Chapter 802 Name
After Ye Rou's five senses were enhanced by the system, she had some minor additional troubles.
She can smell people's emotions.
This is not an abstract statement, it is the literal meaning.
When someone erupted in strong emotions in front of her, she could smell something conceptual.
Fortunately, most of the time, she was with Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen was emotionally stable, and Ye Rou had only smelled his emotions twice.
Once, he went to Jinshi and suddenly turned back. At that time, Ye Rou smelled a sweet and sour fragrance similar to lemon on him.
Afterwards, Ye Rou thought that it must be the smell of reluctance.
The second time was when she gave birth. Jiang Chen held her hand tightly, and the bitter taste like that of Coptis lingered at the tip of Ye Rou's nose.
This was the third time, and Jiang Chen seemed to be in a very low mood, as if he was immersed in the deep sea, smelling damp and salty.
He is unhappy, why?
Jiang Chen would never care about Cheng Gang. The reason he asked what Cheng Gang said to her was because he was afraid that she would be affected by these words?
Ye Rou hadn't figured it out for a while, but the smell of gunpowder wafting into her nose interrupted her thoughts.
She looked up in a daze. The man stood stiffly at the door. His overly tall figure blocked the ward door tightly. The hand holding the thermos creaked. His handsome and gloomy face was ashen, and his eyes were burning with anger.
If Ye Rou remained silent any longer, Jiang Chen would definitely beat Cheng Gang.
She blinked her eyes, hiding the cunning in them, covered the wound on her stomach, and cried out in pain.
Jiang Chen rushed over, put down the thermos, and subconsciously lifted up his clothes to check the knife wound.
As soon as I stretched out my hand, it was grabbed by a soft and smooth little hand.
Jiang Chen opened his eyes, and Ye Rou smiled cunningly: "I tricked you."
Jiang Chen was not angry at being teased. He placed his big hand on Ye Rou's stomach and asked, "It really doesn't hurt?"
During this period, Ye Rou was physically tired, but Jiang Chen was mentally tired. His handsome face was thin, with dark circles under his eyes. His tired eyes only showed a little light when he looked at Ye Rou.
Ye Rou opened her mouth, but was speechless for a moment.
She grabbed the man's hand and pulled him onto the bed: "Jiang Chen, you are too tired and need to rest."
Jiang Chen was concerned about Ye Rou's abdominal wound, so he climbed onto the bed without struggling.
Ye Rou was lying on the still spacious bed. When the man pressed on her, the bed immediately became smaller. Their bodies pressed together, with their noses touching.
As they got closer, the dark circles under Jiang Chen's eyes became more obvious, piercing Ye Rou's eyes.
She reached out to cover herself, but a large hand grabbed hers and pressed it against her chest.
His heartbeat was not brisk, but steady and strong. Ye Rou liked to listen to his heartbeat.
She leaned forward, placed her fair ear against Jiang Chen's chest, and listened with fascination.
Jiang Chen placed his big hand on the back of Ye Rou's head, and stroked her long hair.
The atmosphere was good at the moment, and Jiang Chen didn't want to break it, but he really cared too much about Ye Rou's opinion, so he asked coaxingly, "My dear, what did Cheng Gang say to you?"
Ye Rou rested her chin on Jiang Chen's firm and elastic chest muscles. She poked and rubbed them like a little pervert before she spoke lazily, "He said you were very bad and asked me to restrain you and urge you to change."
After hearing what she said, the man said "hmm" calmly, as if he didn't mind.
But his suddenly accelerated heartbeat betrayed him, as if a hundred butterflies were fluttering in his chest.
Ye Rou buried her face in it, hiding the smile on her lips, and said her answer:
"I told him that I wanted to eat cherries and that's why I planted cherry trees. If I changed my mind and wanted to eat peaches, I should plant peach trees instead of forcing cherry trees to grow peaches."
Ye Rou looked up at him after she finished speaking, staring into his eyes and said with a smile: "Do you understand what I mean?"
Her eyes shone like the brightest diamonds, igniting the soul of every person who looked into her eyes.
Her love turned into iron chains that bound a wild beast tightly.
