Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Wen Ruoshui was relieved, as long as Huo Ci didn't know it, but the old fifth's temper, can he keep the secret, with obvious worries in his eyes: "What about the old fifth?"

Yan Yuanfei smiled and looked at him: "Don't you look at the fifth child who looks less reliable than the sixth child. He knows in his heart that he is more sensible than the sixth child and will not speak out."

The fifth child looks like a game in the world, but it is just for others to see. He has suffered too much since he was a child, and he is much more stable than the sixth.

"That's fine." Wen Ruoshui naturally believed in him. After all, he was his brother. He knew each of them best.

Yan Yuanfei hugged her, leaned to her ear, breathing hot: "Will you go back at night?"

Wen Ruoshui was scorched by his scorching breath, and his mellow and **** voice shook his head, "I am on vacation today and will not go back."

"Then stay with me!" Yan Yuanfei hugged her into his arms and sighed with satisfaction, only to feel that his blood was burning.

"Yeah." Wen Ruoshui also missed him.

When will they have a baby?

She wanted to have a baby that belonged to both of them.

But after getting the marriage certificate, and having been together for such a long time, there was no movement in her stomach. She didn't need to remind her mother and grandma, she started to worry.

But every time I mentioned it to him, he said that it didn't matter. If you want more time to enjoy the two-person world, just let the baby's affairs take its course.

Time is the fastest thing to pass, and Baiju slipped away in five years without knowing it.

Wen Ruoshui was very fortunate that the man she loved was alive, but his physical condition was getting worse every day.

Three years ago, he had only a few days of the onset of illness and his physical condition was not good. The rest of the time was no different from ordinary people.

But after that, every time he had an illness, his body collapsed visible to the naked eye, weight loss, and pain followed.

Wen Ruoshui brought a bowl of chicken soup that had just been simmered, opened the door of the study, and looked at the horribly thin man, Wen Ruoshui said, "Mr. Yan, can you eat something before working?"

Yan Yuanfei raised his head gently with brows and eyes, and smiled at her: "Yes, Mrs. Yan."

"You, can you take a break for two days, the eldest brother has put you on vacation, but still can't be free." Wen Ruoshui sighed helplessly: "If you continue to do this, I will call the eldest brother and let him come and see ."

"I was wrong." Yan Yuan was not going to bring the chicken soup, but she snatched it away, laughing to please: "Mrs. Yan, I will go to bed after eating, and I will be energetic. Will you go to the movies with you?

"So you still remember, I thought you had forgotten it, workaholic." Wen Ruoshui glared at him angrily.

"Yu'er's new movie was released, how could I forget it." Yan Yuanfei looked at her: "Give me chicken soup."

Wen Ruoshui slapped his hand away: "It's not a small matter, Minister Yan is fighting, let me feed you."

Yan Yuanfei: "That's hard work, madam."

After drinking a bowl of chicken soup, my stomach is warm.

"Did you drink it?" Yan Yuanfei asked her.

Wen Ruoshui: "I have to serve Mr. first."

Yan Yuanfei smiled: "Let's talk about courtesy, and the gentleman will come and take care of you."

In the past few years, Wen Ruoshui has made great progress in his culinary skills. He asked the chef of the state banquet to learn from his teacher, and he made very high-quality things. He also worked hard to make him a good meal.