[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

Han Hemin looked at the woman beside him, her shoulders slightly exposed, her almond-shaped eyes staring at him, making his ears turn red.

"Sister Yanzhi, I'm sorry. I will take responsibility for you."

He didn't know what was going on. He clearly didn't feel drunk last night, and was afraid that the dew would be heavy at night, so he let Sister Yanzi lie on the stone table and get cold. He kindly sent Sister Yanzhi back to her room.

But he forgot why he was in Sister Yanzhi's room? He shook his head, thinking about what happened last night, he had no memory at all.

Song Yanzhi looked at the man in front of her with a red face and couldn't help but exclaim in her heart, "Oh my god, this man is too innocent, isn't he?"

In her previous life, Song Yanzhi was an internationally famous fashion designer who mingled in the world of fame and fortune. She was used to seeing love between men and women. She herself had also had several relationships, so she was not unfamiliar with having sex with men.

Although she had never thought of sleeping with Han Heming, now that they were sleeping together, Han Heming had a good appearance and figure, and she didn't feel that she was at a disadvantage, so she didn't want Han Hemin to be responsible.

"No, let's just pretend nothing happened."

She didn't care, her eyes darting around the bed, she wanted to find her clothes, it was already bright, she didn't get up, several children woke her up

"How can you pretend nothing happened? I will be responsible for what has happened. Don't worry, I will treat you well in the future."

Han Heming was talking, but Yanzhi didn't care. She was a little annoyed. How big a thing had happened to this woman? How could she be so heartless?

Song Yanzhi looked around and finally saw her clothes, but when she looked at the scraps of cloth on the ground, could they barely be considered her clothes?

She had such a fierce battle with Han Heming last night? What a pity, she had no memory of it at all.

A look of annoyance flashed across her face, and she didn't hear what Han Heming was saying at all.

Seeing that Song Yanzhi ignored him, Han Heming became even angrier. He reached out to pull Song Yanzhi, wanting her to look at him.

He was very strong and with one pull, Song Yanzhi fell into his arms. The quilt on her body slipped off, revealing her fair skin.

The fragrance of the woman in his arms and her swaying whiteness made Han Heming's Adam's apple slide.

"You don't want to be responsible for me? Huh?"

His voice suddenly became low and hoarse, like a wild wolf with suppressed animal nature, with a charming and dangerous tone.

"No...no..."

Song Yanzhi wanted to step back, but Han Heming's big hand held her waist tightly. The warmth from the big hand made her heart beat faster.

"Hehe...that's good."

A low laugh came from her neck, making Song Yanzhi shiver. Her body softened and she fell into the man's arms. What a stinky man! He actually bit her.

"If you don't wake up soon, the children will wake up soon."

When she said this, her face turned hot and she felt very ashamed. There was even a hint of panting in her voice. This man made her feel aroused with just a kiss.

"You'll be the first one today."

Han Heming naturally heard the strangeness in Song Yanzhi's voice, and felt his lower abdomen tighten, but when he saw the bloodstains on the sheets, he still endured it and got up.

The little girl is just beginning to bloom, so she can't stand him tossing her around too much. If he hurts her, it won't hurt her at all, and the little girl will probably be even more unwilling to take responsibility for him.

"You sleep a little longer, I'll take care of the little ones."

He walked out of Song Yanzhi's room without wearing a shirt. Song Yanzhi looked at his eight abdominal muscles and strong arms, touched her chin, and nodded. It was worth it to sleep with this man.

As she was thinking, she fell asleep again.

"Stepmother, stepmother, what's wrong with you?"

She was sleeping soundly when she heard a child calling her outside the door. It was the eldest child's voice.

"Brother, Daddy said that stepmother is not feeling well and asked us to come and make trouble for her."

Erwa's voice was then heard.

"Brother, are you stupid? Can you eat the food our father cooked? It will give you diarrhea."

"Brother is right."

What a clever little guy.

Hearing the conversation between the two children, Song Yanzhi laughed. These two children are so young, but they already have so many thoughts. What will happen when they grow up?

"Erwa Erwa, are you guys?"

"Stepmother, are you sick? Do you want to see a doctor? My brother and I are very worried about you."

"Don't worry, I slept a little longer and I'm feeling much better now. Just wait a moment, I'll get up."

Seeing the torn strips of cloth on the ground, she felt reluctant to let the two children into the house. She wanted to get up and find some clothes to wear, but her whole body ached. This body was too tender.

She suppressed her physical discomfort, stood up, picked up the scraps of cloth on the floor, and then opened the door.

"Stepmother, how are you?"

Two children stood at the door, looking at Song Yanzhi eagerly.

"I'm much better now. Come on, let's go see what delicious food your dad is making."

Song Yanzhi held the hands of the two children, one on each side, and walked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Han Heming was busy working in the kitchen in a hurry.

"What to eat in the morning?"

Song Yanzhi was standing at the kitchen door holding her two children.

When Han Heming heard Song Yanzhi's voice, his heart beat faster and the tips of his ears turned red again.

"Why are you up?"

I saw Song Yanzhi standing at the kitchen door with two children.

"Big Boy, Second Boy, didn't I tell you not to disturb your mother? She's not feeling well, can't you let her sleep a little longer?"

His face turned stern and serious, which scared the two children so much that they shrank back and hid behind Song Yanzhi.

"Why are you yelling at the kids? I'm fine. I just thought of it on my own."

As soon as Song Yanzhi spoke, Han Heming could no longer keep a stern face, and his voice softened.

"Then go sit down. I'll make steamed eggs and burritos. They'll be ready soon."

"Can you make pancakes?"

Song Yanzhi heard from Da Wa that Han Heming was not very good at cooking, and when he cooked for them in the past, he always made broth for them.

The broth made by Han Hemin is just to chop the meat into small pieces, wash it and cook it together. It tastes fishy and unpalatable. Big Boy often gets diarrhea after eating it.

"No, but I saw you do it, so I can learn."

Han Heming held a ladle in one hand and a spoon in the other. There was a dough-like batter in the ladle, and the batter was too thick.

She saw steam coming out of the pot, so she opened the lid and looked inside. There were four bowls of steamed eggs in the pot. Too much water was put in, so the soup was too thin and there were no chunks of water.

But she didn't say anything. After all, if a man wanted to cook, she certainly couldn't discourage his enthusiasm.

"Okay, then you do it."

He turned around and took the two children away.

"Stepmother, my father will waste the food."

The eldest boy's brows were tightly furrowed, like two strands of hairy flesh hanging on his chubby and cute face.

"Kid, you have to have faith in your father."

Although Song Yanzhi also thought that she would be torturing her stomach this morning.