The title of "husband" is the first time Cheng Nianan shouted after receiving the certificate.

Listening to these two words, Nan Yuheng was rarely stunned.

The matter of getting a license to get married, from the very beginning, was even if he was semi-forced.

The time to get the certificate was short, and he never imagined that she would accept their marriage so quickly.

So the word "husband", he never expected to hear it so quickly.

And she shouted it out willingly.

For a few seconds, his eyes softened, and he kissed the center of her eyebrows, and put his palm on her waist, ready to rub it at any time.

"Shout again."

Cheng Nianan buried himself in his arms and blinked very lightly. 𝙈.🅅𝕆𝔻🆃🅆.🄲𝓞𝓜

To be honest, she herself was a little surprised.

The two words just now, somehow, were naturally shouted out.

Before marriage, she called Nan Yuheng basically "Brother Yuheng".

After marriage, most of the time she directly called "Nan Yuheng", and when she was squeezed by him, she sometimes called "Brother Yuheng" at his request.

But never shouted "husband".

Cheng Nian took a breath, didn't look up at him, his cheek was next to his chest, and while he was waiting, his voice was slightly low and muffled and shouted again

"Husband."

When her two words fell, Nan Yuheng slowly rubbed the soft waist, and hugged the person tighter with the other hand.

……

On the night of the wedding, Nan Yuheng and Cheng Nianan were affectionate and tender.

In the Shengting Villa in the middle of the night, it should have been a quiet moment and had already fallen asleep, but in the master bedroom, it was a different scene.

Large bed.

Jiang Jingyu leaned sideways against his head, helplessly looking at Nan Shiyu beside him with his eyes open with watery eyes, not the slightest sleepy, in good spirits, and staring straight at him.

He sighed and glanced at the current time.

He pinched the back of her neck and asked with a sigh

"Wife, it's almost half past one in the morning, and you still haven't slept yet?"

Nan Shiyu was unmoved, and her eyes were not closed.

Jiang Jingyu couldn't cry or laugh, "On the day we had the wedding, I didn't see you so excited, especially since it's the middle of the night, and you are so energetic that you refuse to sleep." ”

Nan Shiyu snorted softly, "Isn't it that I can't sleep." ”

Jiang Jingyu wrapped his arms around her waist and took the person into his arms.

Like coaxing a child to sleep, he gently patted her on the back again and again.

"Say it." He looked directly at the girl in his arms, "I don't want to sleep, what do you want to do?" ”

Nan Shiyu bent her eyes, "Maybe, a little hungry." ”

Jiang Jingyu: "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Crab!"

"Forgot again? Can't eat crabs now? ”

Nan Shiyu was a little depressed, and soon, she said again

"Let's have a snack."

Jiang Jingyu should be very happy this time, "Still sour?" ”

Nan Shiyu"...... Spicy. ”

He couldn't help but look at her a few times, "Changed the taste?" ”

Nan Shiyu nodded solemnly, "Sour and spicy girl." ”

She's going to choose spicy.

Jiang Jingyu didn't know what to say.

"You like your daughter so much?"

Nan Shiyu did not hesitate and nodded.

She wants a little knowing!

A few minutes later.

Jiang Jingyu came up from downstairs.

Hold a bunch of food, both sour and spicy.

He didn't let Nan Shiyu get out of bed, took a small folding table on the bed from the side, put it beside her, and directly let her eat on the bed.

Since Nan Shiyu became pregnant, there have been a lot of various things in Sheng Ting's villa, such as the folding table used on the bed, how could there be such a thing in Sheng Ting in the past.

Nan Shiyu sat up and picked up the food in the crowd.

I chose a spicy fried roll salad.

Jiang Jingyu was on the side to accompany her, talk with her, and talk with her.

It didn't take long for him to notice that his wife quickly put down the fried roll salad in her hand, unconsciously touched the bag of plums, and ate it.

Taking her movements into her eyes, Jiang Jingyu's eyes burst into a thin smile.

Gradually, Nan Shiyu