Yan Qinqing didn't think she would be in danger, in fact, she was not afraid of death at all, she was afraid of ghosts.

It's not that she's afraid, it's that she sees the ghost intuitively, and she can't hold back the panic in her heart, and this panic is simply fatal to her.

In the last days, she will not panic in the face of a group of zombies, but in the face of a ghost, she will gradually panic.

This makes her, who likes to take her fate into her own hands, a little more uncontrollable powerlessness, which makes her feel aggrieved and uncomfortable.

"You don't need to take care of me, I can take care of myself. I don't want to be a burden on the task. Yan Qinqing waited for him to start the car, and expressed his thoughts in a calm voice.

Ye Xinghao didn't answer, just glanced at her indifferently, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he thought she was very interesting like this.

There was silence in the car for a while, and then he took a long breath and said slowly: "It's not terrible to admit that occasional fragility is not terrible, and I am most afraid of being strong from the outside." ”

"I admit I'm afraid of ghosts, but I don't want to be a liability. Yan Qinqing didn't pause or hesitate, and after he finished speaking, he nodded and admitted, very simply.

Ye Xinghao laughed softly, "You won't be a burden, even if you are a burden, it is also a burden that makes me feel sweet, a burden that is as sweet as a burden." So ......"

Yan Qinqing turned her head to look at him, shook her head with a helpless smile, and interrupted his meaty words, "Got into the play? I'm not your wife." ”

Ye Xinghao saw that she had a serious face, knowing that she didn't eat this, so he shut up, nodded honestly, and signaled that he wouldn't say it.

After a few words from the two of them, the car drove back to the underground garage, and the night was already deep, and the garage seemed even darker.

Ye Xinghao found a parking space and parked the car, and was about to get out of the car, turning his head to see her hand holding the seat belt tightly, and her eyes were scanning out the window.

With a little doting and a helpless smile on his face, he quickly got out of the car, opened the car door for her, and stretched out his hand to her, "Wife, I'm home." ”

Yan Qinqing raised his head and was about to refuse, when he heard a car driving in, the headlights were faintly visible, raised his hand, put his hand in his hand, and left the car with his strength.

Ye Xinghao locked the car, dragged her into his arms, didn't look at her unhappy face, and looked at her abdomen, "Is our son okay?"

Yan Qinqing was about to refute that this is not your son or mine, but when she heard what he said, she became a little unhappy, why do men think that women must have sons?

"It must be a son? It can't be a daughter? A woman is a fertility tool in your heart?" These rhetorical questions are one after the other, without pause.

Ye Xinghao was slightly stunned when he said, opened the door to enter the elevator for her for a long time, swallowed his saliva, and asked cautiously: "What did I say wrong?"

This slightly innocent words made Yan Qinqing suddenly wake up, he was not his own man, why did he ask him this, why was he so sensitive.

After being silent for a long time, she laughed, with a little embarrassment in her laughter, and waved her hand, "It's nothing, it's just that my brain suddenly short-circuited." ”

Ye Xinghao pressed the elevator, put on an innocent look on his face, turned his head to look at the side, but the corners of his mouth were holding back a smile.

He found that Yan Qinqing's biggest advantage was that she was good at introspection, as long as she put on an innocent appearance and be honest, she would be very talkative and not aggressive.

"I've heard that pregnant women are prone to sensitivity. Probably you're being influenced. Ye Xinghao waited for the elevator to arrive, and carried her into the elevator, his voice gently soothing.

These words reminded Yan Qinqing, she seems to have heard of it, and she also heard that there is any pregnancy depression, and she sighed in her heart, she won't be so miserable, right?

She was silent, Ye Xinghao was not verbose, waited for the elevator to arrive, opened the door, and waited for her to enter, then came in to change her shoes, closed the door, "Wash and sleep." I don't think you slept well today. ”

"Well, I'll go take a shower and go back to sleep. If you leave tomorrow morning, you can call me. Yan Qinqing answered, and was about to go to the bathroom, but halfway through, she stopped and turned her head to look at him.

Looking back and forth at the two door-to-door bedrooms, one bedroom has been converted into a baby room, which has been locked recently, and even the parents don't show it, saying that there are sundries piled up in the bedroom.

Ye Xinghao probably can't sleep in the baby's room, right?"You sleep in the living room?" Yan Qinqing saw that he was getting water from the refrigerator, and asked, just hoping that he would be a little more conscious.

He pointed to the solid wood sofa in the living room, and at first glance, he couldn't let his head sleep well, with an aggrieved look on his face, "I definitely can't sleep on this sofa." It's fall, and I sleep on the floor?"

Yan Qinqing was about to answer as a matter of course, you should sleep on the floor, anyway, you can't sleep next to me, and the men in my family don't have a chance to sleep next to me!

Ye Xinghao turned his head to look at her and blinked, "You and my original parents often check randomly, we don't sleep together, people will know this trace at a glance, right?"

Yan Qinqing was about to refute, but he looked at her abdomen again, and whispered a little pitifully: "I'm not a beast, you're still pregnant." If you don't feel well at night, you need an errand runner by your side, right?"

Ye Xinghao saw that her expression was a little relaxed, and hesitation appeared in his eyes, and he said with a hot iron: "I can find Xiao Zexiao tomorrow, so I can do it tonight." You're tired too. ”

As soon as Yan Qinqing heard Xiao Zexiao's three words, her expression softened completely, hesitated again and again, and nodded slowly, "Okay, it will be one night." ”

Ye Xinghao waited for her to say this, showing a casual expression, as if he didn't care where he slept at all, and waved his hand at her, "Go wash it." I'm sleepy too. ”

When Yan Qinqing turned around and entered the bathroom and closed the door, Ye Xinghao laughed silently, waving his hands constantly, as if celebrating his victory.

Yan Qinqing came out of the shower, the bed in the bedroom had been arranged, and there was a folded quilt in the middle, and the two sides were clearly distinguished, and she felt a sense of security at a glance.

Ye Xinghao sat on the bed, saw her smile with satisfaction, came over and wiped her hair, and pointed to the bedside table, "The hair dryer is in the drawer, you want to be troublesome, I will wash it quickly and dry it for you, don't sleep with your hair so wet." ”

This sentence made Yan Qinqing in a trance, remembering Ning Anyan from the previous task, and suddenly wondered if he and Song Qingqing were living happily together?

As soon as the thought came to her mind, she sighed inwardly, she was really sensitive to sentimentality? "You go wash it." I know. ”

Ye Xinghao seemed to be a little uneasy and turned around three times, seeing that she went to get a blow dryer before walking into the bathroom, humming a song to try the water temperature, thinking that she didn't know when she would find Xiao Zexiao.

And now she is rightfully her wife, and her heart is bubbling. 21010