sjar Chapter 424 Not a Specific Like
Chapter 424 Not a Specific Like
Without an alarm clock, An Xiaoyue woke up naturally.
At the bedside, Fu Shengyang bent down to pick up his pajamas from the floor, preparing to put them on.
With each movement, the thin muscles on his back twitch and relax, exuding explosive power, while the lines on his arms are smooth and beautiful.
With so much muscle, it would be strange if his endurance wasn't great.
Thinking about last night...
An Xiaoyue blushed.
After sleeping in the same bed for a long time, they became more and more in sync and harmonious.
Fu Shengyang, having buttoned up his pajamas, turned around, wanting to kiss his beloved wife.
But then he saw her pair of bright, watery eyes staring at him.
"When did you wake up?"
"When you're getting dressed."
An Xiaoyue hid half her face under the blanket, only her eyes were visible, just so she wouldn't see her flushed face.
Fu Shengyang propped himself up on the edge of the bed, his cool lips landing on An Xiaoyue's forehead as he coaxed her softly, "It's still early, sleep a little longer."
An Xiaoyue felt a sweet warmth in her heart and obediently replied, "Okay."
After Fu Shengyang left the room, she paused for a moment to process what she had done.
I couldn't sleep, so I got up.
An Xiaoyue kept her word. She and Fu Shengyang went to get vaccinated and have their children checked out, feeling lucky.
When a child is born, parents have only two feelings.
Lucky has no other needs besides basic survival requirements such as eating, sleeping, and defecating.
Because he couldn't speak, crying was the only sound he could make.
Secondly, I have to go to the hospital every month for vaccinations and pediatric checkups.
An Xiaoyue has to go to work, and most of the time, Sister Qiu accompanies her.
This time, she sat in front of the doctor with Lucky in her arms, watching the thin needle pierce into Lucky's arm muscles.
Her heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, the pain making her gasp for breath.
Halfway through the vaccine rollout, Lucky finally felt the pain and burst into tears.
After the nurse finished administering the medication, she used a cotton swab to press and remove the needle. "Okay, Mom, hold the cotton swab down and observe for 30 minutes. If there are no abnormalities, you can leave."
After thanking the nurse, An Xiaoyue pressed the cotton swab, straightened Lucky's clothes, and then carried him out.
If you cry a few times, everything will be fine.
Fu Shengyang, who had been by his side the whole time, didn't say a word.
When they arrived at the lounge, An Xiaoyue noticed that the corners of his eyes were red.
They said they didn't care about Luck, but after getting a vaccine, their eyes turned red.
This dad will be tough on the outside but soft on the inside from now on.
After packing up the vaccine booklet and other items, Fu Shengyang reached out and took Lucky away, saying, "Let's go, Dad will take you to see the other kids playing on the slide and blowing bubbles."
Outside the observation room, there is a children's playground.
Lucky is too young to play, but he enjoys watching others play.
And those bubbles too, you can stare at them so intently you'll be completely mesmerized.
An Xiaoyue followed the father and son, opened her phone, and was ready to take photos of Lucky and Sheng Yang at any time.
If he ever dares to say that his father treated him badly, this will be the proof!
Fu Shengyang carried Lucky around, while An Xiaoyue got tired and casually found a chair to sit on.
She was scrolling through her WeChat Moments to pass the time when she suddenly saw Leng Fangyi's post.
"This exchange meeting has been going on for half a month, why haven't they come back yet? Perfect timing..."
An Xiaoyue muttered to herself as she sent a message to Leng Fangyi.
Brother, when are you coming back?
Leng Fang asked: "What do you want to buy?"
An Xiaoyue was taken aback. How did Fang Yi know that she wanted to buy something?
Does he have mind-reading abilities?
An Xiaoyue still shamelessly sent him the pictures.
[These are the shoes, crystal rhinestone-embellished pointed-toe high heels, size 38.]
Leng Fangyi: [Don't you wear size 40 shoes? How come you've become Cinderella's stepsister? You're actually forcing yourself to wear size 38 shoes.]
Cinderella's stepsisters cut off their feet so they could wear the glass slippers and become the prince's lovers.
But she's not Cinderella; she's the beloved darling of her family.
