A cold, questioning voice came from inside the room, and the hostility in his tone seemed to be felt through the door.

Qiu Mo sighed, gently pushed open the heavy carved wooden door, and tried to make herself smile naturally and happily: "I got up and poured water, and when I saw that you hadn't slept yet, I came over to take a look." ”

The man behind the red sandalwood table was wearing ordinary home clothes, with one hand supporting his chin and the other holding a pen.

Qiu Mo sometimes thinks that this man is a handicraft left by God in the world, and after the cultivation of the third life, he finally transformed into a human form, so he can be born so perfectly, which can be called a god's doing.

She took her eyes off his bewitching face, which was an unnatural crimson.

And the man just glanced up at her, and said in a cold tone: "If you are pregnant, don't walk around, if there is anything, call Mother Liu." ”

"yes, I see."

There was no more talk to each other, Qiu Mo closed the door for him very interestingly, and the light in the corridor was refracted on her pale face, which was not a beautiful face, so ordinary that it was unrecognizable in the crowd, the only special thing was that the eyes, bright and spiritual, the eyes were cut and watered, looking forward to Shenfei, because these eyes made her look not too ugly, but because of the ordinary, it was more pure and unpretentious, and there was a kind of pure beauty.

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked her already bulging lower abdomen, every time she "touched" the five-month-old little life, no matter how much unpleasantness would be washed away, even if it was her husband, the man named Leng Xiao had never looked at her at all, and even from the time she was pregnant to the present, she didn't even bother to say polite words of concern, but she didn't feel resentful at all, from the day she decided to marry him, she lived for him.

Qiu Mo poured herself a cup of hot water, held it with both hands, and gently blew the hot air on it, and suddenly a layer of hot mist shrouded the end of her nose, she felt very warm, and couldn't help but stick the cup tightly to her face.

The corner of her eye swept away, and a delicate black coffee cup was placed on the wine table, and she put down the cup in her hand and hurriedly brewed coffee for him.

With her skillful movements, the rich aroma of coffee came from her eyes, and her vague and satisfied smile was reflected on the dark brown water.

She went upstairs with a sense of excitement, came to the door of his room, and stood for a moment before knocking lightly, his voice was already a little impatient, and when he saw the little woman standing at the door with a coffee cup, he frowned.