My Husband, Warm The Bed-Novel2

Qin Xiaobao was not the biological child of Qin Family. If the parents of Qin Family wanted to help her and Qin Yue, then it would make sense.

Thinking of this, Jian Ran looked at Qin Xiaobao carefully.

Her eyes were clear and clean, and her smile was sweet. No matter how she looked at it, she was just a big child that had just reached adulthood. All of her thoughts were written on that beautiful face of hers.

Little Treasure called her sister-in-law, which meant that he acknowledged the relationship between her and Qin Yue from the bottom of his heart while he was daydreaming.

Jian Ran suddenly became angry with herself, angry that she doubted what was going on between Qin Yue and Xiaobao.

If they really had feelings for each other, why would Qin Yue marry her? When Qin Yue married her, he made it very clear that he wanted to live a good life with her.

Although Qin Xiaobao was not the child of the Qin Family, but seeing her bring up the people of the Qin Family, one could tell that the people of the Qin Family in her heart were the relatives and relatives of her blood relatives.

Looking at her, she was the son of the Jian family, but her father had done something that was worse than an animal.

Thus, in this world, the relationship between people was sometimes the closest of kin, and emotions could be cultivated.

Qin Xiaobao didn't notice that Jian Ran's thoughts had gone through thousands and thousands of times before she continued, "Sister-in-law, let me tell you, grandpa, dad, and mom are all very good. They'll love you as much as they like me. "

"Little Treasure, thank you!" Jian Ran smiled.

Even if the parents of the Qin Family could not accept her for the time being, she could still rely on her own hard work to make them accept her.

No matter what, as long as Qin Yue didn't open his mouth, she wouldn't easily propose a breakup.

After chatting for a while longer, Qin Xiaobao picked up a phone call and hurriedly left. She had a bright smile on her face as she walked out, as if she was busy meeting her lover.

Qin Yue understood that the injury on Jian Ran's leg had not healed yet, so he got Aunt Chen to cook something for Jian Ran at noon.

"Young Madam …" Aunt Chen looked at Jian Ran, hesitating to speak.

"Aunt Chen, if you have something to say, just say it." Jian Ran smiled.

"Young Madam, I have been in charge of young master's food for nearly thirty years. "When he was still in his mother's womb, I served his wife at her side. When young master was born, I always took care of his meals." The Aunt Chen said.

"Yes." Jian Ran nodded. "Aunt Chen, thank you for all these years."

"Young Madam, you misunderstand. That's not what I wanted to say." With that, the Aunt Chen took out a notebook from his apron's pocket and handed it over to Jian Ran, "Young Madam, this notebook has recorded all of young master's eating habits, which things he does not eat and which things ca

ot be eaten, may I trouble you to take a careful look."

Jian Ran took the notebook and casually flipped through it. On the most obvious part of the first page, it was written that Qin Yue had a type of food that he could not eat, which would make him allergic to food.

The food was — Onions!

Jian Ran remembered. Not long after he and Qin Yue had lived together, she had made an onion for Qin Yue to eat. For the first time, he refused. The second time he ate it and did not return for the last night.

Aunt Chen continued, "Originally, I shouldn't meddle in these matters. However, I'm worried that one day, Young Madam, you …"

Jian Ran interrupted Aunt Chen with a smile: "Aunt Chen, thank you for giving me this notebook. I will read it carefully and memorize it carefully. I will never let Qin Yue eat the wrong thing again." historical

Jian Ran spent the entire afternoon flipping through the notebook. After reading it, she realized that Qin Yue wasn't a picky eater.

Qin Yue could not eat a lot of things. Things that he wanted to eat had to be eaten by someone else. He never ate outside, especially the hotpot —

Looking at these, Jian Ran realized that she didn't know much about Qin Yue at all. It was really too little.

Qin Yue couldn't eat onions, but he didn't want to tell her that he would send an aunt to tell her after he ate.

This made Jian Ran's heart very uncomfortable. She could just speak of the matter between the two of them in person and let a third person tell her. What was that supposed to be?

Could it be that in his heart, she wasn't as important as an aunt?

Thinking of this, her lips curled up into a smile. Just what had happened to her today?

It was as if he had turned into a small, resentful woman.

Jian Ran put down her notebook and took her brush and drawing board to the balcony of the master bedroom.

The Jiangbei's winter was not as cold as the capital. Today, the sun was shining brightly, and it would not be cold even if one did not wear a very thick outer coat.

It was getting dark and the temperature had dropped a little, but it wasn't very cold. Even Jian Ran, who was afraid of the cold, didn't feel cold.

Jian Ran sat in front of the easel and picked up her brush, but could not write for a long time.

Because her heart was very, very confused. She did not know what she wanted to do, nor did she know what she was panicking about.

After sitting for a while longer, Jian Ran raised her brush and began to draw on the drawing board.

In fact, she didn't know what she was going to draw. When she finally regained consciousness, a blurry image appeared on the drawing board.

Although it was very ugly, it was obvious that the picture was Qin Yue.

Before Qin Yue went home, he searched all the rooms, but didn't find Jian Ran. Finally, he saw her on the balcony of the master bedroom.

He stood behind her and saw her scribbling him.

From her messy brushwork, it could be seen that she had something on her mind.

Qin Yue went back to the room and gave her a coat. He then walked to the balcony and draped it over her body: "It's so cold, why are you sitting outside?"

"If I want to sit outside, what can you do?" Her tone was unfriendly.

Because her heart was in a mess and she really wanted to find someone to vent her anger on, Qin Yue was the best candidate for her to do so.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yue didn't know why, but he still asked her patiently.

He frowned slightly, his eyes filled with worry and concern for her. Jian Ran's heart softened.

"I'm fine. "Don't worry about me." She didn't want to talk to him anymore, she was afraid that her panic had turned into a sharp sword injuring Qin Yue.

"Jian Ran, tell me?"

It was obvious that Qin Yue didn't want to let her off that easily. He wanted to get to the bottom of this.

What a hateful man. Did he really have to make her speak the reason that was difficult to voice out in her heart?

Jian Ran looked at Qin Yue angrily, as if she wanted to eat him.

Qin Yue was confused. Just as he was about to ask, Jian Ran suddenly stomped her foot and shouted angrily, "I'm jealous!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Jian Ran pounced on Qin Yue like an angry kitten and kissed him fiercely on his lips.

The kiss came suddenly and fiercely, without skill or skill, full of the smell of venting.

She was jealous of Little Treasure, even jealous of him. She had never known herself to be so unreasonable.

Suddenly, he tasted a fishy sweetness.

Jian Ran bit into him, blood spreading between their lips.