Chapter 480 Zhou Jian Extra (6) Zhou Dayuan, She Called Him by His Name

Jian Han's soft little cheeks were steaming with heat, and it was unknown whether it was the current from his rubbing of her jaw or the tender "wife" in his eyes.

She stretched out her little hand to slap his big hand away, and bravely raised her head and glared at him, "Dare. How could I not dare!"

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Jian Han followed Zhou Dayuan out of the elevator and walked towards the door of the apartment.

He stood still, holding the key between his fingers and opening the door. Jian Han quietly stepped back little by little. She suddenly changed her mind and didn't want to go home with him.

She turned and ran.

But she didn't run away, because a big hand covered her round belly, and she was hugged from behind. A voice resounded in her fragile eardrums, "Want to run? I'm here, do you think I'll let you run away?"

Jian Han said "Ah", not screaming, but a smile with a little charm, "Hey, patient Zhou Dayuan, you are kidnapping a doctor, it's illegal."

Zhou Dayuan half-pushed and half-carried her into the apartment, he opened his mouth and bit her snow-white earlobe, "Is this kidnapping, listen to your cry... Kitty, you are angry."

Jian Han's whole face flushed, he, he, what did he say?

Shame on you?

She wanted to break free from his arms immediately, bad guy, don't play with him anymore.

But the bad guy behind her let go of her first, he walked up, took a pair of pink slippers from the shoe rack, and then slowly squatted down, "Come and change your shoes."

Jian Han lowered her eyes and looked at the squatting man, she was stunned for a moment.

At this time, her right ankle was wrapped in his palm. Today she wore a pair of flat white sneakers. He skillfully untied her shoelaces, then helped her take off her shoes, and finally held her small soles and gently put them into the furry warm slippers.

After helping her change her shoes, he changed his own shoes, stretched out his arms to hold her shoulders, and took her into the living room.

The bright wall lamp in the living room was turned on by him, and he spoke softly, "If you want to watch TV, watch it for a while. If you don't want to watch it, eat some fruit. I'll go cook. Don't run around. Call me if you have something."

He kissed her forehead and went to the kitchen.

Jian Han stayed there for a while. She looked at the apartment blankly. It was very strange, but there was a very familiar feeling in her heart.

She lowered her eyes to look at the slippers on her feet. The picture just now was still in her mind. The wall lamp in the living room was not turned on, but there was a yellow light at the entrance. The light was dimly shining on him. He squatted down and changed her shoes for her.

There was a movement in the kitchen. She walked over and secretly looked at him. Just now in the living room, he raised his hand to unbutton his dark blue coat. Now he was wearing a thin white sweater. His body was as slender as a pine tree and he was standing by the sink, washing vegetables.

Jian Han didn't know what she was thinking, but she felt very painful in her heart, and felt sorry for him.

At this time, Zhou Dayuan came over, and he curled his lips, "What are you doing there? Looking at me? Come over if you want to."

He waved to her.

"Oh." Jian Han nodded and walked over.

When she came to him, he stretched out a long arm and directly protected her in front of him. He passed his hands through her sides to wash the vegetables, and lazily rubbed his resolute chin on her small shoulders. His voice was so soft and pleasant, "Tell me, what's my name?"

Jian Han watched him pick and wash vegetables, and naturally answered, "Patient Zhou Dayuan."

Zhou Dayuan smiled, and he leaned over to her delicate cheek and kissed her hard, "My wife is great!"

Being kissed by him, Jian Han quickly pushed his sturdy waist and abdomen with her elbow, and scolded, "What are you doing, why are you always touching me?"

As soon as the voice fell, a painful groan came from behind.

Jian Han was startled and quickly turned around to look at him, "Hey, Zhou Dayuan, I didn't use any force just now, won't you get hurt?"

She touched his waist and abdomen with her two small hands.

There was a joyful laugh above her head, "It's even."

"What?" Jian Han looked up, her almond eyes were filled with confusion.

Zhou Dayuan half-closed his eyes, and there was a playful and affectionate look in his affectionate eyebrows, "I touched you, and now you are touching me, isn't this even?"

Jian Han looked at her hands that were still touching his waist and abdomen, "..." and quickly raised her little pink fist to hit him, "Hey, Zhou Dayuan, you are cheating."

This man is simply an old fox.

Zhou Dayuan looked at her little face, because of anger, her delicate cheeks were slightly bulging, and her big black and white eyes looked at him accusingly and coquettishly, with a lively face.

He likes to see her like this.

"Okay, I'm cheating, but you have already hit me, so calm down now." He pinched her little body and turned it over again, holding her and continuing to wash vegetables.

Jian Han hummed and groaned, still dissatisfied. This man teased her whenever he wanted, and simply treated her as a child.

This was simply an insult to her IQ.

She blinked her long eyelashes like a palm leaf fan and wanted to speak. At this time, there was a mangosteen on the man's right hand. His thin lips seemed to accidentally touch her neck. "Do you want to eat it?"

Jian Han subconsciously shrank her shoulders. He stopped washing the vegetables. His two hands were around her shoulders. He leaned close to her. The healthy masculine smell on his body invaded all her senses, and her legs became weak.

