"You will do something." Qiao Sinian took the hair dryer she handed over, and there was a smile that was not easy to detect in her eyebrows.

"You didn't promise yourself that you would help me blow my hair in the future." Ye Jiaqi said smoothly.

"Huh?" Qiao Sinian frowned. Did he promise?

"I'll sit on the balcony, okay?" Ye Jiaqi didn't notice his expression and put on clean slippers on his own.

"Yes." Qiao Sinian followed her.

He thought that she probably regarded him as her deceased husband again.

He had never promised her to blow her hair.

They only knew each other for a few months, and he still remembered some promises.

Ye Jiaqi spread a soft blanket on the chair and sat down happily, with an unconcealed look of joy on his face, which was a kind of joy that naturally emanated from the inside out.

She hummed a song.

Qiao Sinian turned on the hair dryer.

Soon, the sound of the hair dryer mixed with Ye Jiaqi's singing spread on the balcony.

Ye Jiaqi is in a good mood, and Qiao Sinian looks in a good mood.

Short hair is easy to dry and does not take as long as it takes.

"Okay, that's OK." Qiao Sinian took care of her hair with her hands, "Do you think my skills are okay?"

Ye Jiaqi smiled: "It's OK."

"If you sleepy, go to bed and I'll take a shower."

"Thank you for your hard work." She raised her head and looked at him.

The light on the balcony was not very abundant, and the dim light set off Ye Jiaqi's little face, adding a clean look to her pretty face.

When Qiao Sinian looked at her, she couldn't control her.

She is obviously a pregnant woman, but she is still like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, like the snow on the Tianshan Mountains, and her eyes are all clean.

Qiao Sinian once again admitted that her former men protected her well and were not touched by the world.

"It should be." He didn't say much, just turned around with the hair dryer.

Ye Jiaqi sat on the chair and shook his feet, just like before.

After a while, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

She sat on the balcony for a while, then went to the refrigerator to get fresh milk and warm it up.

His originally deserted apartment suddenly became much more lively, just like the bleak winter turned into a noisy spring.

Ye Jiaqi sat on the bed holding a milk cup, flipping his work notes in his hand.

She made changes to the wrong parts, and she made marks to the unclear parts.

The little guy in his belly was restless and would kick her from time to time, and he would start making trouble at night.

When the fuss was particularly fierce, Ye Jiaqi couldn't even do things, so he had to stop the work in his hand and calm the little guy's emotions.

She finally has a baby of her own.

She is looking forward to the arrival of this child.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

After a while, the man in a black nightgown walked out with his hair wiped.

A man's tall body is full of nobleness and aloof temperament, and every move is full of elegance of a prince and noble family. Under the light, his facial features are three-dimensional and distinct, with thin lips pursed, and occasionally water droplets fall on his head.

The collar of the nightgown is half-disassembled, revealing a piece of sexy skin.

When he came out, he happened to see Ye Jiaqi leaning halfway on the pillow, lazy and unable to lift his eyelids.

There were milk stains on her lips, and she put the half-drinking milk cup on the head of the bed.
Chapter completed!