Jiang Chen was stunned and said blankly: "If you want to eat peaches, I can..."
Ye Rou pressed her fair hand on her mouth and said angrily, "You're fine like this. I like it very much. I don't want you to change."
Pure happiness was like the middle piece of watermelon, the sweet juice flowed into the dry throat, and the sweetness cut Jiang Chen's stiff back inch by inch.
Jiang Chen laughed out loud with joy.
A hearty smile swept away all the gloom, and Ye Rou's mood also lifted.
She stretched out her hands and rubbed the acupoints on Jiang Chen's head, which made the man infatuated and talkative.
It feels like holding a piece of pure sweet honey, sticky and blocking your mouth, and the sweetness makes you burst into bubbles of happiness.
It's like his chest is filled with fine down, and when the spring breeze blows, the down rubs against his skin, making it itch terribly. He just wants to press the woman in his arms, rub her hard, and even kiss her to death.
Jiang Chen's emotions were like a roller coaster, sometimes he was at the bottom, sometimes he was soaring up to the clouds. He was happy, but Ye Rou was miserable. She was rubbed into a mess, her eyes were red, her gaze was dull, and her lips were bitten until they were bright red and moist.
"That's enough." Ye Rou couldn't bear it anymore and started pressing the brake button.
But a high-speed train still has a long period of inertia even when it stops.
It was not until Zheng Zhiyuan and a few elders came knocking on the door that Jiang Chen stopped and reluctantly let go of his red lips, with a fluttering desire suppressed in his deep eyes.
Ye Rou didn't dare look at him. She pushed him off the bed and pulled up the quilt to cover his messy clothes. She calmed her somewhat disordered breathing and said, "Grandpa, come in!"
Several elders in the family came together. As soon as they entered the ward, Zheng Zhiyuan saw something was wrong.
Zheng Zhiyuan was certain that it was Jiang Chen, the shameless brat, who was harassing his granddaughter. He snorted coldly, but because Ye Rou was too shy, he didn't scold her.
Ye Rou was stared at by several elders, her cheeks flushed red, and she wished she could crawl under the quilt to avoid this embarrassing situation.
It was Jiang Chen who spoke up to break the awkward atmosphere. He stood in front of Ye Rou, blocking everyone's view, and said unsatisfiedly, "If you have something to say, please say it quickly. If not, please leave."
This really stirred up a hornet's nest. After all, the old men still had the identity of Master Jiang Chen, so they immediately held a criticism meeting.
Jiang Chen was used to being scolded. As long as Ye Rou didn't scold him, he would just let it go in one ear and out the other, and never take it to heart.
In the end, it was Ye Rou who spoke up to smooth things over, and the criticism meeting finally came to an end.
Zheng Zhiyuan let Ye Rou go for the moment and took out a dictionary and asked, "Have you thought of names for the two little babies?"
Usually, this kind of thing is thought about by the child’s father. He looked at Jiang Chen.
The brat didn't listen at all!
He took Ye Rou's hand, pinched and kneaded her fingertips, and was having a lot of fun.
Zheng Zhiyuan's blood pressure suddenly rose.
He was about to curse when Ye Rou interrupted him.
"I've decided on the nicknames. They'll be Zhenzhen and Zhuzhu, and their full names will be Xuerou and Mingxiu."
Gentle in the snow, bright and beautiful by the water, without the help of spring - this is the name Zheng Lili gave to the baby in her belly, and it is also a blessing, but unfortunately it did not come true.
Ye Rou wanted to give these two names to her two children.
Thinking of his daughter, Zheng Zhiyuan's eyes reddened and he said "good" three times in a row.
"Jiang Xueruo, Jiang Mingxiu, that sounds great!" Zhou Yuqing smiled and applauded.
Jiang Chen suddenly said, "My surname is not Jiang, but Ye."
Ye Rou was slightly startled and looked at him subconsciously.
He said as a matter of course: "The child you worked so hard to give birth to will naturally have your surname."
Even Zheng Zhiyuan, who had the most objection to Jiang Chen, showed a hint of appreciation after hearing this, not to mention Ye Rou.
He was so moved that he cried loudly, and several elders hid away.
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