A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 895 Full of grievances

Zhuang Zhoucheng immediately understood that this was the so-called pregnant woman's emotions.

It must be so hard to carry a baby with a big belly. It is normal and necessary to feel bad.

Mr. Zhuang Sanye hugged his wife and kissed her on the face non-stop, wishing he could help her shed all her tears. Look how hard his wife is working.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's empty big hand gently held his wife's belly. There was a little kid in it. It must be heavy, right?

Oh, this is so painful.

"Don't cry, your husband is here, okay? Let's go to the movies and ignore this bully."

Zhuang Zhoucheng kissed Huo Yan on the face. If she asked for his heart now, Master Zhuang would undoubtedly give it to her.

He finally managed to appease his wife, but now he is confused again. Should he recognize the child or continue to pretend that he doesn't know?

Isn’t it that his wife didn’t let him know, just to make him angry?

The practice of concealing the truth is undoubtedly much more gentle and beautiful than really finding a man to take revenge on him. He will definitely try his best to cooperate, because he was the one who hurt her so deeply in the first place.

"Wife, what are you going to call our child?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled happily, half leaning next to Huo Yan, and stroked her protruding belly.

Huo Yan lay on the sofa like a queen. The sofa was quite wide, but there was not much space left after she lay down. The man even insisted on getting closer, making it really crowded.

"Seventeen."

Huo Yan placed his hand lightly on his chest. His breathing became difficult again because his belly was too big and was squeezing his internal organs.

"17?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng's expression became serious for only half a second, then he immediately nodded in agreement:

"Hello, Seventeen. Hello, little Seventeen. My wife is amazing. She came up with such a great name."

Well, I guess once I know what this means, I won’t be so optimistic.

But at this moment, whatever my wife says is fine, right?

Zhuang Zhoucheng thought that seventeen was a very good number, as it was a sign that she was going to give birth to seventeen children for him.

Zhuang Zhoucheng laughed so happily that wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, and he looked very silly.

He crawled down, and gently pressed his cool and hard face against his wife's belly.

"Boy, Daddy is talking to you, can you hear me? Don't bully Mommy, be quiet. If you dare to kick her again, I'll beat you up when you get out..."

Huo Yan couldn't stand it any longer, so she pushed Zhuang Zhoucheng away and glared at him while holding her big belly:

"Why are you scaring my baby?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at the woman who was approaching with a frown on his face. Oh no, my wife is angry. This won’t do. I have to calm down quickly.

"Unexpectedly, my husband is worried about you. Be good, we won't be angry, okay?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng grabbed Huo Yan's hand and kissed it, then suddenly spoke seriously:

"Honey, thank you for your hard work."

Huo Yan covered his chest with his hands, and Zhuang Zhoucheng immediately reached out to cover it and rub it gently.

"Uncomfortable, huh?"

Huo Yan looked at him with a glare, looking at his honest hands indifferently, and said in a cold tone:

"Mr. Zhuang, the children are watching. Is your action appropriate?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng paused for a moment, then smiled and withdrew his hand, then grabbed his wife's hand and kissed it left and right.

How can he express his love to his wife?

Look at this old man. Since he found out he was pregnant, he only goes to the company for half a day every day and comes back early in the afternoon.

In the evening, Huo Yan did yoga, and Zhuang Zhoucheng accompanied her, helping her stretch and taking a break whenever he saw she was tired.

Taking a shower at night was fine, but washing hair was a bit difficult. Huo Yan sat on a special chair for pregnant mothers with her head tilted back, and Zhuang Zhoucheng helped wash her hair.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's hand was a bit heavy. As a man, how could he have done any delicate work?

As soon as he started, Huo Yan shouted, "Do you want to murder me?"

"I'll be gentle, gentle, don't cry, baby, your husband will be gentle..."

While Zhuang Zhoucheng was patiently coaxing his wife, he poured warm water on Huo Yan's head, being careful to avoid getting the water into her eyes and ears.

After washing his hair, he took off his earmuffs and blew them dry. Before going to bed, Zhuang Zhoucheng began to cultivate a relationship with the little guy. It was all his fault for not fulfilling his responsibility before. He hoped that the little guy would not bear a grudge.

Huo Yan felt uncomfortable lying down, but Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't care. He buried his head in the quilt and talked to his stomach in a low voice.

Huo Yan looked at the man lying under the quilt, frowned slightly, and asked:

"what are you doing?"

"Talk to our little Seventeen." After what happened in the morning, Zhuang Zhoucheng spoke to the child without telling his mother and did it quietly.

Huo Yan was speechless. "Hurry up and get up. I don't feel well."

Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled back the quilt and came out, leaning against his wife. "Why are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Huo Yan glared at him, "He kicked me, please stop messing with him. He's having fun in there, and I'm suffering, okay?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng nodded immediately, "Okay, I won't bother him anymore. I'll coax our Seventeen to sleep and let him sleep first."

It was already late at night, and Huo Yan was still trying to find a position that would make him more comfortable.

But I felt comfortable, but the one in my stomach was not happy. I gently stroked my big belly and whispered:

"Qiqi, can we not be night owls? Early to bed and early to rise is good for your health. Be good and go to bed quickly..."

Huo Yan couldn't sleep. The mother was lacking oxygen, and the fetus was moving violently, while the man beside her was sleeping soundly. Huo Yan struggled to get up and sit up, looking at her husband, and she became angry.

Maybe pregnant women are really unreasonable sometimes. They can't control their emotions and cry for no reason.

She wondered why she was so busy that she couldn't even sleep well, but he was sleeping like a pig. Was he trying to make her angry?

I feel unbalanced, unhappy, and upset.

The crying got louder and louder. How could Zhuang Zhoucheng not wake up after crying like this?

"Wife..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng opened his eyes, but before he could react, his precious baby slid off the bed, stepped on the ground barefoot, and walked out.

Just that one sound scared Mr. Zhuang Sanye to death.

He shuddered all over, immediately got up, turned on the light, got out of bed and chased after him.

"Yan'er, what's wrong? Yan'er..."

Huo Yan held her stomach with one hand and walked down the escalator with the other, crying her heart out.

Oh my god, I was so nervous. What on earth was going on?

He followed her quickly, walking beside her. Every time she went down a stair, he would follow her.

"Baoer, can you tell me what happened? Can you stop crying first? Tell me, your husband is here, and he will help you with anything, okay?" Zhuang Zhoucheng stretched out his hand to support her, but was afraid that she would get angry, so he held his arms in the air to protect her.

Huo Yan cried miserably. She was tired after walking a few steps and leaned on the escalator to blame the man.

"I can't sleep. The younger one is against me, and the older one is bullying me. You know I can't sleep, but you still sleep like a pig. Why? Are you deliberately trying to piss me off to death? I'm hungry and sleepy. The older one won't give me anything to eat, and the younger one won't let me sleep. I owe you..."