Chapter 299

For a moment, song Xiaoman's eyebrows and eyes were covered with a smile.

She left him, ran to pull up the curtains, turned off the light again, and the room darkened.

Her two small hands holding his face, squeeze his handsome face a little deformed, playful smile: "well, to meet your birthday wishes, now you can blow the candles."

Gently swaying candlelight reflected in her delicate face, set off her more gentle and moving.

Qin Shinan's eyes didn't move away for a second. He rubbed her cheek gently with his finger: "that's good."

Song Xiaoman snorted: "of course, I've always been good, only you are not good."

Probably in the special atmosphere, her voice sounds very hoarse, inexplicably added to the temptation.

Qin Shinan leaned forward and blew the candle off.

He has experienced the atmosphere of a child's birthday by lighting candles and making wishes.

Song Xiaoman cut a small piece of cake into the plate and fed it to the man's mouth one by one: "is it delicious? Is it a little scorched? "

"It's delicious."

At present, Qin Shinan was already in a hurry. After eating a few mouthfuls, he couldn't wait to pick him up and walk towards the stairs.

"Husband, where are you going?"

"It's time to go to bed after the cake."

"But I haven't eaten yet..."

“……”

The door of the room is kicked open and song Xiaoman is put on the bed.

Qin Shinan leaned down, kissing him, and with his other hand he hastily opened the drawer. He grabbed five or six of them from the box and put them on the pillow.

Song Xiaoman took a look: "husband, how do you..."

Is this, is this a little more?

She hugged him shyly and felt that he was in a hurry. His breath was heavy, as if he was panting.

But since she was hospitalized, he really depressed for a long time, and today is to make up for his birthday, let him be happy!

Before it was dark, song Xiaoman fell asleep.

……

Late at night, after taking a bath, Qin Shinan leans on the head of the bed and looks through the company's statements. In the other arm, a little cute is sleeping soundly.

I don't know how long after that, song Xiaoman gently arched his aching body, yawned and rubbed his eyelids.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she could see the man's well-defined jaw and protruding Adam's apple. Under the soft and dim light, it seemed to set off the masculinity.

She pulled hoarse voice, voice is very light and pitiful to mumble: "husband, I'm hungry..."

In Qin Dynasty, the South was slightly stunned.

It occurred to me that she hadn't eaten since she came back from outside. Just now, she didn't even let her eat the cake, so he brought her to the room.

After he finished, she was so tired that she fell asleep. Was she probably awake from hunger now?

He was carried away by desire

He gently pinched her miserable face: "good, you lie down, my husband will bring you food downstairs."

When he came in with a tray, his little wife was sitting on the bed wrapped in a quilt, showing only a messy head.

Song Xiaoman climbed up to the man's lap, leaned lazily against him and raised his hazy eyes: "husband, you are too bad. If you are full, you don't care about me. I was so hungry in my dream just now."

"It's my husband who makes us hungry." Qin Shinan couldn't help laughing.

It's really pitiful and lovely.

He felt that if he looked more, he would be unable to control bullying his lovely baby

Seeing that her pajamas were slipping, he arranged them for her and smoothed her messy long hair a little.

He wants to be calm and restrained, but the baby in his arms is very restless. He hugs his waist tightly, and his face rubs against him, like a kitten playing coquetry with his master.

Song Xiaoman curved his lips and said with a smile, "I have no strength. Honey, you feed me."

After eating, song Xiaoman is not sleepy now, and his eyes are more and more clear.

Qin Shinan leaned on the head of the bed and put the unfinished reports together beside him.

"Have you had enough, and go on sleeping?"

"I'm not sleepy now."

Song Xiaoman is still lying in the man's arms, small hands deliberately touch his cold face: "husband, do you like full?"

"Well."

"I can't be so perfunctory. I like it."

"I like it."

"Are you full of love?"

"Love."

It was the expected answer, but when she heard him say it, her heart was always sweet, like being touched to the softest place in her heart.

She buries her face in front of him and breathes a fresh peppermint flavor, which is unique to her husband.

"Husband, you should always say these words to me in the future. You'd better say them every day. I like to listen to them."

"Won't you be tired of hearing too much?"

"Of course, I'm not tired of hearing it all my life."

"OK, I see."

Qin Shinan turned off the light. It's past eleven o'clock. It's time for her to close her eyes and have a good rest.

In the dark, song Xiaoman sleeps in the man's arm, nestles up to him, and asks softly, "husband, is it really OK that we live here? Has grandfather ever asked me about it? "

"Full, I said that if you don't want to go back, we will live here in the future, and I will arrange more servants."

Song Xiaoman's heart throbbed for a while. He leaned closer to him and nodded his head: "give me more time. When I understand, I'll go to see my grandfather. I'll have a talk with him."

Qinyuan is the place where his mother used to live, and her grandfather also lives there, but she still can't face it calmly.

Wen Yan, Qin Shinan slightly propped up.

Stroking her face, his distressed tone was a bit serious: "full, you don't need to force yourself, don't force yourself to see anyone or do anything, even if you never want to see him, it doesn't matter. Do you know what my husband means?"

Today, she went to the prison to visit Song Dahe, and then went to his mother's cemetery. In fact, he knew very well that she was not fully prepared. Maybe there was a potential force to force her to move forward, but it was definitely not her intention.

If she had been relieved, she would not have had to avoid him in the cemetery.

Song Xiaoman suddenly choked, low voice: "but if your mother is still alive, she will not accept me, she will not want me to be your wife, she will not like me..."

Tears in his heart, Qin Shinan distressed to kiss her forehead: "fool, you are my wife, as long as I like enough, no one can change my decision."

"Husband... Are we guilty? Can we be together in peace of mind? "

She wanted to ignore the strange thoughts in her heart, but from time to time, there was always a voice telling her that it was wrong.

Qin Shinan hugged her trembling body: "don't cry, full, believe my husband, OK?"

Song Xiaoman nods and believes in him. In her life, she only believes in him