The man's surname was Yan, and his name was "Yan Shichi". This name was repeated to Meng Huaran afterward, and he also wrote it in Meng Huaran's hand over and over again.

Yan Shichi was afraid that he would not be able to remember, so during this week, every day when he woke up early and before going to bed at night, he would ask him, "Of course, baby, what's my name?"

"Strict... Yan Shichi."

Meng Huaran's eyes fluttered. In fact, he couldn't believe that the uncle in his early 30s could be his husband.

Meng Huaran didn't understand why she married a man?

He also thought he was thirteen or fourteen years old at most, but he looked at himself in the mirror, the baby fat on both sides of his cheeks was obviously gone, his chin was sharp and thin, only his eyes were still like black grapes.

Yan Shichi told Meng Huaran that he was 28 years old, and he was a very powerful company leader who was awed and admired by many people.

Meng Huaran shook his head, as if he was very resistant to listening to this, because he couldn't understand, and his mind was often blank, so he could only sit in a daze.

Whenever this happened, Yan Shichi would smile and hug Meng Huaran, just like walking into the toy room with his cherished baby.

The bed Meng Huaran sleeps on every night is big and soft, and the bedroom is spacious and beautiful, but every room in the house is very good, such as this toy room.

The floor is covered with a comfortable and soft plush carpet, and the table and the floor are full of toys. Meng Huaran can sit on the floor and play in it all day long.

If he was tired and bored, there was a studio next door, and a pastry shop.

During this week, Meng Huaran can not only watch cartoons, but also draw freely, play with Lego, learn to build houses, assemble cars and robots.

No one restricts him, he can do anything at home.Meng Huaran felt like she was living in a castle in a fairy tale, but Yan Shichi said, "Of course, this is the home you designed, our home."

This afternoon, Meng Huaran was digging strawberry cake with a spoon to eat, but his hands suddenly trembled, he couldn't control it at all, so that the spoon fell and the cake was knocked over.

The cream stained his cheeks and chest, Meng Huaran was taken aback for a moment, and then the corners of his eyes got wet.

He felt that he had done something wrong, not only knocked over the cake, but also stained his clothes.

He is obviously stupid, so how can he be a leader admired by many people?

Yan Shichi hurriedly opened the door, and saw Meng Huaran with red eyes and guilt-filled face: "Yes... I'm sorry, I got dirty."

"It's okay, I'll help you."

Yan Shichi hurried forward to comfort him, he gently hugged Meng Huaran, and lowered his head to lick the cream off his face.Meng Huaran's dirty pink shirt was also unbuttoned, revealing her fair neck and chest.

Along Meng Huaran's slender neck, Yan Shichi licked it up again, and the tip of his tongue went all the way down, licking away all the cream on it.

Meng Huaran trembled, not understanding why a man would lick him like an animal?Shouldn't it be washed?

This uncle in his thirties is a bit strange.

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