Rong Qian stared at her speechlessly.

Speechless, this is the plan. Qiao Yunxue lowered her head: "Okay, it's inconvenient for you, so you don't need to explain." I'm not the stalker. ”

Since the so-called classic glance of the oil painting street, no matter what he says now, she will not believe it anymore. Rong Qian rubbed his temples, he had never been so weak: "Yunxue, I am not the emperor of the feudal dynasty. See one love one, three palaces and six courtyards. ”

She was silent, stood up, and walked a hundred steps after preparing for dinner.

Rong Qian got up, and then followed.

She paused and stared at him, "You haven't eaten yet." ”

"I'm full." Rong Qian grabbed her fingertips, "It's full from teeth to intestines." He"

What kind of logic is this?

Can she make him so angry that he can't eat?

"It's best for you to be full. Save a little to fill the stomach of children in Africa. She grunted, her little face tense.

Rong Qian: "My wife is so ruthless......"

He was as elegant and gentle as ever, but there was a faint depression between his eyebrows, as if he had a knot that could not be untied. Was she cruel to him? She was a little confused. I could feel the coolness between his fingers, and I quickly returned to reality.

There was no one in the whole villa, not even the swallows, and there was no one in sight. In the distance, only the security guards were still standing, but facing outward.

He held her hand all the time. Burning long eyes, swept over her beautiful face from time to time, and the body of the red pregnant robe.

Qiao Yunxue looked at his slender and powerful hand, and remembered "holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son". Her eyes moistened unconsciously—she wouldn't have the chance to "hold the hand" with another person......

"Why are you crying?" Rong Qian was shocked, bent over, slender fingertips, clumsily rubbed the corners of her eyes, and teased, "I understand, my wife is still reluctant to me, right?" I will be back as soon as possible. ”

She woke up like a dream, turned around and left: "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep." ”

Rong Qian stared for a few seconds: "I'm also sleepy, and I want to sleep." ”

Kraft candy.

The meals in the bedroom were all packed up. It's clean and there's a handful of roses in it, and it smells very pleasant.

As a result, he followed her into the bathroom.

"Get out." She roared, a little grievance, a little embarrassment.

"Don't go out." He looked at her good-naturedly, even-handed, smiling, and defending his decision.

Her eyes were red: "If you don't go out, I'll go out." ”

"Really?" Rong Qian winked at her, "On such a hot day, it will stink to death." The baby knows that there is such a stinky mother, and he refuses to come out to see his mother. ”

"Phew-" She wanted to shoot him to death. The slap was outstretched.

He grabbed her little hand, looked at it carefully, and finally grinned: "Hitting hurts, scolding is love." I'm okay with that. ”

She had an opinion, and quickly retracted her slap: "Allow the bastard!" ”

Rong Qian looked immobile on the surface, and sighed silently in his heart: Before the age of thirty-two, he didn't have a nickname. Since marrying the beauty of the oil painting street, there are so many nicknames that he can't remember. And one is more charming than the other......

Looking at her tense face and slightly red eyes, he sighed softly: "Baby, your body is heavy, and it is inconvenient to ......"

"Whew!" She glared at him, stretched out her hand, slapped his ass, and yelled aggrievedly, "If you don't go out again, I won't give birth." ”

Rong Qian's long eyes darkened slightly, but he didn't go out, only hugged the super personalized pregnant woman in front of him tightly: "I miss you, I love you......"

As she listened, her body stiffened and she lost her strength. No longer insisting, he turned around silently, his back to him, and the big red pregnant robe fell in front of his eyes......

Rong Qian stepped forward and hugged him tightly, his voice so hoarse that he could barely hear clearly: "Baby......"

She burst into tears. The wandering heart suddenly became impulsive, and she wanted to leave him behind. But she couldn't do that, she couldn't ...... Even if you can't love each other, you don't want to be hated by him.

With tears in her eyes, she felt his touch, his clumsiness. She didn't move, she liked the warmth of those hands......

After quietly accepting his "care", she slept silently under the covers.

He buried his head in her heart, as always.

She pushed his head: "Go away." ”

"Don't move." His hand was tightly clasped around her pumpkin waist, and his voice was hoarse, "Wife, I haven't slept well in a month." Good, let me hug. ”

She was silent. But his heart was boiling so much - he meant, he couldn't sleep well when she wasn't with him?

How is this possible!

But she was tired and didn't want to think too much.

Thinking that her mind was rolling, she would not fall asleep all of a sudden, but who knew that in less than three or five minutes, she fell asleep steadily.

When she fell asleep, she held his head.

When Rong Qian was about to fall asleep, the doorbell rang, and the voice of the security guard came: "There is a Mr. Luo who wants to see Mr. Rong." ”

Rong Qian got up, his voice was low, as if he was afraid of waking up the little woman beside him: "Let him come in." ”

casually put on a pair of pants and Rong Qian went downstairs.

Luo Shaofan was already sitting in the hall, and when he saw him shirtless, he couldn't help but feel sour: "Why, so early, start ***?" ”

"As long as you want, day and night." Rong Qian's expression remained unchanged and sat down next to him.

Yan