"Big brother, that man must die." The third child dodged the sword in his hand and slowly stood up: "Miss was just deceived by him, one day she will understand......"

"Shut up!" Qingxiao interrupted him with a roar and kicked him to the ground, and a ball of anger ignited in the eyes of the third child, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

"Roll~"

The third child got up in embarrassment and strode away.

"Ahh

Qingzheng followed the Ghost Emperor to Mu Qi's wedding, and when he saw her standing on the stage, there was only that man in his eyes, and he was crazy with jealousy!

……

Two days later, it was time for Jiang Xinyi to agree. Leng Qiange has been entangled for a long time, this trip is definitely going to go, but ...... Should I tell Mo Yiming?

She stood in the living room, glancing at Mo Yiming who was making chicken soup in the kitchen from time to time. Watching the time pass minute by minute, my heart is in chaos.

Mo Yiming poured a glass of warm water and walked out, and saw her walking around in place absentmindedly, looking at her heart.

"What's wrong?" Mo Yiming's voice suddenly remembered behind her, she was too fascinated by it, and she was startled.

"Ahh

"Drink some water." Mo Yiming handed her the water cup, the water temperature was just right, lukewarm: "What are you thinking?"

"No, nothing." Leng Qiange hurriedly looked away and looked out of the balcony, not daring to look him in the eyes.

"Is it a child's thing?" Mo Yiming guessed that she had been worried about Jiang Xinyi since she saw her.

Leng Qiange was stunned for a moment and did not deny it.

"Ge'er."

He lightly clasped her hand and rubbed it in his palm, driving away the chill from her fingertips. The time I spent with Mo Yiming was really happy, and I just wanted to go on like this forever, and I had nothing else to ask for.

"Trust me, the kid will be fine." Mo Yiming had already sent Ah Zhu to the underworld to check the whereabouts of the child, and there was about to be news. He didn't tell her, he didn't want her to be in a hurry, and he would tell her when he found the child.

"But ......"

"Shhh~" Mo Yiming made a boo motion, carried her into the bedroom, and put her on the soft big bed: "Sleep, I promise, I will see the child when I wake up."

How could she sleep at such a time?

"Mo Yiming, I'm afraid of ......"

"Trust me!" Mo Yiming uncovered the quilt, lay down beside her, and hugged her into his arms: "Sleep, I'll sleep with you."

After Mo Yiming finished speaking, he closed his eyes directly.

Looking at his angular handsome face, there was no reason for a sour feeling in my heart. Doudou is like a miniature version of him, especially these eyes, which are very deep and spiritual, with a unique attraction.

"Can't sleep?" Mo Yiming's lips opened lightly, hugging her body and getting closer to herself.

"Hmm." Leng Qiange replied lightly, his head suffocated in his arms, feeling the familiar breath on his body. The unique fragrance of his body made her feel safe, as if there was a special soothing power, which really made her feel a little more comfortable.

I don't know how long I lay down, but I gradually fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already dark outside the window, and Mo Yi was not in the room. It was cold beside him, he should have been away for a long time, only the slightly wrinkled sheets proved that he had been lying next to her before.

I got up and looked at the alarm clock at the bedside, it was eight o'clock in the evening.