She secretly took a look at the mangosteen. This seemed to be her favorite.

"Yeah." She nodded a little shyly.

Then the man's clean hands skillfully opened the deep purple skin of the mangosteen, revealing the white and delicious flesh. He pinched a piece of flesh with two fingers and handed it to her mouth.

"Eat it."

"Oh, thank you." She opened her mouth and ate.

"Is it delicious?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's delicious." She probably likes to eat mangosteen the most. The mangosteen tastes sweet but sour, cool and refreshing, which is very suitable for her as a pregnant woman.

She ate a piece and her mouth was drooling.

"Still want to eat?"

"Yes!" She nodded vigorously, her beautiful almond eyes fixed on the mangosteen in his hand, waiting for him to feed it.

The man behind her didn't move for a long time. He whispered against her snow-white earlobe, his words almost mute, "My fingers are dirty, lick them clean first."

Jian Han's face turned red, and all the blood in his body was flowing backwards. He...

On the outside, he looks like a humble gentleman, but he doesn't expect to be so... filthy on the inside.

"I don't want to eat, let go." She struggled out of his arms, glared at him fiercely, covered her face and ran out.

Zhou Dayuan looked at her shy and pretty little back, slowly raised the corners of his lips, and laughed loudly, "The mangosteens and other fruits are in the living room, you can eat them yourself."

Jian Han looked at the fruit plate on the coffee table in the living room, "..." This man did it on purpose!

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Jian Han stopped eating after eating a mangosteen. Her appetite did not increase after becoming pregnant. She could just eat one of this cooling fruit to satisfy her cravings.

In fact, she has a very good temper.

She sat in the living room and watched TV for a while. When she was fascinated, the sofa beside her collapsed in half, and Zhou Dayuan came. He was holding an exquisite porcelain bowl filled with soup.

"We'll see later. Drink the soup first."

Jian Han lowered her eyes and raised her eyebrows, "I don't want to drink the meat."

After becoming pregnant, she could not see any flesh, let alone eat it.

At this time, the remote control in her hand was snatched away, and the TV screen where she was watching the highlights turned black with a "snap", and the TV was turned off by him.

He came over with a long arm to wrap around her bulging belly, and easily held her on his lap. "Good boy, drink some broth. Don't be too picky about food. The nutrition is not balanced. If you don't eat, my son will too." eat."

Jian Han's anger suddenly rose. Can't she just watch TV?

Two slender vaginas swayed in the air dissatisfiedly. She hit his handsome shoulder with a small pink fist. Her cherry-like mouth pouted fiercely. She looked at him and complained softly, "I don't want to eat. I don't want to eat." Eat, I want to watch TV... You are not good to me at all, I don’t like you anymore..."

During this period of time, she had been so pampered by him, and she had never suffered any grievance. Now she was accusing her, and there were two drops of tears hanging on her soft cheeks.

I didn’t really want to cry, but I just cried.

Zhou Dayuan was obviously panicked. He placed the porcelain flower bowl on the coffee table in front of him, hugged her and kissed and coaxed her, "Wife, please stop crying, okay? My husband will feel distressed when you cry... I let you drink the soup for the sake of you and me." The son in your belly is good. My husband stewed the broth with his own hands, and put a little pea segment in it... Just drink a few mouthfuls of the soup. If you don't eat meat, my wife is good..."

He stretched out his thumb to wipe the tears on her face, leaned over and kissed her little face densely.

The woman was really squeamish. She held the sweater on his chest with her two soft white hands. She was slender and looked like a little girl sitting in his arms. She was still twisting dissatisfiedly, with two slender breasts. ** Wearing a light gray bottom layer, every move rubbed against his expensive trousers, leaving wrinkles on them.

They hugged each other tightly under the bright light, with tears in her beautiful watery almond eyes, looking like a delicate daughter. He was in so much pain that he hugged her and coaxed her, wishing he could give her all his tenderness.

Jian Han gradually stopped crying. She nestled in his arms, partly because he coaxed her to be docile, and partly because she was physically tired.

With her head in a daze, she stretched out her hands to hug the man's neck, "Zhou Dayuan..." She whispered his name.

"Well, I'm here." Zhou Dayuan used his left arm to support her small body, letting her curl up comfortably in his arms. He took the soup with his right hand, blew on the hot air and handed it to her lips, "Be good, take a few sips. "

She was still pouting her lips, and her eyes were so tired that she couldn't open them. This time, the mental illness had dragged down half of her body, and even her head was half confused and half awake.

Sometimes she couldn't tell where she was.

"Oh." She responded obediently, opened her mouth and went to the bowl to take a sip.

It didn't taste good, so she frowned.

Zhou Dayuan kissed her delicate nose. Probably because of the pregnancy, her sweet and creamy smell was a little stronger. He loved to smell it and was obsessed with her scent.

"Wife, drink two more sips, drink two more sips for your son." He coaxed her softly.

The woman was quite obedient. She nestled quietly and delicately in his arms. She opened her mouth and drank the soup from his hand. This time she was not willful and drank all the soup.