"Do you dislike me?" An Yan glanced at him.

"How dare you? My wife likes it regardless of whether she is fat or thin." Mucheng smiled and hugged her: "Go and have a rest on the sofa."

"What about you, are you going to wash the dishes? Do you know how to do it? Just don't drop the dishes. It's better for me to wash them." An Yan said jokingly.

"It's just a matter of cleaning up. Let Zhang Ma come over and wash the dishes tomorrow." Mucheng gently placed her on the sofa, turned on the TV, and said to her: "You watch TV for a while, I'll come over in a while.

"

"Yes." An Yan smiled and nodded. After watching Mucheng go to the restaurant, he took out his mobile phone. When the eggplant was shaken off on the stove, Su Ho sent a message. However,

She just couldn't bear to look at it. Dy, you can't erase the blood relationship between their father and daughter. You'd better pray to God to protect the child in your belly and nothing will happen to it, otherwise, sooner or later, this daughter will...

Everyone will recognize her! At that time, I asked you, the stepmother, to be nicer to my daughter!" The almost cursed words made An Yan's eyes darken, and his hands subconsciously touched his slightly protruding belly.

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"Why are you dazed?" When Mucheng came over with milk, he saw An Yan's eyes staring straight at the phone, but the unfocused look in her eyes made it clear that her thoughts were not there.

"Oh, I saw a joke on WeChat. It's very interesting." An Yan came back to her senses, raised her head and smiled lightly. She calmly pressed down the phone and put it casually into her pocket.

"Can you still drink the milk?" Mucheng sat down next to her and did not point out her absence.

"Of course I can't drink it! I'm just pregnant, I haven't turned into a loser, okay!" An Yan took the milk and put it on the tea machine and said with a smile.

"I don't mind if I become a loser." Mucheng put his arm around her waist, put her hand in his and played with it: "Suho just said on the phone that she and Jin Ziyang are getting married.

.”

"Oh?" An Yan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Mucheng: "Maybe he was stimulated by your document!"

"I always thought that Jin Ziyang's goal was you, but I didn't expect that the result would be like this." Mucheng looked at An Yan and said calmly: "No matter what, I still hope that she can be happy. Jin Ziyang will be good as a girl."

"You?" An Yan looked at Mucheng in surprise: "You think so?"

"She has always been a woman who knows what she wants. Even if it is a stimulating marriage, she will not randomly drag someone to make ends meet." A smile appeared on Mucheng's lips: "And Jin Ziyang works as a management consultant.

Yes, his personality is equally emotional and rational. So the future between the two of them is worth looking forward to."

"Like a father who is watching his daughter get married, have you begun to analyze the possibility of happiness and continuation of this marriage?" An Yan looked at Mucheng with a half-smile.

"It's good to get back on the track of our own lives." Mucheng looked at her and smiled lightly: "An Yan, finding a second-hand man is indeed a lot of trouble, and you have been wronged."

"Second-hand men know how to cherish, right!" An Yan didn't mention Su Ho's text messages. After learning that Su Ho and Jin Ziyang were getting married, she thought that such a curse was just a sign of her hurting the relationship.

Venting after complete disappointment.

The two of them cuddled up on the sofa and chatted for a while about Cheng Fei's affairs and the company's affairs. An Yan started to feel sleepy.

Will sister dy be happy too?" An Yan asked suddenly while lying in Mucheng's arms with half-closed eyes. "I have arranged everything for dy."

"Yes." An Yan nodded and stopped mentioning the matter - she was not a generous woman in love; and because of love, she had unknowingly lost the feelings that once attracted her.

She is proud of her indifference and self-confidence, and like all women in the world who fall in love, she is always troubled by worries about gains and losses.

Perhaps, after Su Ho and Jin Ziyang get married and give up their entanglement with Mucheng, there will be more opportunities between father and daughter.

An Yan turned around gently and pressed her entire back against Mucheng's chest. Her curved body was like a baby in its mother's womb, finding a peaceful posture in his arms.

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"Don't----" In the middle of the night, An Yan suddenly woke up from his nightmare, grabbed Mucheng's lapel and sat up.

"What's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?" Mucheng sat up quickly, took her into his arms, and pulled the quilt over her, who was covered in cold sweat.

An Yan just closed her eyes tightly, placed her hands nervously on her lower abdomen, and her pale face did not recover for a long time.

"An Yan, An Yan, don't be afraid, I'm here." Mucheng hugged her tightly, his deep and honest voice, and his big hand gently patting her little hand, giving people a sense of stability and security.

"Mucheng, I had a nightmare." An Yan opened her eyes, looked at him and smiled weakly.

"What kind of nightmare scares you like this?" Mucheng patted her hand gently and whispered to soothe her nervous mood.

"Maybe it's because there have been too many things recently. I'm so nervous that even my subconscious has begun to lose its composure." An Yan watched Mucheng let out a long breath, rubbed her arms hard into his arms and said softly:

"Go to sleep, I have to go to work tomorrow."

"Yes." Mucheng hugged her and lay down, without asking what the dream was - he had never had a nightmare since he met her. Could it be related to the messages on his phone after dinner?

Mucheng patted her gently with his big hands, and kissed her neck with his warm lips, letting his warmth comfort her to the greatest extent.

It wasn't until he felt that she fell asleep again that he slowly let go of her and reached out to take the mobile phone on the bedside table. As soon as he opened the interface, An Yan opened his eyes again: "Mu

city?"

"Well, why are you awake again?" Mucheng hurriedly stuffed the phone under the pillow, turned around and hugged her again. He felt her whole body shrinking into his arms, and he held her even harder.

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"Well, it feels so comfortable, don't move." An Yan nestled in his arms, holding his waist tightly with both hands.
Chapter completed!