When the two saw each other, they were both startled.
Wen Yang's face was as pale as white paper, she glanced in the direction where Yan Yu came out, her eyes were flickering.
She forced a seemingly weak smile, and said weakly, "Yan Yu, it's so late, who are you looking for on the second floor?"
Yan Yu rolled his eyes around her body, did not answer her question, and asked with concern: "Wen Yang, what's wrong with you? I think you look very bad."
Wen Yang's smile froze for a moment: "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."
"If you're tired, go to bed early, it's getting late, I'm going to bed!" Yan An waved his hand, and ran upstairs with his pockets in his pocket.
Wen Yang stood there without moving, watching Yan An's back disappear, his deep eyes fell on the door of Qi Yan's room.
What's the relationship between Yan Yu and Qi Yan?
Yan Yu, who returned to the room, was also thinking about the same question.
What's the relationship between Wen Yang and Qi Yan?
My ex-husband had been out for a while, and when I asked about it just now, he said he was out for a walk.
And now, Wen Yang obviously went out for a walk.
Could it be that her ex-husband is having a second spring?
She knew about this Wen Yang in detail before she came to record the show. Once in an interview, he clearly stated that he was a fan of Qi Yan.
So now, is the idol and the fans going out for a walk after the recording of the show?
It's tricky. But it has nothing to do with her, she still wishes her ex-husband a second spring.
After these children have sprouted and grown up, she will also work hard to find a second spring.
While thinking about it, Yan Meng took out Yan Mengmeng from his pocket.
Sitting obediently on the chair, looking out the window with a bitter face, the Yan Kuku kid who was shaking his short white legs turned around for a while.
Seeing his brother, his eyes lit up slightly, he jumped off the chair, and moved over in small steps: "Brother, you're back!"
Yan Mengmeng was still in shock, looked at her younger brother, held back her tears, and hugged him: "Yeah, my mother saved me. Cool, I'm so worried about you. I was just afraid that I would never see you again with mom."
Yan Kuku thought of what happened at night, and the coolness of the running water on his body, and he couldn't help being shocked: "I was also scared just now, that uncle is too bad."
Yan Mengmeng nodded in agreement, thought for a while, turned around, looked at Yan Eucalyptus who was drinking water, and asked hesitantly: "Mom, that terrible uncle—" Little Yan Mengmeng hesitated to speak.
Yan Euan, who was drinking water, gave the child an encouraging look.
Yan Kuku also said: "Brother, what's wrong?"
Yan Mengmeng clenched her little hands, and mustered up the courage to ask, "Is that scary uncle our father?"
With a puff, all the water in Yan An's mouth sprayed out.
She was choked and coughed uncontrollably.
Yan Kuku Kugua's face was full of surprise, his mouth was opened wide, and his expression was incredible.
He looked at his mother who was coughing all the time, and then at his brother who was standing beside him with a troubled face, and asked with his fingers, "Brother, what does this mean?"
If such a terrible uncle were my father, it would be too miserable in the future...
Yan Mengmeng said: "I just heard the conversation between my mother and that uncle. The uncle asked my mother where the child was. My mother said she was not pregnant. But we..." We are not pregnant, how could there be them?
The two children looked at Yan An in unison.
Yan An had stopped coughing, wiped his mouth with his arm, and met the eyes of the two children with a guilty conscience.
She stroked her hair, walked up to the child and squatted down, and said solemnly: "No, he is not your father."
Yan Kuku closed his mouth wide open, so he would be relieved if it wasn't for him.
Because Yan Mengmeng heard the conversation between the two, she still didn't believe it: "But Mom, why did uncle ask you that just now..."
"Ahem." Yan Yu rolled his eyes and started to say something, "Well, mother and uncle, um, that, they were together before..."
Yan Kuku's mouth widened again, with a look of despair on his bitter face: "Huh?"
Yan Mengmeng wrinkled her face together: "But Mom, that uncle is so scary, wouldn't it be dangerous if you were with him?"
Yan Yu smiled awkwardly.
At that time, I was so focused on my appearance that I didn't realize the danger.
She gestured with her fingers: "Just be together for a short time, a short time. But you really are not that uncle's children, you think you are, but you are not."
Yan Mengmeng and Yan Kuku said in unison: "Then who is our father?"
Yan Yu blinked: "Your father... went abroad..."
Yan Yu: "Eh?"
Did she say that?
Yan Mengmeng thought for a while, and nodded affirmatively.
