After lunch, like a nap for a while, and then let Chunhong help her bring the pearls and silk threads, she leaned on the bed railing to string beads with a heart, a crystal like snow pearls were worn on a colorful silk thread, the length of each silk thread is the same, and the number of pearls worn is also the same, as if bowing his head to string beads, but I don't know how long it took, one of his hands was suddenly caught, the other party's hand was so powerful, as if raising his head, the smile on his face immediately bloomed, Looking at the man who appeared in front of her for a few days, her heart couldn't calm down for a long time, she hadn't seen a man for a few days, there was a big change, the dark circles under her eyes, and the tiredness on that face made her feel no distress, he must have been busy and tired these days. Great literature

"You're back," the voice fell, as if he couldn't help but exert a little force, Murong Yichuan sat down, and happened to sit on Wanruo's right hand, and several beads were sat under his buttocks, as if he was busy collecting the beads and silk threads that were not sitting on him and took them aside.

Murong Yichuan turned his face to look at the tender Wanruo, "Do you miss me?" His voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of exhaustion.

"Sort of. "Great literature" is like a smile, but it is duplicitous, which is a little, but the thought of the forest, similar to the sea.

Murong Yichuan was obviously not satisfied with her answer, but seeing her smile like a flower, he took a closer look at her complexion and nodded slightly, fortunately, she was not disobedient in the past few days when she was away, this was the answer given to her by her complexion, so that she was relieved.

Murong Yichuan saw that there were so many pearls and silk threads next to her, and saw that she had already worn several strings, and then stretched out two fingers to pick up a bed, and looked carefully at this string of pearls about five or six feet long, "What are you here?" "I want to string a curtain and hang it with us, I heard that in ancient times there was a princess who used a lot of pearls to string a curtain for herself, so I want to string one too, you won't dislike my luxury." It was as if he had stretched out his arm and put it on Murong Yichuan's shoulder, and said softly.

Murong Yichuan put down the pearl in his hand, stretched out his fingers and gently pinched his nose; Spoiling Dao; "How can I think you are extravagant, why do you have to work so hard yourself, just tell the craftsman to do it. Great Literature "Yi Chuan was very distressed when he saw that it was so hard.

It's like shaking your head; "I don't work hard, and it doesn't mean the same to do it myself."

"Okay, okay, as long as you're happy, I'm afraid you'll be tired."

It's like pouting a little mouth, "People will pay attention." She felt a little uneasy in her heart, since she knew that she was pregnant with her daughter, she was very afraid of facing this problem with Murong Yichuan, and she let him down, although she hated to say it, but she didn't dare to speak.

"It's been a few days, don't you mean when you see me?" Murong Yichuan had an evil expression on his face, "How do you say that?" As if he didn't know, "You pretend to be garlic." It was like a playful smile, and then he stretched out his hands around Yi Chuan's neck, and his red lips slowly fell on Yi Chuan's lips, as light as falling flowers.

Murong Yichuan was kissed so softly, but he felt that it was not enjoyable, so he directly stood up as before, and the two of them hugged each other and kissed fiercely, and then slowly let go of each other, and both of them had a slight red on their faces.

Murong Yichuan weakly rested his head on Wanruo's lap, and his ears were pressed to her stomach, "Has this little guy bullied you these days?" Murong Yichuan already knew from the mouth of which fortune teller that he was pregnant with a girl in his belly, although he was a little disappointed, but after all, this was the child of the two of them, whether it was a son or a daughter, it was the crystallization of their love, if Qian Xue was just an accident between them, then now this child is the essence of their love, from the day he was pregnant he was full of expectations for this child, which was completely different from the mood when he was pregnant with Xue'er, and he never loved each other at that time, Knowing that she was pregnant was a complete accident, and the joy of being a first-time father actually has little to do with love. Murong Yichuan chose not to say what he knew for the time being, and just waited for the child to be born, whether it was a boy or a girl, he would give them all his father's love.

"Ichuan, I-" slid to his lips, as if he still swallowed back the words he wanted to come out. It was as if she put her hand on Murong Yichuan's back, and saw that he was listening to the voice of the child in her belly, and suddenly there was an inexplicable bitterness, she wanted to tell the truth, but she was afraid that after saying it, he would be cold to himself because of disappointment, and she was afraid that he would be disappointed and cold, although sooner or later she would know, then she would talk about it when the time came, so that at least in the remaining months, she and the child could still get all his care and love. How much does the husband and wife know everything about each other, sometimes some words should not be buried in the bottom of the heart, which may reduce a lot of unnecessary misunderstandings and contradictions, if today Ruo or Yichuan can say the child's gender frankly and unfairly, not only will it not affect the relationship between husband and wife, but it will not cause a painful misunderstanding in the future.

Murong Yichuan stopped when he saw that he wanted to speak, "What's wrong with you?" Why don't you say it? Yi Chuan hurriedly got up and stretched out his hand to hug Wanruo, and asked anxiously.

It was as if he bit his lip lightly and said coquettishly; "Actually, it's nothing, it's just that people miss you too much." As soon as he said a word, a few charming shades of crimson rose on her pretty face.

"Why don't I miss you, but it's all over after a while," Murong Yichuan hugged Wanruo, patting her back lightly with his hand, but his heart turned a thousand times, and his words carried a little nostalgia, although he didn't see him today, it seemed like every other autumn, and a betrayal last night made Murong Yichuan a little uncomfortable when facing Wanruo.