It is not safe to stay in rainy nights, but it is not safe to drive in heavy rain. Yan's mother leaves Chi Chen and Yan Meng to spend the night at home.

After dinner, Chi Chen and Yan Fan were in the living room and were in a dark place. Yan Meng and Yan’s father sat next to him to fight the highest level of Xiaoxiaole. Yan’s mother was fascinated by watching the TV soap opera.

The family had fun and chatting, and the atmosphere was light.

The King has started the new season. Chi Chen hasn't played for a long time. The rank has dropped to diamonds. Yan Fan has 30 stars. The two of them can't play the rankings. Yan Fan smugly sent a 1V1 invitation to Chi Chen.

Yan Fan took out Zhuge Liang, who was the best at his best, and Chi Chen still chose Li Bai as usual. After playing several games in a row, Yan Fan, who claimed to be the strongest Zhuge Liang of E, and even got MVP in Panpan, was beaten by Chi Chen to doubt his life and wanted to uninstall the game!

Yan Fan threw away his phone, "I won't play anymore, I don't feel good today."

Chi Chen smiled slightly, put away his phone, "Okay."

Yan Meng swiped towards the screen to relieve her joy, without raising her eyelids, and cut a sarcastic sentence, "If you can't beat others, you will say you don't feel the touch. Is it difficult to admit that it's hard to eat?"

Yan Fan glared at her: "No matter how good the dishes are, they are better than you. Your Bian Que dish is famous all over the country!"

Yan's father shook his hand disapprovingly: "Your sister is not good, it depends on what you compare. It's just your brain. If you want to compare this with your sister, you will definitely not be able to play with her."

Yan Meng proudly placed her cell phone and made a face at Yan Fan.

The doorbell rang, and Yan Fan, who felt his family's exclusion, ran to open the door. When he came back, he had an extra cake in his hand.

He shouted, "Who did you order the cake?"

Yan Meng and Yan's father looked at each other: "It's not me."

Chi Chen: "I ordered it. When I saw that my aunt had no cake on her birthday, I ordered one temporarily."

Yan's mother was so happy that she couldn't stop talking. Yan's father was not a romantic man. Although he would cook for him on his birthday every year, he never expected that he would be careful and thoughtful. This son-in-law was so kind to her!

"Oh, what cakes are you buying? We older people don't like to do them. Chi Chen, you are so sensible."

As she said, she carried the cake to the table and opened it. The fruit cake was not such a fancy cake style, but she was just as happy as Yan's mother.

Chi Chen took out the candles, inserted them one by one, lit them, and Yan Meng turned off the lights in cooperation.

Chi Chen said, "Make a wish, aunt."

The candlelight shone with tears in Yan's mother's eyes. She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and said softly: "What wish can I have? As long as you three children live well, I will be happy!"

Yan's mother blew out the candle, and Yan Fan and her father applauded and celebrated.

In the darkness, Chi Chen held Yan Meng's hand and put it in her ear and whispered: "We will be fine, sure."

Chi Chen slept in the guest room as usual. The next day, the rain finally stopped after the night of rain. Yan Meng and Chi Chen had eaten the breakfast prepared by Yan's mother, and drove home.

Along the way, Chi Chen's mobile phone kept ringing. There was a new product launch conference tonight for the products he endorsed. Ning Hao and he confirmed the itinerary. After returning home, the brand sent another process form. The staff checked the details of the event with Chi Chen through voice calls.

Chi Chen was busy working downstairs, and Yan Meng didn't dare to disturb her. She happened to have time these days and thought about starting to write the post-marriage extra of "Fondness" that she promised to readers today.

There was a complete set of typing equipment in the study upstairs, a comfortable chair, and a keyboard that closed her hands. She tied her long hair, tied a round bun, poured herself a glass of water, and came to the notebook to move her arms and prepare to have a big fight.

The fingers were dancing, the keyboard sounded like rain, and the words outlined an indescribable picture. Yan Meng conceived the plot in her mind and captured the appropriate words. The plot she was writing now was both obscure and beautiful, and it also caught people, making people blush and heartbeat.

Previously, some book fans complained that her article was too clear and the biggest measure was to have a kiss. She thought that since it was an extra episode after marriage, she should let Jiang Che and Song Jin do what they should do after marriage.

Perhaps it was because she and Chi Chen filmed a TV series. When they thought of the male lead Jiang Che, their minds were full of Chi Chen's face.

The room was inexplicably hot, and the fabric of the top was tightly attached to the back, which was sticky and stuffy. Perhaps because of the fact that the air conditioner was not turned on, Yan Meng thought so.

She got up and turned on the air conditioner. The cold wind blew down from her head, and it was cool. The sweat on her body was dry, but her heart was still itchy and unbearable. She remembered the night they were intimate before Chi Chen went on a business trip.

When she wrote about the critical moment, she pushed the keyboard in disgust and had no choice but to continue.

She got up and walked into the bathroom, planning to take a shower and let herself wake up properly.

I lowered the water temperature and hit the skin with a slightly cool water. After rinsing for a while, it seemed that it was not so hot.

She rushed out the foam on her body, turned off the spray head, pulled a towel to wipe the water droplets on her body. She pushed open the bathroom door and found that she was anxious just now and didn't come in with clean clothes at all. She opened the bathroom cabinet and turned out a clean bath towel to wrap it around her body.

The bath towel is too short and the legs are chilly.