Yan An looked up at the ceiling with a guilty conscience: "Mengmeng, Kuku, your mother lied to you about asexual reproduction. Your father went abroad and said he would not come back in the future. So I don't want to tell you because I'm afraid you will be sad. I'm sorry , Mom lied to you."
At the end, she bowed her head guiltily.
Yan Mengmeng shook her head quickly, and hugged Yan An: "It's okay, mom."
Yan Kuku also squeezed out a smile: "It's good that we have a mother."
In short, it's fine if Dad doesn't need to be that scary uncle.
In the dead of night, after twelve o'clock in the morning, most people fell asleep.
The big rooster in the lobby on the first floor, who was **** with a rope, was unwilling to be lonely. In the middle of the night, he shook his shiny feathers, stretched his neck, and sang loudly: "Oh-oh-oh-oh-"
As soon as he fell asleep, Yan Yu, who was half asleep and half awake, lost all sleepiness in an instant when he was called.
The two children also opened their sleepy eyes and got up from the bed.
One big and two small yawned together.
What the **** is this **** doing at night?
The rooster crowed a few more times, and when Yan Yu couldn't help but want to go downstairs and put tape on the rooster's mouth, the rooster fell silent.
After waiting for a while, she did not hear the crow again, Yan Yu wanted to fall back on the bed and continue to sleep, but Yan Mengmeng held her back: "Mom, does the rooster only crow when it is hungry?"
Yan Yu tugged the copper money grass leaves on his head: "Maybe."
At night, I fed it the food I cooked, but the rooster vomited after a few mouthfuls.
Later, she didn't know if anyone fed it again, and she didn't pay attention.
Yan Mengmeng thought for a while and said, "Mom, didn't we bring a lot of biscuits this time? Let's feed the rooster, shall we? It must be hungry."
Yan An opened his eyes, ashamed to discourage the child's kindness, he agreed: "Then I'll bring the **** up, and you two don't go down."
Yan Mengmeng and Yan Kuku nodded.
Yan Yu threw off the quilt and got up, then went downstairs with his slippers.
The lights in the hall downstairs were actually on, and it was quiet, with no one there.
The big rooster huddled in front of the cylinder to which it was tied, with its two chicken wings puffed up, its body trembling slightly, its neck moved this way, that way, and there was a little humming sound from its chest cavity. How wronged are you?
Yan An rubbed her eyes, she was a little sleepy at night, so she walked over without thinking much.
She untied the rope that bound the **** and picked him up.
The rooster fluttered its wings without much struggle. Perhaps it was the brief time together during the day that made the rooster familiar with Yan An's breath.
It nestled safely in Yan An's arms.
Yan Yu yawned, touched the soft and firm feathers, turned around and walked towards the stairs with the rooster in his arms.
But before he walked a few steps, a voice came from the kitchen: "Where are you going with the rooster?"
Familiar voice, with a bit of irritability that was not there at other times.
Obviously woken up after falling asleep.
Yan Yu stopped in his tracks and looked down at the cock.
Hearing the sound, the rooster moved its body in fear, and the humming sound in its chest was a little longer. It had been taught a lesson just now, otherwise it would not have stopped crowing easily.
Yan An moved his arm, turned around, and met Qi Yan's gaze without any surprise.
He was wearing smoky pajamas, drinking from a glass as he walked.
It seems that he just got up from the bed, his hairstyle is a little messed up, a bit of broken hair hangs in front of his eyes, and the lights hang down, with a breathtaking beauty.
Yan Yu lowered his head, blushing a little.
The smoky gray pajamas are very familiar, and so is Qi Yan who looks like this.
She is not very resilient. Forget it in the past, if you can't stand it, you can pounce on it, after all, it's your husband. But now the ex-husband doesn't say anything, and she is the mother of six seeds, so she can no longer act willfully.
She should be more stable and dignified.
The steady and dignified Yan An straightened his back and looked serious: "I'm afraid of sleeping alone, so I just want to sleep with a rooster in my arms, so I might not be afraid anymore."
Qi Yan paused slightly, glanced at her, remembered something, took a sip of water: "I didn't know before that you were afraid of sleeping alone."
Yan Yu patted the rooster's stocky back, thinking that's not the case. She wasn't afraid of being alone in the first place, isn't this just making up.
He walked over step by step, and stopped when he got to the side of Yan An. He glanced down at the trembling rooster, raised his hand and tapped the rooster's comb, then passed her directly, walked up the stairs, and heard a faint voice: "Go to sleep."