Yan Qingwan looked out the window at the already dark night, the stars and the moon came out to accompany the night, only the people who did not return home were still wandering outside.

"Mom, why don't you eat?" Yan Heng found that Mommy didn't know, and he put down the chopsticks in his hand.

Seeing this, Yan Qingwan handed the chopsticks back: "Eat, mom is just thinking about things, obedient, and eat together." ”

Pretending, Yan Qingwan picked up his own tableware, but he couldn't eat it, and a few grains of rice in the bowl were tossed around, but he didn't want to put it in his mouth.

In the evening, the woman said that after the three children fell asleep, she also went back to her room.

It was already nearly eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, why wasn't she sleepy, picked up the book on the bedside table, and flipped through it.

"When he came, the wind was so sweet"

Yan Qingwan looked at the cover of this book, unconsciously stretched her eyebrows, reading the name of this book is very sweet, like the taste of first love in the eyes of others, although she has not been in love, she is already a mother of three children, but she still envies those spoiled sweet girls in her heart.

In fact, there is a child living in her heart.

She has fantasized countless times about what her other half is like, whether it is the prince charming in a fairy tale, or the guard knight, or the Monkey King who stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds to greet her, she has fantasized about sweet love countless times, but she didn't expect that person to be Ye Qingshen.

Or in the most unimaginable way.

However, how could there be such a little girl's book in Yeqingshen's house?

Yan Qingwan flipped through it curiously, she would never believe that Ye Qingshen would read this kind of book, turning the first page, Yan Qingwan was like discovering a new continent, there were two beautiful letters there: AR

This letter ......

Yan Qingwan looked at it repeatedly, and finally came to a conclusion: Enron.

So this is Enron's book?

Her book was in the second bedroom in the middle of the night......

Downstairs, there was a sound of the door opening, Yan Qingwan walked to the window, the man drove back by himself, got out of the car and came in, she couldn't see it.

In the moonlight, the man's figure was a little tired.

The words that the nanny aunt said to her when she got off work sounded, "Madam, remember to let Mr. eat, there are all the ingredients in the refrigerator, Mr. doesn't like to eat leftovers, so you can work hard to make a little for him." ”

But when he came back so late, didn't he eat outside?

Yan Qingwan hesitated to go out, now that the three children are asleep and the nanny is off work, the two of them are a little embarrassed.

Never mind!

Yan Qingwan's feet wanted to go out uncontrollably, but this can be regarded as a concern, forget it or lie down.

The woman nestled back under the quilt and covered her head, and there was no movement outside, and she tossed and turned for a while and could not sleep.

In the end, I wanted to go down and "drink some water!"

She casually wore her sweater and walked downstairs, and just two steps away, she saw Yeqing stop here with her stomach covered.

Seeing her, there was a hint of dodging in his eyes.

Yan Qingwan blinked, a little embarrassed to meet his gaze, "You, what's wrong with you?"

The man looked away from her face and said lightly, "It's okay." ”

Although he said that it was okay, Yan Qingwan clearly heard the forbearance in his voice, and saw that he was holding his stomach, as if he was clear: "Are you really okay?" Do you want me to help you?"

Straightened up, as if with a hint of stubbornness of a man, "No, what are you going to do." ”

"I drink water. ”

"Well, go ahead. ”

Yan Qingwan: ......

She didn't stay long, stepped on the steps and went downstairs, turned to look behind her, and the man was gone.

The woman exhaled, but in the end she couldn't resist the softness of her heart, so she went to the kitchen, took the hair, and operated.

In less than twenty minutes, a bowl of hot noodles was cooked, Yan Qingwan put them on a tray, and also took a little peanuts from the physical reserve kitchen, and then put them in a small plate, and put them on the tray as well.

Then he walked upstairs with a tray, he didn't know if the man was asleep, but just now seeing his stomachache, it should be that he can't sleep.

Yan Qingwan first walked to the door of the master bedroom and knocked on the door, but no one answered inside.

She was momentarily disappointed, thinking that the man had fallen asleep, and was about to turn around and go downstairs, when she found that the door of the study next to her had opened a crack, and there was still a warm yellow light inside.

The woman walked over and looked through the crack in the door.

Sure enough, the man was there, holding his stomach with one hand and clicking with the mouse with the other, his stomach hurt like this, what are you still working for?

I really don't understand.

She knocked on the door twice, but the man didn't respond, but luckily she walked straight inside.

Yeqing was so engrossed in his work that he was too serious about reading documents, and he didn't hear the woman knocking on the door at all.

It's just that I smelled a very fragrant smell of rice for a while.

When he looked up, he saw a woman walking over with a face, the woman was wearing a casual pajamas, like the day he went to her grandfather's house to propose, her appearance, slightly sleepy eyes, she didn't sleep so late, just to cook him a bowl of noodles?

"You?" Ye Qingshen's gaze swept away from the bowl of noodles and placed it on the woman's face.

Yan Qingwan was like an obedient and gentle little woman, she said softly: "Do you have a stomachache, I just saw that you have been holding your stomach." ”

Night Deep: "......"

The man was speechless, he didn't expect that the woman standing in front of him now was Yan Qingwan, and what he didn't expect was that she would take into account her stomach pain, and then cook a bowl of noodles and send it over.

"So?" Ye Qingshen put down the mouse and walked over.

The woman placed the tray on her desk and replied honestly.

"So I cooked you a bowl of noodles, the noodles are easy to digest, and they are hot, and they warm your stomach after eating, and this peanut is raw, raw peanuts nourish your stomach. ”

“......”

The man remained silent.

He just quietly raised his eyes to look at the woman.

Yan Qingwan instantly got the embarrassment of capitalization, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't cook for you on purpose, I couldn't sleep at night, and then I just came down to drink water, and found that your stomach hurts, it's purely loving." ”

The woman nervously brushed her hair, brushing the hair scattered in front to the back, pinning it to her ears.

It's a bit redundant for her to explain that it's true, but it would be embarrassing not to explain.

The man said lightly, thank you.

His heart was warm, it was true that his stomach hurt to death just now, but now the pain seemed to fade.

Seeing that his computer screen was still lit, Yan Qingwan couldn't help but ask, "Do you work a lot?" ”

The man's eyes rolled when he heard the sound, and the woman's words didn't seem to mean to ask, but to command.

Usually he gives instructions to others, and no one has given him instructions yet.

But he liked this instruction quite a bit.