"you can't starve yourself." shang jinghui reminded him.
before he yi just over the early pregnancy reaction that period of time every time he wanted to eat what he wanted to say that the baby wanted to eat, obviously taking the child in the belly as a cover, in order to seek his own welfare, but now he knows that for the baby to consider, shang jinghui is relieved at the same time a little sour in his heart, and began to worry that he yi will pour too much attention into the cub after the baby is born.
he didn't want anyone to take away he yi's feelings, nor could the child.
not to mention that this little cub is still made by him in the previous life, and shang jinghui has not been able to completely release his feelings about this, and every time the vinegar comes up, he must hold he yi and make love to slightly alleviate the depression in his heart.
he yi was putting clothes on himself, and wen yan chong smiled at shang jing and said, "of course, i will certainly not be hungry for myself."
shang jing saw that he had not put a sweater on for a long time, and reached out to help him straighten it, and he yi took the opportunity to drill his head into the hole in the neckline of the sweater, and it took a while to drill out, making his face a little red.
"this dress is so hard to wear, don't wear it next time." he yi brushed his lips in disgust.
"turtleneck sweaters are like this, just wear them." shang jing said funnily.
then he sorted out his sleeves and signaled he yi to continue wearing them, and he yi reluctantly stretched out his arms and continued to complain: "i just can't wear it."
shang jinghui helped he yi put on the other sleeve, "it's okay not to wear this, but remember to tie a scarf when you go out."
he yi immediately nodded his head quickly and replied, "i will remember."
that said, but he has always been oblivious about this kind of thing, just promised shang jinghui yesterday that he would remember to wear socks, and today he was barefoot again, fortunately, the ground has been covered with thick carpets, and the house is heated, so it will not feel too cold.
shang jing saw that he had forgotten to put on his shoes and wanted to run to the bathroom, reached out and pulled the person into his arms, punitively rubbed he yi's face, held his face that was rubbed a little red, and asked, "how did you promise me yesterday?"
he yi was confused for a while before remembering that he was not wearing shoes, and while apologizing to shang jinghui incoherently, he stretched out his feet to try to hook the slippers and put them on.
shang jinghui deliberately did not let him get his wish, kicked away the slippers that he yi was almost able to wear, and made a clever effort to put the person down on the bed, and used this excuse to punish he yi for a while.
he yi was bullied and blushed, gasping for breath and whispering in shang jinghuan's ear: "husband, you hurt me to want to play games now, otherwise we will play for a while before we go to dinner?"
shang jinghui actually couldn't control his anger, but he just wanted to deliberately hang he yi so that this little guy who had lost everything had a little longer memory, shook his head with a straight face, and said: "no, you have to eat first."
he yi's beautiful apricot eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, and the end of his eyes was slightly red, and his soft body twisted in shang jinghui's arms, and he said pitifully: "but i want to play now." "
shang jinghui still did not let go, "will be hungry baby."
he yi puffed up his cheeks in grievance and said breathlessly: "husband, you are so bad, i don't play with you anymore, ahem!"
shang jinghui lowered his head and pecked at his red lips, gently patted his face, and smiled: "after eating and playing, save yourself a while of low blood sugar."
although he yi obediently went down to eat, he still held his breath in his heart, deliberately not talking to shang jinghui, and shang jinghui and he just hummed when he said anything.
however, the gambling gas did not affect his meal volume, and shang jing saw that he had a good appetite and was slightly relieved.
after eating, he yi still remembered to play the game, but he didn't want to take the initiative to open this mouth, so he always couldn't help but secretly go to see shang jinghui, hoping that shang jinghui could keep his promise and take the initiative to play with him.
shang jinghui saw he yi's careful thinking, deliberately did not mention this stubble, and went upstairs to change clothes after eating.
he yi followed him like a small tail, afraid that he would discover his intentions and deliberately did not follow closely, but he did not want to get too far away from shang jinghui, maintaining a distance of two or three meters, and pretending to look here and touch there, pretending that he did not deliberately follow shang jinghui.
shang jinghui found it amusing, pretended to be unaware, and continued to pick out the clothes to wear out the door.
he yi probed his head at the door of the cloakroom and looked inside, as long as shang jinghui had a tendency to turn around and look at the door, he would immediately retract his head.
it wasn't until he saw shang jinghui change into a suit and walk out, that he couldn't help but jump to shang jinghui and asked, "husband, are you going out?" "
shang jinghui suppressed a smile, made a hurry, faintly muttered, and replied while walking outside: "the company still has business."
he yi was deceived by him, and quickly grabbed his arm to remind him: "husband, did you forget what you promised me in the morning?"
