"You've been eating less and less lately."

"No appetite."

"Are you sick?"

"I don't know, no."

Lu Yan stared at Jian Yao's face in confusion for a long time. She seemed to have lost weight, and her whole person looked more slender and skinny.

"Are you losing weight?"

"No." Jian Yao shook her head: "I just have no appetite."

Ye Jiaqi smiled: "It can't be that there is little Yanyan in my belly."

As soon as she said this, the chopsticks in Lu Yan's hand fell to the ground, and her face instantly turned pale.

Don't... don't scare me.

Lu Zhen was also dumbfounded and turned to Jian Yao with his head stiffly: "Have you... got it?"

Jian Yao stretched out her hand and pushed the fool's face away: "Silly, you didn't count it yourself."

They haven't done anything at all, what the heck.

"It's just a simple lack of appetite. What are you thinking about?"

Lu Zhen thought about it. He had checked the information and found that just hugging and touching her would not lead to pregnancy.

Although Jian Yao denied it, Lu Yan was still very worried. After dinner, she deliberately pulled Jian Yao to the empty corridor of the company and warned him firmly: "You and Lu Zhen... must not have a baby!"

Jian Yao frowned and said, "We're not even married yet, how can we have a baby?"

"Even if you get married..."

Not even getting married, not possible. Jian Yao was most likely suffering from postpartum depression, and Lu Yan would never let this happen.

But she couldn't tell her about it. She didn't even have the courage to tell Lu Zhen, let alone Jian Yao.

If she had known in advance that the cause of her mother's death was depression and suicide, she would never have brought Lu Zhen and Jian Yao together. She would rather never have been in this world than have her mother become ill because of her.

"Jian Yao, this important matter of marriage... you must think about it carefully and don't decide so quickly. You know, think about it carefully."

Jian Yao rubbed Lu Yan's head: "What's wrong with you today? It's weird."

Lu Yan squeezed her hand nervously: "You are very important to me, very important. No matter what happens in the future, I will protect you."

For some reason, Jian Yao's heart was suddenly touched. Just looking at this little girl, all kinds of tenderness flooded into her heart.

She hugged Lu Yan gently and said softly: "You are also a very important person to me. You and Lu Zhen are both. You are my family."

…

Late at night, the boys went back to their offices to sleep one after another. They have been living in the company almost full-time these days.

Lu Yan fell asleep on the sofa in Shen Kuo's office. Shen Kuo didn't want her to stay here with him, so he simply carried her out of the company.

The little girl lay on his back, woke up a little, and asked him: "Where are you going?"

"go home."

The little girl yawned slightly and rested her head on his shoulder: "Aren't you going to work overtime tonight?"

"Well, I'll accompany you tonight."

Their home is a small bungalow with three suites in a very high-end supporting community.

Shen Kuo said that this house should be his and Lu Yan's future wedding home, so Lu Zhen helped Shen Kuo refer to the decoration of the bungalow, and decorated it according to his aesthetic taste, showing a warm and sweet tone.

In the room, all the supplies are in pairs, slippers, toothbrushes, cups... The bathroom is filled with bottles and jars of Lu Yan's skin care products, and there are her sanitary napkins in the cabinet. It has become a place.

Lu Yan's second home.

In the past, Shen Kuo had never known that an empty home could be so filled with things. Every corner of the home was filled with a woman's belongings and her breath and traces.

It is precisely because of this that home has meaning, peace of mind and tranquility.

After Shen Kuo took a shower, he wiped his wet hair with a towel. When he walked out, he saw the girl wearing his black T-shirt, sitting on the sofa with a stuffed rabbit in her arms, her head buried in the soft corner.

Shen Kuo walked over and gently placed his chin on Lu Yan's shoulder. Lu Yan woke up and smelled the faint scent of mint shower gel on his body.

She turned around, hung her arms around his neck, and hugged him.

Shen Kuo pinched her [...] and kissed her, tenderly and tenderly.

Lu Yan buried her head into the crook of his neck.

Shen Kuo directly lifted her [...] up, returned to the room, reached out to untie her [...], and when he got to the second one, he just pulled it off.

The next morning, Lu Yan lazily stood in front of the mirror and brushed her teeth. She looked at the strawberry marks on her neck and her cheeks felt slightly hot.

After all, Shen Kuo is a man from his father's generation. Before the ring is put on her hand, he will not do anything to her easily.

But...it doesn't seem like nothing happened.

Young boys always have many other requests, but Lu Yan did not refuse, so Shen Kuo played all night long.

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