Sleep."

Qin Nanfeng blinked his eyes again. He seemed embarrassed. He didn't know whether his cheek was covered with red or shy red. He said in a soft voice, "I can't sleep. Aunt Yan, can you tell me a bedtime story?"

"Of course," he said with a smile

Qin Nanfeng's face became more and more red. He calmed himself down and told himself over and over again that he was not ashamed. He was still a good boy, although he had never heard bedtime stories since he was a child.

After thinking about it, I found a Dutch fairy tale and told Qin Nanfeng the adventures of the little prince.

Qin Nanfeng took a look at the metaphor, and then closed his eyes. There was a gentle voice in his ear.

He held it in his little hand and felt lost.How could aunt Yan be so good? How could he like aunt Yan so much? How could he not have a mother? If aunt Yan were his mother, how could he.

But he knew it was impossible. Aunt Yan had her own home.

Qin Nanfeng's heart is sour. The more he listens, the more sad he is and the more he can't sleep. However, in order to reassure the metaphor, he pretends to be asleep.

After telling two stories, Yu tentatively called his name: "Nanfeng? "South wind?"

When Qin Nanfeng heard this, he moved his ears and didn't answer.

After a while, Yu stood up, turned off the light and went out. The bedroom door closed gently.

There are tears in the corner of Qin Nanfeng's eyes.

Dad said he lived with his mother when he was a child, but he didn't remember her face at all.

He is a poor child without a mother.

Yuyu went to the baby room to look at the little star, and then went back to the master bedroom.

Lu Yan did not sleep, he was wearing a nightgown, standing in front of the window, slightly open the window, the cold wind a little bit penetrated in, heard the footsteps, Lu Yan turned around.

There was an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

The simile glanced at his cigarette: "didn't you promise me to quit smoking?"

"I didn't smoke." Lu Yan said, put the cigarette on one side of the table, conveniently closed the window.

They go to bed quietly without any conversation. They lie down separately. When the metaphor is about to fall into sleep, suddenly a body comes up behind them.

The man's warm breath sprayed on her neck, he was still silent, but his hands were getting tighter and tighter.

The simile struggled and didn't break away. Instead, he turned to face him and slept in his arms.

It's a ghost.

A dream in the same bed. But it seems to be a perfect match, especially warm. Sometimes, both of them suddenly come up with an idea, in fact, is the other person the most suitable person for them