"what?" shang jinghui asked doubtfully, as if he really didn't remember anything.
he yi was in a hurry and could not take care of any facelessness, directly reached out and pulled the tie that shang jingjian had just tied, pulled it down, kissed shang jinghui's lips with his feet, and impatiently took the tip of his tongue to open shang jinghui's teeth, and hooked shang jinghui's tongue to dance together.
shang jing smiled and picked up he yi and went back to the bedroom.
after being carefully put on the bed by shang jinghui, he yicai reacted and angrily grabbed shang jinghui's shirt and asked, "husband, did you just deliberately?" you remember, deliberately lied to me..."
shang jinghui directly blocked his mouth, allowing him to release the words of accusation into small whimpers little by little.
the bright sunlight changed an angle from the gap in the curtains, he yi was hugged by shang jingjian and took a bath, lying on the bed with a weak body, wrapping his soft limbs around shang jinghui, the whole person was soft and soft, and the tone was a brutal and unreasonable posture, "husband, you are not allowed to go!" you just lied to me, so you have to compensate me.
"how to compensate? do you want to do it again? shang jing asked for a long time.
he yi shook his head: "don't play today, playing too much will hurt your waist."
"so what do you want?" shang jinghui asked with a smile, and at the same time reached out and pulled up the quilt, helping he yi rub his waist inside.
he yi snorted comfortably, closed his eyes with pleasure, and said, "it's okay now, don't you go to work today?" i want you to hug me more. "
shang jinghui pinched he yi's nose with his other hand, "where do you get the money to buy you delicious food if you don't go to work?"
"then i'll eat less, and you won't go today." he yi continued to snide with his face on his back.
he is usually not so clingy, i don't know if it is because he was frightened yesterday or because he just finished the game with shang jinghui, and now he especially wants shang jinghui to hug him well, and do nothing else.
shang jinghui was so entangled that he couldn't forcibly tear he yi off his body, so he had to push today's events to his subordinates and make time to spend time with he yi at home.
after he yi fell asleep in a daze, shang jinghui took his mobile phone and asked how the arrangements after kidnapping shang jingyun were going.
last night he had asked shang jingyun to write a note to leave in the bedroom, saying that he was going to go out for a walk and that the spring festival might not come back.
but this is not enough to dispel the doubts of others, so shang jinghui let ah hu find a person with a similar body shape to shang jingyun to disguise himself as shang jingyun and go to the airport, and the clothes are also the style that shang jingyun often wears, and he bought a ticket with shang jingyun's id card and boarded a plane flying abroad.
the monitoring pixels of the airport are not particularly high, and if you do not look carefully, you will not find any clues, which is enough to fool the old man and the merchants, even if they come to check, they can't find anything abnormal for a while and a half.
as for shang jingyun himself, he asked ah hu to transfer the man to a small villa on the outskirts of the city, where no one lived, and for the sake of safety, he continued to keep shang jingyun in the basement, and carefully examined his belongings and changed his original clothes, in case he left his back hand to escape again.
after making sure that these things had been handled according to his own arrangements, shang jinghui threw away his mobile phone and looked at he yi, who was sleeping particularly sweetly in his arms, and then followed he yi to take a nap.
he yi lay in bed until noon before getting up again, although breakfast was late, but playing games is more energy-consuming, so his appetite is still very good when eating lunch.
the chef here is a new recruit, the taste of cooking is not the same as the old house, shang jinghui was still worried that he yi would not be used to eating, and it was only when he saw that what he ate was very fragrant before he reacted that he was more worried.
although the little guy is gluttonous, he is not a picky eater, as long as the taste is passable, he can eat very happily and feed himself very well.
he yi ate and drank enough to take the initiative to pull shang jinghui to go out for a walk, the doctor said that moderate exercise is good for the body, basking in the sun is also conducive to the development of the fetus, these two points he remembers very clearly, when the weather is good, he consciously finds time to go out every day.
knowing that shang jinghui's legs had not fully recovered and could not exercise for a long time, he also deliberately pushed the wheelchair out, excitedly patted the seat to greet shang jinghui: "husband come to sit, i push you out."
"no, i can walk with you for a while." shang jinghui said with a smile.
he yi did not insist, handed the wheelchair to the bodyguard next to him, and said to shang jinghui: "then wait for your husband to sit down when he is tired."
shang jing responded, reached out to help he yi wrap the scarf, and put on a furry beanie hat for him.
he yi waited for shang jinghui to finish his busy work, reached through shang jinghui's fingers and clasped his ten fingers, and then put both hands into his pocket together, the pear vortex on his lips loomed, and bent his eyes: "let's go."
since he knew that holding hands could also be held like this, he liked the feeling of interlocking with shang jinghui's ten fingers, because it would make him feel very safe.