Chapter 902: : Dear Zuo Hancheng (4)

"You're sarcastic again." Anhao leaned in his arms with a soft voice, closed his eyes, and rubbed his head vigorously in his arms: "What should I do? You hug each other like this at home together, so you don’t feel tired of hugging."
Zuo Hancheng chuckled and scraped his hand on the tip of her nose: "Then hold it all the time."
"Oh, oh, hurry up and touch it." Anhao suddenly pulled down his hand and put his hand on his stomach: "I don't know what kind of kung fu this little thing is doing in my stomach recently. I move every day. He’s happier, and as long as you talk, he moves more happily, as if he knew that it was Dad who came back."
Zuo Hancheng's hand was placed on her belly, gently and slowly stroked, feeling the little things inside as if punching and kicking in her belly, he smiled: "Just as naughty as you ."
An Hao gave him a straight look: "In addition to extending the rebellion period to twenty years old, when did I ever be naughty? Also, the amount of daily exercise in my stomach is so large, I suspect he is a boy, I was originally I thought I was pregnant with a girl, and bought a lot of small pink clothes when I went out to the maternity and infant store some time ago. Now it seems that I have to return it for a batch of colors..."
"Boys and girls are the same." Zuo Hancheng's hand still rests on her belly, his other hand is around her, and a soft kiss is placed on her head: "The first few months of your pregnancy were When I was uncomfortable, I couldn't be by your side, do you blame me?"
Anhao leaned in his arms, closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of finally being able to return to Zuo Hancheng's embrace, and shook his head resolutely: "When I vomit every day, you are trying to get back to me. By my side and fighting on the line of life and death, now that you are back, I just think that God is not thin to me, how could I blame you."
"It seems that Mo Bai not only told me about you, but he also failed to keep his word about me."
"Yes, yes, I found that Mo Bai used to be a very calm person. Since he fell in love, he started to break his mouth. He ran to you to hit my report, and I also hit yours. , Do you think we should send him to Africa to work for a few years and then come back?"
"Mo Bai is in love?" Zuo Hancheng asked coldly.
"Yeah." Anhao raised his head to look at him: "No, no matter what, Zuo Hancheng, who seems to know for the first time, has something he doesn't know."
"In the past eight months, I have handed you over to him. Can he spare time to think about other things? Who is he in love with?"
"... Huang Amao!" Anhao laughed as he said.
If it hadn't been for the left boss to confess Mo Bai to take care of her, and Mo Bai called Huang Amao to accompany her, it is estimated that the two of them could not be so close to the water tower. Zuo Hancheng must have never thought that maybe he himself is the Yuelao who is involved.
When he heard that it was Huang Amao, Zuo Hancheng thought about it, but didn't speak any more.
"What's the matter? Is Huang Amao okay?" An Hao poked his shoulder twice with his hand: "She and her lips and lips are my best girlfriends. If you dare to say that they are not good, I won't do it. what."
"I'm a good girl, but her temper is a little bit wilder than when you were nineteen years old." Zuo Hancheng patted her shoulder: "When we hold the wedding, call all your friends."
Anhao was surprised: "Do you still know that you owe my wedding and wedding photos?"
Zuo Hancheng raised his eyebrows: "What?"
"I have been sad for a long time because of this. I dared to let go without even leaving a photo for me. For weddings or wedding photos, I even had a wedding ring confiscated by you. There was a period of time in the past few months. I even suspected Zuo Hancheng that you were just an illusion. You didn't exist in this world at all. Everything that was once was just my dream."
Anhao said as he raised his hand and showed him his hand: "Then, what about the wedding ring? When are you going to return it to me?"
Zuo Hancheng dragged her hand down and kissed her lips at the same time: "Good things are worth waiting for, what's the hurry?"
"I want to completely own you..."
"How thorough?" The man gently stroked his hand behind her back when he spoke, and he was still wandering unkindly.
Anhao immediately gave him a slanted look: "Hold it well, don't touch it."
Zuo Hancheng: "..."
Knowing that it was not long before her due date, reluctantly put her hand on her waist.
Feeling that Zuo Hancheng was a little aggrieved, Anhao immediately smiled and put his head in his arms: "What? Abstinence is too long, it's uncomfortable? It seems that it will take me more than one month after giving birth... "
As a result, the words were not finished, and the back of his head was suddenly pressed by a force. Zuo Hancheng had directly kissed her chattering mouth, and sucked on her lips, tender and lingering, and even more endless. miss.
An Hao Dang even though the whole person leaned softly in his arms and withstood his soft but fierce kiss.
This kiss seemed to span the distance of life and death, as if all the longing for more than eight months and the desire to touch and hug and kiss each other-looking at this moment surging.
...
At night, Anhao took advantage of Zuo Hancheng to fall asleep, so he quietly walked into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching him sleep in the halo of the yellow wall lamp in the night.
I don't remember how long it has been since I looked at Zuo Hancheng so carefully.
Seeing that he was sleeping very heavily, Anhao stretched out his hand and stroked his eyebrows lightly, with very light force, to ensure that he would not wake him up.
Finally, the fingers were gently placed on his face, and the fingertips touched his body temperature.
Zuo Hancheng is still alive, and he really lives in front of her. Although his body has not fully recovered, he is still alive.
Anhao felt that the days she had passed these days might be even more muddled than the previous eight months, and she had always been stepping on the meager happiness, for fear that everything would be broken.
Her hand can hold his hand, she can breathe the clean smell of him, and he can hear his even breathing.
Anhao smiled as he watched Zuo Hancheng's sleep.
Suddenly thinking of the answer to the numeric code she saw in the mailbox at that time, Anhao held her hand so gently, lying on his bedside with a very small voice and said: "My husband, I too love you……"
Suddenly, the palm she was holding moved slightly, and slightly exerted some strength to hold her back in the palm. Zuo Hancheng opened his eyes and smiled at her: "I didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran to my bedside to confess. Are you trying to make me unable to sleep?"