Chang’an Peasant Girl

Ning Zihan knew why An Baobao was like this, and was very moved. But: "It's still not possible, if I'm not careful"

He was really afraid that he would accidentally touch her belly.

"Just one night." Baby An shook his hand, coquettishly, and asked him to sleep on the same bed with her tonight.

Although Ning Zihan was still afraid that he would accidentally touch An Baobei's belly, he did not refuse anymore. He did not lie face to face with An Baobao. He lay behind An Baobao. It feels like it can be farther away from Baby Ann's belly.

But An Baobei turned over with a smile and faced him face to face.

Ning Zihan felt helpless and sweet in her heart, "You're making me afraid to sleep tonight."

An Baobei said playfully: "You have already slept and woke up. It doesn't matter if you don't sleep anymore."

As he said this, An Baobei's hand went to hold his hand again, and the two of them intertwined their fingers tightly.

Ning Zihan's heart felt warm, and she couldn't help but leaned over, pressed a kiss on Baobao An's forehead, and said, "Are you worried?"

"Yeah." Baby An nodded. "Don't do this again."

"Yeah." He agreed. Then, he asked softly: "Is dinner delicious?"

"You're like this, how can I have the appetite to eat? But for the baby in my belly, I still eat a lot." After a pause, her eyes were red and her voice was choked, "You haven't even eaten."

He smiled and stroked her face with his other hand, "I'm not hungry yet. I'll have a good meal with you tomorrow."

"Uh-huh."

The next day, Ning Zihan did not go to work, but stayed with An Baobao at home.

Regarding what happened yesterday, Ning Zihan and An Baobei both made a tacit agreement not to mention it again. Instead, they did this and that together, which was particularly comfortable, leisurely, loving and sweet.

An Baobei somewhat understood why her parents had to live in seclusion and live an ordinary life as a farmer when they were in Tianyun. She felt that this life was so beautiful.

A week passed in the blink of an eye. Just when An Baobao thought that Fang Boya's matter was over, Fang Boya didn't know that he had gotten her number and called her.

"Zihan ignores me, Wenxian ignores me, and Ning Wuze ignores me. Baby, please take care of me because I'm about to die." Fang Boya cried pitifully on the other end of the phone. .

"What do you want me to do with you?" An Baobei sneered.

Fang Boya said: "Aren't you a charity person? I read on the Internet that you are a kind-hearted person. All the money you spent on live broadcasts was donated to charities to help people in need. I am already dying, so it doesn't matter. I don’t need your help. My youngest son Kaikai is only twelve years old. He really needs help. Please advise Zihan to be my son’s guardian. I will be grateful to you even after I die. ”

An Baobei even sneered, "Your son needs help, you find a charity. I donate money regularly every month. If you can't contact the charity, I can help you contact it, but you want my husband to be your There is no way for this son to be a guardian! Even if my husband agrees, I will not agree! You are the one who hurt my husband. I have never seen anyone as shameless as you! Okay, you can call me again and I’ll help you contact the charity. As for the rest, I can tell you now, don’t even think about it! Okay, I’m hanging up.”

With that said, Baby An actually hung up the phone.