Yan Meng came out of the bathroom and planned to go to the cloakroom to change clothes and go to the study room to fight again. At the entrance of the study room passing by, she suddenly glanced inside and found that Chi Chen had gone upstairs at some point, and was sitting in front of her unclosed notebook, rolling his mouse expressionlessly.

God, he is watching!!

Is there anything more embarrassing in this world than writing about a small train being caught by an idol? No!!

Yan Meng didn't care about changing her clothes first, so she grabbed the bath towel and rushed over, pressing her hand on the notebook: "Don't look!"

Chi Chen blocked his hand and failed to close the notebook smoothly. He raised his eyebrows, swept the bath towel on her body, and stopped at her undulating chest, with deep eyes.

"It hasn't been saved yet, are you sure you want to close it?"

Yan Meng was upset. Why didn't she expect Chi Chen to come up suddenly and see her writing about the scene of her skin kinship. It was so shameful.

She blushed and walked around the desk, walked to Chi Chen and pushed his hand away, took back the mouse, pressed Save in his meaningful gaze, and then turned off the computer in panic.

Chi Chen said: "You are writing..."

He patted his palm three times.

Yan Meng's face was full of shame as to be discovered when she did something bad. She looked at Chi Chen angrily: "How can you peek?"

Chi Chen hugged his arms and lazily leaned towards the back of the chair: "Your readers can read it, why can't I read it?" He said: "If you don't read it, you don't know that you will write such clips."

Yan Meng was blushed when he said it, biting her lips, and was speechless for a moment.

Chi Chen stood up. He was very interested in reading it just now, but when the critical steps came, there was no further information. He knocked on his notebook and asked, "Don't write anymore?"

Yan Meng lowered her head and said "um" dumbly.

"Why?"

"It's stuck."

After saying that, she turned around and wanted to leave. The air conditioner was turned on in the study. The cold wind blew on her smooth back and thighs, which was a little cold.

Chi Chen grabbed her wrist and grabbed her back. Yan Meng's knee hit the corner of the table, causing her to struggle for a while. The towel on her chest loosened. She hurriedly grabbed the towel to prevent it from falling.

It's so embarrassing.

Chi Chen was happy to succeed in his plan. He gently pinched her chin, held her slender waist, and pushed her step by step. Yan Meng bit her lip and looked at him, and took a few steps back until her thigh was pressed against the edge of the table, and she couldn't retreat. She asked, "What are you doing?"

Chi Chen leaned down, his lips slowly slid from her chin to his ears, and the hot hot breath sprayed on her cheeks, and his ears were rubbed: "Can't you write it out? Why don't we practice it?"

"Hmm?" Yan Meng didn't realize what he meant.

He held her buttocks and carried her to the table, separated her knees and pressed her body over. He could see her looming peaks with his eyes down.

He raised his hand and pulled off the hair circles that she wrapped around her hair. The long black hair scattered, and the ends of the hair scratched his cheeks. Every strand of hair seemed to be seducing him, itchy.

"Chi Chen..." Yan Meng looked at him with wet eyes, and his hands were still tightly holding the bath towel and refused to put it on.

He kissed the corner of her lips, pressed her throat, and his throat was hoarse. "Do you remember what I said that night?"

He said, when I come back, you can't escape.

Yan Meng's heart was rushing wildly, and her body was tense and stiff.

"I don't remember..." Before she could say the last word, her mouth was blocked.

Chi Chen held her face and kissed her fiercely, tangled her, demanded, and wanted more.

His nose gently rubbed against her and pressed against her lips. He murmured intoxication: "I want you."

In a word, the air heated up sharply, and Yan Meng couldn't help but tremble. She paused, wrapped herself around Chi Chen's waist, raised her head and put her soft lips up, and willingly delivered it to him.

Chi Chen's palms wandered in her most sensitive area. They were so close and kissed too deeply, and their breathing became heavier and heavier.

He felt cold, and the originally loose bath towel was torn off by him at some point. His skin, which was covered with sweat, was exposed to the air. When the cold wind blew, Yan Meng shivered.

Chi Chen's arms wrapped around her shoulders, giving her warmth, and the bite on her mouth did not stop for a moment.

Yan Meng was kissed by him and leaned back. He held one hand hard on the table, grabbed the corner of his clothes with his hand, and couldn't help but moan.

With eager desire, blood was clamoring, and Chi Chen picked her up, and Yan Meng hung on him like a koala.

He held her and walked towards the bedroom, kicked open the door with his feet, pressed her against the door, ignited the fire with his hands on her body, and bit the skin between her neck with his lips, leaving marks after mark.

"No..." Yan Meng pressed against his chin and stopped him: "I will be seen."

She still can't forget that night in the mountains, and she was stared all the way because of the mosquito bag on her neck.

Chi Chen chewed it again, "Then let's see it."

He walked in with her in his arms and threw her on the bed. Yan Meng groaned, opened her blurred eyes, half supported her body, and saw him take off his shirt and throw it away without hesitation.

They separated for too long, and his movements were strong and urgent, and he was unwilling to let Yan Meng go every inch or a climax.

He asked for each other and entangled each other. Yan Meng's high and low voices were kissed by him.

A familiar feeling swept across the body, and the storm passed by.

In the end, Yan Meng was too tired after being tossed. She slept with Chi Chen's arms and fell asleep in a drowsy way.
Chapter completed!