"Well, thank you." She whispered her thanks, held the cup, blew it gently, and sipped.
"Aunt Zhou also said that covering this will make you feel better." The man lay down on the bedside and handed over a furry hot water bottle.
Mu Wanqing looked at him and took it after a while, "...thank you."
Wen Zhan: "You don't have to be so polite to me."
"It should."
The man's face was cold, and he didn't know if he was unhappy again.
However, Mu Wanqing didn't have time to care whether he was happy or not at this time, so she just drank the brown sugar water slowly.
After a while, after drinking a cup of brown sugar water, I felt hot and sweaty all over my body, and the discomfort in my abdomen and legs seemed to have eased a little.
Reaching out her hand to turn off the light, she also lay down gently.
Her abdomen was a little hot from being covered by the hot water bottle, and her lower back was also very sore, so she lay on her side and moved the hot water bottle to the back of her waist.
But the soft bag couldn't hold it up, and it fell down after several attempts.
Wen Zhan was not asleep. He turned around and said in a low and hoarse voice: "What do you want to do? Do you want it to be pressed against your back like this?"
He picked up the hot water bottle and placed it on her lower back.
Mu Wanqing turned around after hearing the sound and looked at him sideways, "I'm sorry... I disturbed you to sleep, no need, I -"
Before she finished speaking, the man leaned up from behind her, and the two of them were "clutching" together like spoons.
And the hot water bottle that kept falling down was squeezed by his body and completely attached to her lower back.
"Uh-" She stopped abruptly and wanted to refuse, but the man's hand naturally and intimately rested on her waist, pulling her into his arms.
The two hugged each other tightly, like a couple in love.
"Go to sleep. If you continue to be noisy for a while, you will have to breastfeed again." His voice, deep in the chest, gently passed by her ears, revealing sleepiness and exhaustion.
Mu Wanqing swallowed, and could no longer say the words of rejection. She could only hold him so intimately and slowly relax her nerves...
She thought Wen Zhan fell asleep soon.
In fact, the man held her with his eyes closed, but his brain was calm and clear.
The words Lu Kejun once said are lingering in my mind - Third brother, are you so interested in her now that you like her?
He has always denied and resisted instinctively.
After all, with his noble and prominent status, he should be married to a well-matched, well-educated, talented and beautiful daughter of a famous lady.
There is no way she would be a little orphan girl with no father or mother, a mediocre background and poverty.
However, the facts are before our eyes...
He didn't know when his heart started to be led by this woman's every move.
He will care about whether she is happy, he will pay attention to whether she is wronged and bullied, he will want to tease her and talk to her, and he will want to hug her and be intimate with her.
He has loved others, so he naturally understands what it is like to love someone.
Taking a closer look, it seems that I have really begun to fall in love with this woman, at least... to the extent of liking her.
Thinking of this, Wen Zhan's mood became complicated.
With her stereotype and distrust of him, even if he expressed his sincerity, she would definitely laugh at him, and even think that he was tarnishing the word "love".
The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. He held the woman in his arms and saw that she had fallen asleep, feeling resentful in his heart.
In his glorious life of Wen Zhan, who wanted everything to be windy and rainy, when had he ever been so aggrieved - he didn't even dare to express that he liked someone!
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The Overseas Chinese Entrepreneurs Summit lasted for three days and ended at the weekend.
Wen Zhan was very busy these days and had no time to worry about Mu Wanqing's work.
On Saturday, he originally wanted to make time to take her and the babies out for a walk, but unexpectedly, something happened at the company early in the morning.
When they left, Mu Wanqing was still sleeping.
Out of consideration, he didn't wake her up, thinking that he would go to the company early to finish the matter and come back, so that he would have time to take them out.
But he didn't know that Mu Wanqing had already made plans for the weekend.
When the phone rang at around eight o'clock, Mu Wanqing had already gotten up and was almost done cleaning up.
"Hey, Brother Zhou, have you set off?"
"Well, it will take about 40 minutes to get to the subway station you mentioned." On the phone, Zhou Yiru had a hearty voice and a gentle smile.
"Okay, then I'll be there in about the same time."
After hanging up the phone, Mu Wanqing speeded up. While eating breakfast, she told Aunt Zhou that she was going back to her hometown and would not be back until very late.
Aunt Zhou was surprised: "Madam, go back by yourself? Why don't you ask the Third Young Master to come with you?"
Mu Wanqing hesitated last night, but after thinking about it, she still didn't tell Wen Zhan.
Not long after they got married, she also went back to Xu Zhen once. She met Wen Zhanzhi at that time, but he had no intention of going back together.
She bought her own train ticket and stayed there for two nights. Wen Zhan didn't even get a call.
"No need, he's very busy recently, so I won't bother him."
Aunt Zhou asked worriedly: "Then babies..."
"There is still some breast milk in the refrigerator. If it is not enough, add milk powder."
Since she went to work, the frequency of breast milk during the day has decreased, and the babies have gradually adapted.
The only thing she was worried about was that the children would recognize each other and make noise at night, and they would probably have to cry a lot again.
Chongcheng is four or five hours' drive from Xu Town. She was going back and forth all day long, and she would not get home until midnight at the earliest. By then, the children would be tired from crying and asleep.
"Okay, madam, please be safe on the road." Aunt Zhou thought she was going back and forth alone.
"Um."
At half past nine, Mu Wanqing and Zhou Yiru reunited smoothly.
Zhou Yiru’s car is the latest Porsche Panamera, the executive extended version, which is luxurious, elegant and noble, and perfectly matches his temperament.
"Xiao Qing, morning!"
"Good morning, Brother Zhou!"
Zhou Yiru got out of the car and opened the passenger door for her like a gentleman.
Mu Wanqing got into the car and drove away under the envious eyes of passers-by.
"Have you had breakfast?" After the car started, Zhou Yiru looked at the navigation and turned to look at the woman in the passenger seat.
Mu Wanqing was a little nervous and nodded: "Have eaten, how about you?"
"I ate too. However, it takes four and a half hours on the road. Let's eat something when we get to the service area at noon." Zhou Yiru suggested.
"Well, we'll see when the time comes, I'll be fine with it."
Four and a half hours...
Mu Wanqing looked at the time and secretly planned, which meant that she would not arrive in Xu Town until two o'clock in the afternoon.
Go back to the old house to have a look, and then go to the hilltop of the ancestral grave to burn some paper for my grandparents and dad. By rough calculation, it will be at least five o'clock before we can return. It will be ten o'clock in the evening when we get home smoothly.
She began to feel uneasy, fearing that Wen Zhan would get angry again.
The two of them had been at peace with each other for the past few days, and it was rare to find peace. She was afraid that they would quarrel and get into a fight, and she was exhausted both physically and mentally.
Zhou Yiru saw that she was silent and had a serious face, so he smiled and asked: "What's wrong? Are you worried that my driving skills are not good? Don't worry, I changed my driver's license as soon as I returned to China. I have been driving by myself these past few days, and I am used to it. Road conditions and traffic regulations.”
"No, no, I'm not worried about your poor skills. I just thought...it would be late to go home at night."
"Oh...yes, it will be ten o'clock at night at the earliest. In fact, I originally planned to spend the night at my hometown, but you said that I have to take care of the children, and it will be tiring to go back and forth in one day."
