Chapter 619 Finale (4): Ten Miles of Spring Breeze Is Not as Good as You

An An sat on the bench at the bus stop, stretched out her cold little hand and slowly touched her belly, Xiao Xiao Yan, are you like your mother, and you can't hold on any longer?

Before today, I looked forward to every dawn, and after today, I am afraid of every dawn.

Without A Yan, there is no more mottled color in the world.

An An gently curled the corners of her lips, and then slowly raised her eyes.

In front of her, a bus whizzed past, and she saw the tall and strong body on the opposite street.

The slender wings of a butterfly trembled suddenly, and the clear pupils contracted violently.

What did she see?

Is it a dream?

The person she dreamed about day and night was standing across the street from her.

An An quickly stood up, and the cold winter wind blew her floral skirt, causing ripples.

Time slowed down, and as time passed by, her eyes and heart were filled with the reflection of that person.

If it was a dream, she would rather not wake up again.

Big tears fell down, she curled her lips in her tears, crying and laughing like a fool.

Across the street, Lu Yan was waiting for the bus.

He wore a gray shirt and black trousers, with the trouser legs tucked into black boots, still tall and strong.

However, he hadn't shaved for a long time, his face was full of stubble, and his hawk-like brown eyes glanced at the bus. When the bus he was waiting for didn't come, he pursed his thin lips in deep displeasure.

At this time, a slender and pretty figure suddenly broke into his eyes, and he raised his eyes.

On the opposite street, the girl was wearing a long skirt, like a water lotus just blooming in the pond.

An An.

With a thud, the small package in his hand fell to the ground.

Fuck.

The muscles under the gray shirt bulged one by one, like a copper wall and iron wall, and he stared at the pretty figure tightly.

Almost with a glance, he rubbed her into his bones and blood.

The next second, he pulled his legs apart and went towards her.

A shrill horn sounded, and the vehicles on the street were forced to stop. A driver slid down the window, "Hey, you want to die!"

Lu Yan glanced at the driver.

The driver's scalp numbed, and he shrank his neck and got into the car. This man is not to be messed with.

"Oh my God, look, that person seems to be Lu Yan."

"Really, it's really Lu Yan!"

"Great, Lu Yan is back, Lu Yan is home!"...

All the vehicles stopped, and the busy streets with heavy traffic slowly became quiet, and everyone was looking out.

A sharp brake sounded, and Li Si stopped the car urgently. He rubbed his eyes, "Scissors, who is that in front?"

Scissors leaned over the car window and looked, "Oh my God, it's... it's..."

Li Si's tears came down all of a sudden. He cursed a swear word, "Mmp, I knew Yanzi was tough!"

...

Lu Yan crossed the road with steady steps and stopped in front of An An.

He looked her up and down first, pursed his lips unhappily, and lost weight!

Her palm-sized face was covered with tears. He frowned his heroic sword-like eyebrows into a "chuan" character, "Don't cry, he's not dead, he's fine!"

An An didn't listen and continued to cry.

Disobedient little thing!

Lu Yan raised his sword-like eyebrows and scolded in a deep voice, "Why are you still standing there?"

Afraid that she didn't understand, he added, "Come here!"

Simple two words, full of dominance.

An An spread her thin legs and came to him step by step.

She stretched out her little hand to touch his handsome face.

Is he...really?

But her little hand stopped at his face and didn't dare to touch it.

Big tears fell down, she choked and said, "I often dream of this meeting scene, but in the dream, you disappear as soon as I touch you..."

"I dare not touch you anymore, as long as... I can look at you like this, A Yan, don't leave, my baby and I... can't hold on any longer..."

Her delicate shoulders were trembling, and she looked like she would run away if the wind blew. Lu Yan suddenly stretched out his broad and rough palm, grasped her cold little hand, and then pulled her into his arms.

He gathered his strength in his strong arms, hugged the delicate and small skeleton in his arms, and put his flexible thin lips on her hair. He sniffed her fragrance and cursed, "Little girl, you cry so much that it hurts my heart."

"What are you afraid of? I'm back, and I won't leave again. I've missed you so much these days."

An An burst into laughter. It was really A Yan, really her A Yan.

His strong chest, warm body temperature, and low and deep words in his ears were the same as before.

Nothing has changed.

An An slowly stretched out her two little hands and hugged him, smiling foolishly, so good, he finally came back.

Not too early or too late, when she and the baby were about to give up, he rushed home.

…

When An An was three months pregnant, Lu Yan came back from the army at night and made dinner.

An An ate two bowls of millet rice, and her little belly was round from being fed. She lay on the sofa, and Lu Yan leaned lazily on the top of the sofa, holding a picture in his big hand and reading it, and An An's little head rested on his lower abdomen.

She stretched out her slender white little hand and touched the abdominal muscles on his waist, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, eight abdominal muscles, is it too luxurious for her to sleep with these eight abdominal muscles every day?

She raised her little head to look at the man, he lowered his brown eyes and focused on looking at the picture, his appearance was majestic.

He hadn't taken off his clothes yet, they were crisp, like a walking clothes rack, but he rolled up his sleeves when cooking.

"Ayan, if you keep feeding me like this, will I be as fat as a ball in the future?" She asked in a soft voice.

Lu Yan's eyes moved from the picture to her pink little face, and then stretched out his palm to pinch it, "No."

An An's heart was immediately filled with joy, he was just sweet-mouthed.

At this time, the man added, "The ball can still roll, but you can't even roll."

"..."

What?

What did he say?

An An looked up at him, and his eyes actually moved to the picture again.

"Lu Yan, please explain clearly, do you dislike my fatness?" With two small hands, she spread the picture on his palm, turned over and sat on his strong thighs, with her hands on her waist, as if she would not give up.

Lu Yan narrowed his brown eyes and glanced at her, and slapped her with his big palm holding the picture, "You are unruly, get off."

"I don't want it!"

She would not get off.

"You really don't want to go down?"

"I won't go down!"

As soon as the words fell, with a "pop", Lu Yan threw away the picture in his hand, grabbed her small waist with his two big hands, picked her up directly, kicked the door open, and threw her on the bed.