The night is long.

Early the next morning, Ye Jiaqi asked the boss's wife for three days' leave.

Early in the morning, while Chengfan was still sleeping in, she went to buy some dumplings and came back to make dumplings.

Xiaoguai jumped onto Ye Jiaqi's bed, squatted by the pillow and looked at Qiao Chengfan.

Where did the child come from, hum.

After he came, it fell out of favor.

Xiaoguai raised his paw, touched Qiao Chengfan's hair, and then retracted it.

"Well..." After repeating it several times, Qiao Chengfan was woken up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Xiaoguai's innocent and cute face.

"Well, bad guy, why don't you let me sleep?" Qiao Chengfan rubbed its head.

When Xiaoguai saw that he was awake, he was so frightened that he jumped out of bed and ran to Ye Jiaqi very smartly.

Ye Jiaqi smiled and saw two little live treasures.

After Qiao Chengfan finished breakfast, he sat in the kitchen making dumplings with Ye Jiaqi.

"The baby can make dumplings."

"Who did you learn it from?"

"Kindergarten activities, taught by teachers."

"Then make dumplings with Qiqi."

Qiao Chengfan was very serious about making dumplings. Occasionally, Ye Jiaqi had a trance when he raised his head.

Qiao Chengfan pinched the dumpling wrapper with his little hands, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly, he was very happy.

"Meow, meow..."

The little boy was spinning around under his feet, sometimes nuzzling Ye Jiaqi, sometimes nuzzling Qiao Chengfan.

When he was tired from running, he lay down on the balcony and went to sleep.

Qiao Chengfan's little face was covered with white flour.

Ye Jiaqi smiled and wiped his face: "Little painted face."

Just as Ye Jiaqi was putting the towel back into the bathroom, suddenly, his cell phone rang——

"An'an?"

"Jia Qi, I forgot to call you yesterday. Happy birthday."

"It's okay, thank you An An, I'm quite used to it here and have settled in."

"That's good, I was a little worried at first."

"An'an, are you feeling unwell?" Ye Jiaqi heard something unusual in her voice, which was hoarse and a little tired.

what happened?

"No, it's just a cold." Ning An lowered his eyelashes and coughed lightly, his voice weak and tired.

"Is it really just a cold? An'an, take care of your body. Everything else is weak, only your body is yours." Ye Jiaqi warned, "Don't be too tired. Did you have fun on Chinese Valentine's Day yesterday?"

"Working overtime and not having fun."

"Look at you, you told me not to be too tired and to take a rest, but you're still working overtime."

There was a bitter curve at the corner of Ning An's lips, and there was no trace of light in his eyes.

The usually bright eyes were covered with a shallow layer of confusion at this moment, bottomless and with no end in sight.

She rubbed her forehead and leaned against the wall weakly.

The wall supported her body and she didn't fall down.

"On that occasion, I'm going to rest first. I just took cold medicine and am a little sleepy." Ning An said.

"Okay, it's best to take a day off tomorrow. If it's serious, remember to go to the hospital."

"Um."

Ning An hung up the phone and squatted down weakly, burying her head in her knees, feeling miserable.

His face was pale and his lips were as white as paper.

She had a splitting headache, and she just squatted on the ground, her eyes dizzy.

This is a hotel suite, and the air is filled with the aroma of lavender and some erotic atmosphere.

Ning An thought about everything last night, and her head... hurt even more.

She covered her head and squatted on the ground. The moments from last night swept over her like a flood, and she couldn't avoid or escape.
Chapter completed!