[This is a gift for Zhenzhen; size 38 is too popular in domestic department stores and is out of stock.]
During the New Year's Eve celebration, she saw Zhenzhen constantly browsing Jimmy Choo shoes, complaining that size 38 was always out of stock.
She wrote it down immediately.
Fang Yige happened to be on a business trip to England, so I asked him to buy it.
Leng Fangyi: 【I'll let you know when I get it.】
An Xiaoyue casually transferred 50,000 yuan to him, but Leng Fang returned it in a second.
An Xiaoyue explained, "These shoes are very expensive, over 30,000 yuan."
Leng Fang replied: "I'll come back and settle the score with you after I buy it."
A family dinner a few days later.
Leng Fang not only bought the shoes An Xiaoyue wanted, but also brought back a pair of beautiful shoes for each of the three women in his family.
"Sister-in-law, these shoes are so comfortable and beautiful."
"That's right, we should go to the store when we have time. If we like them, we'll buy a few more pairs so we can match them with our clothes."
Fang Mei and An Jiaren tried on clothes in front of the mirror in the entryway, and couldn't help but look at themselves from left to right.
Mothers' low-heeled shoes are simple and elegant, and they are very popular with them.
An Xiaoyue held the beautiful blue, sparkly shoes in her hands, and she loved them very much.
"Brother, are you going abroad to do wholesale and purchasing? Did you spend over 100,000 yuan on these?"
Her original intention was to transfer money to Fang Yige.
Unexpectedly, Leng Fang gave her a sharp rap on the forehead, saying, "You can just shut up and wear the paper you were paid for proofreading."
An Xiaoyue pretended to be in pain, rubbed the spot where she had been "hit," and tattled on it to Leng Yushan.
"Uncle, look at Fang Yi, he hit someone."
Leng Yushan handed her a Chinese medicine hammer, saying, "Use this little hammer to hit him."
An Xiaoyue wrinkled her nose. "Hmph, you're just jealous that I'm smarter than you."
"That's right, with such a smart little sister, how can we not make use of your brilliant mind?"
Well, she's been praised for being smart, and she even gets to wear pretty shoes—why wouldn't she be happy?
An Xiaoyue, with her sharp eyes, noticed a shoebox on the ground. "What kind of shoes are these?"
She was curious and wanted to pick it up to see what it was all about.
Leng Fang, quick as a flash, snatched it away before she could.
He held it high, not letting An Xiaoyue see it.
"They're just shoes, what's wrong with looking at them?"
An Xiaoyue couldn't reach it, so she planned to peek secretly when Fang Yige wasn't looking.
Leng Fang had seen through her thoughts and stuffed the shoebox into the top shoe cabinet.
"If you can't get it, then don't look at it."
An Xiaoyue took out her phone, zoomed in, and focused on photographing the information on the shoebox.
She cheered, "Haha~ I got the information about the shoes!"
After reading the contents of the shoebox, An Xiaoyue's smile vanished.
Size 38, women's, hiking boots.
None of the three women in the family have size 38 feet, so it was clearly not meant for them.
An Jiaren and Fang Mei reacted differently upon hearing An Xiaoyue's words.
"Oh, I see." An Xiaoyue said knowingly. "Tell me, why did you buy hiking boots for Zhen Zhen?"
The men who were originally drinking tea and chatting also turned to look at them.
"What kind of hiking boots?" Leng Shi asked.
"Brother Fang, here..."
Before An Xiaoyue could finish speaking, Leng Fangyi covered her mouth and dragged her into her grandfather's study.
The moment the door closed, Uncle Leng Yushan's roar rang out, "You little brat, be gentle with your sister!"
The adults were used to the siblings' playful antics, but they still kept reminding Leng Fangyi not to bully his sister.
Locked in the study, An Xiaoyue felt emboldened.
Because she discovered Leng Fangyi's secret.
She turned the tables and asked, "You like Zhen Zhen?"
I wouldn't say I like it.
An Xiaoyue scoffed, "Like is like, dislike is dislike. What does it mean if it doesn't count as liking?"
"It means that you can cultivate feelings for someone as a potential marriage partner."
An Xiaoyue's mouth gaped open in shock, wide enough to fit an egg.