"You rascal!" Tang Yixin realized it belatedly and grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, "I simply thought he looked handsome in a uniform..."
Ye Beichen suddenly approached, his warm breath sweeping across her red ears: "Don't worry, your future husband is not bad either. By the way——"
He tugged at his collar, a meaningful smile flashing in his peach blossom eyes, "What uniform? I can wear it too."
Tang Yixin looked him up and down, deliberately curling her lips: "Compared to Bo Junyi, he's not as good. His face is quite handsome, but his figure..."
After the words fell, Ye Beichen asked back: "What's wrong with my figure?"
Tang Yixin rolled her eyes and said casually, "A child-like figure with no desire."
"Are you sure?"
As he spoke, he had already ripped open the buttons of his shirt.
On the cold white skin, the tight abdominal muscles rise and fall with the breathing, and a thin layer of sweat from exercise is condensed under the collarbone.
"Still think it's boring?" He raised his hand, curling his lips. "Want to verify it yourself?"
"Men and women shouldn't touch each other!" Tang Yixin turned her face away suddenly, her ears red as if blood could drip out.
But I heard a low laugh coming from above my head, with a refreshing scent like mint candy.
Tang Yixin couldn't stand being teased by him, so she pretended to be disgusted and pushed him away, "Go cook quickly, I'm starving."
Ye Beichen didn't dwell on the previous topic and buttoned up his shirt quietly. "If you like that kind of figure, I can train you."
Tang Yixin muttered softly, "Why do you care what kind of figure I like? I'm not planning to talk to you about it—"
Ye Beichen was not angry. He lowered his head, pinched her cheek, and walked into the kitchen humming a little tune.
The sound of frying oil soon rang out in the kitchen.
Tang Yixin suddenly became curious about how he cooked, and went into the kitchen while eating potato chips.
Ye Beichen turned around while shaking the wok. Seeing her, he suddenly picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork with chopsticks and handed it to her lips: "Taste the saltiness?"
Tang Yixin didn't answer. "As long as it's edible, I'm not picky."
She wasn't the type of person who liked to be served, so when she saw there was still some uncut meat on the table, she washed her hands and prepared to help.
"Ye Beichen, do you want to cut the meat into slices or strips?"
"Leave it there, I'll do it myself."
"I'm not that squeamish. Chopping vegetables is a piece of cake."
Ye Beichen's eyebrows were stained with a smile, "Slice it and make twice-cooked pork."
"Okay." Tang Yixin cooperated very well.
While cutting vegetables, she couldn't help but glance at Ye Beichen's back a few times, thinking to herself, it's quite rare that a rich second-generation dude can actually cook, and cook quite well.
"hiss!"
While I was distracted, the blade brushed against my fingertips.
Before she could react, Ye Beichen had already grabbed her hand and rinsed it under the faucet.
"How can you be so careless?"
He picked the person up and carried him to the living room and put him on the sofa.
The medicine box was quickly found.
Tang Yixin looked at the man half-kneeling on the floor, his eyelashes drooping and casting a small shadow, and he skillfully took out the medicine box to disinfect and bandage the patient.
After he finished, he stood up and said, "Or, go lie down on the bed."
"This little injury is not worth making such a fuss about. Are you trying to be a hooligan—"
"Yes." Ye Beichen half-jokingly picked her up by the waist while speaking.
"I can walk by myself!" She struggled and hit his shoulder.
Ye Beichen raised his eyebrows, deliberately loosening and tightening his arms: "Holding you is like weight training."
"You said it!"
Tang Yixin suddenly tightened her arms and pulled his neck hard.
"How is it, can you bear it?"
"It's quite powerful."
Ye Beichen uttered a low cry, staggered by her stranglehold, and fell back onto the sofa.
The person in his arms also fell down.
The moment their eyes met, their breaths intertwined, and their two warm lips collided without any warning.
The air suddenly froze.
Tang Yixin tried to stand up as if she had been electrocuted, but his iron-like arms clamped around her waist.
The man's violent heartbeat could be heard through his shirt, hitting her palm again and again.
"Ye Beichen!" She pushed his firm chest, the tips of her ears burning red.
Ye Beichen's Adam's apple rolled and he smirked: "If you want to kiss me, just say so. Why do you have to go through all this trouble..."
"Get up!" Tang Yixin was embarrassed and annoyed.
Ye Beichen immediately turned over and sat up obediently, and embraced the person in his arms with his long arms.
The moment the sofa sank, Tang Yixin grabbed his hand, took out her phone, and pressed the shutter button facing their folded fingers.
"What?" Ye Beichen was curious.
Tang Yixin raised an eyebrow, "I'll lend it to you for a while."
Ye Beichen watched her post the hand-holding picture on her Moments with the caption "Us", and he immediately understood.
In less than five minutes, Tang Yixin's boyfriend called.
Tang Yixin hung up without hesitation, her fingertips stayed on the dialog box for two seconds, and blocked it decisively.
Ye Beichen raised his eyebrows and moved closer, his warm breath brushing against her red earlobe: "Using me as a shield?"
"To be precise, I want to borrow your hand." Tang Yixin stuffed her phone into her sweatshirt pocket, but was startled by his sudden approach and leaned back.
The man leaned on the back of the sofa and hugged her, a smile in his eyes: "Lend me your hand, how do you want to use it?"
This sentence made fireworks explode in her mind instantly. She hurriedly supported herself on his chest and tried to stand up.
"roll--"
"If I leave, who will cook for you?"
Ye Beichen smiled lazily and turned into the kitchen.
Tang Yixin slapped the pillow hard, her cheeks burning.
It's crazy that she doesn't find it annoying.
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On Saturday, Li Susu went to the hospital with Bo Junyi for a prenatal check-up.
After entering the examination room, Bo Junyi stared at the ultrasound screen.
When the familiar heartbeat sounded through the instrument, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.
The small outline on the screen was curling up slightly, and his eyes felt a little hot as he watched.
After the examination, the doctor said, "The fetus is healthy, but a little large. If you want a natural birth, you still need to control your sugar intake."
When Bo Junyi thought of the scene of giving birth, his heart ached.
After leaving the outpatient building, Bo Junyi carefully supported Li Susu and walked forward. Suddenly, he heard the sound of wheelchair wheels behind him.
When she turned around, Chu Wanning was pushing a wheelchair with her eyes lowered. The woman on the chair was wrapped in a gray-purple shawl, and her white hair at the temples trembled gently in the wind.
"Bo Junyi?" Chu Wanning spoke first.
The woman looked up suddenly, and when she saw Bo Junyi, her pupils shrank slightly.
As if remembering something, his cloudy eyes widened.
"Are you...are you the class monitor from Ningning's senior year, the rich young master?"
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