Wen Qinghe slept soundly until 10 a.m., but the alarm clock didn't go off.
This is the first time I've returned to the modern world and slept for so long instead of rushing to collect supplies.
She got back from the movie theater after 1 a.m. last night, and then she was dragged to do hard work. She doesn't even know what time she went to sleep.
Wen Qinghe turned over, but unexpectedly did not see Yan Xiao's figure.
When I reached out to touch it, the spot next to me was also cold.
Suddenly, a pang of panic shot through her heart. Could yesterday have been a dream?
Didn't Yan Xiao come with her?
She hurriedly sat up, the light blue air conditioning blanket slipping down to her waist.
Her fair, jade-like skin was dotted with ambiguous marks.
My lower body also felt weak and sore.
Wen Qinghe's eyes widened suddenly, then her eyebrows curved into a smile.
It's not a dream!
Yesterday wasn't just her imagination.
Knowing that the man should still be in the villa, she wasn't in a hurry to get up.
Although it was her first time yesterday, fortunately the man is now experienced, and she didn't experience any obvious discomfort.
It's just that the time was too long, and the muscles in my legs are a bit sore.
No wonder Yan Xiao said she had improved and was more patient.
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"Is the baby awake?"
A man walked in carrying a tray.
The dish features steaming hot oatmeal, snow fungus, and red date porridge, egg pancakes, and adorable custard buns.
"Where did you go? I woke up and didn't see you. I almost thought yesterday was a dream..."
Yan Xiao put down his plate, walked over, picked up the little girl and put her on his lap, then touched the red dot on her arm.
"Then this...is also a dream? And this place, this place, is it also a dream?"
Wen Qinghe blushed at the spot he pointed at, but deliberately said:
"Oh, could it be an allergy... who knows... maybe it's a mosquito bite..."
Yan Xiao's face darkened.
He worked diligently all night and knew better than anyone else.
If any mosquito dared to be so shameless,
He has to wipe out its entire lineage for eighteen generations.
Not wanting to hear those annoying words coming from that little mouth anymore, he simply lowered his head and bit those little lips.
His voice was inexplicably alluringly hoarse.
"Sweetie...do you need me to help you remember which mosquito it was...?"
"Um...no...no need..."
Wen Qinghe cried out in her heart: I was wrong, okay... Please forgive me, boss...
Yan Xiao licked his lips, still wanting more, then lifted the little girl's bottom and carried her to the bathroom to wash up.
It has to be said that modern life is much more convenient.
Everything here felt new and convenient to him.
I've already secretly decided that I'll go back and renovate the bathroom at home.
…
Wen Qinghe took a bite of the egg pancake and suddenly her eyes widened.
Um?
It was Yan Xiao's cooking.
"Don't we have a housekeeper? Why are you cooking yourself? Why don't you sleep in a little longer?"
“You’re used to my cooking, and I’m afraid you won’t be used to a different flavor if you suddenly switch to something else.”
Aunt Zhou is a live-in nanny. Wen Qinghe has been eating Aunt Zhou's cooking for twenty years, so how could she not be used to it?
It was Yan Xiao who wasn't used to it; he liked to do everything himself when it came to Wen Qinghe.
Influenced by his usual biological clock, he got up very early today.
As is customary, the first thing I do after getting up is to prepare breakfast for the little girl.
Aunt Zhou was initially surprised to see him come downstairs.
"Mr. Yan, you're up so early? Please wait a moment, breakfast will be a little while longer."
Yan Xiao hadn't gotten used to sitting and waiting for food.
Moreover, he was used to preparing breakfast for the little girl, and even if he were in a different place, he wanted to be self-reliant.
"Qingqing hasn't gotten up yet, you should rest first, let me take care of things today."
The nanny, Aunt Zhou, was taken aback. "Mr. Yan, you can cook?"
Yan Xiao smiled sheepishly, "Usually... well, when I'm with her, I'm the one who cooks. Qingqing loves my cooking."
Aunt Zhou thinks it's rare to find a man who can cook and is willing to cook for his girlfriend often.
She was overjoyed when someone treated her young lady well.
Therefore, she always had a kind and gentle auntie smile on her face.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Yan. Please let me know if you need any assistance."
"good."
However, although she didn't want to trouble others, Yan Xiao really couldn't use the kitchen without Aunt Zhou.
Fortunately, it wasn't difficult. After Aunt Zhou gave a simple guide on how to use various electrical switches, Yan Xiao quickly got the hang of it.
The expert movements drew nods of approval from Aunt Zhou standing nearby.
It seems she's not just a pretty face; her kneading technique and the precise size of the dough balls she made were something even Aunt Zhou couldn't match.
Even after Yan Xiao finished making breakfast, Aunt Zhou still hadn't had enough of watching.
You see, she originally stood aside thinking that if Yan Xiao didn't do a good job, she could redo it at any time.
We can't let our young lady suffer.
But that's the result.
"Aunt Zhou, there's still some here. I made a lot. Why don't you invite Grandpa Butler to come and eat with us?"
The man brought the tray upstairs.
Aunt Zhou was still in a daze.
What did she just hear?
Mr. Yan actually made her portion?
She could hardly hide the surprise on her face.
This young comrade Yan is really good at getting along with people.
She made a decision: from today onwards, Yan Xiao would be her number one CP (couple) with the young lady she was shipping.
"Uncle Sun? Come quick, you're in luck! Your son-in-law made breakfast for us himself..."
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