Li Yingxue smiled sweetly at him, Wang Haifeng felt that this smile made him hairy, as if she had some calculations hidden in her heart, and the object of the calculation was herself.

"Comrade Haifeng, what do you think about Qu Shaoqian's marriage proposal tonight?"

Li Yingxue looked like she was chatting with him lightly, but a pair of beautiful black eyes stared at Wang Haifeng tightly, with a hint of urgency in her eyes.

"What thoughts? Oh, I think it's good, Lijuan has found a home, and my father and I can rest assured. ”

Wang Haifeng was stunned for a moment, and replied with a smile, what is there to think about? Happy!

When I stood up, I wanted to go to the bathroom, but I froze when I heard a sound behind me.

"That's all, don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Alright! So you say, what do you want? ”

Wang Haifeng turned around helplessly, squatted in front of his daughter-in-law again, held her hand and asked, she didn't like to look at her condescendingly.

"What do you mean I want?"

Li Yingxue stood up angrily, Lijuan found a man who knew how to be romantic, what about her! I found an elm pimple and reminded me that it was stupid.

Wang Haifeng looked at her back with a smile and found that her daughter-in-law was sometimes very powerful, whether it was skills or business, ordinary women could not compare to her.

But when she is angry, she is the same as a child, so that people can't figure out where her anger comes from?

Thinking of his mandarin duck bath plan, he hurriedly got up and followed, but ate a closed door.

I could only lean against the door of the bathroom, listening to the sound of the water inside, lamenting my sad fate, and the plan was in vain.

Soon Li Yingxue came out of the bathroom after washing, water dripping down her black and shiny hair, and crystal droplets rolled down her pink face.

She was wearing a thin nightdress, which was designed by herself, a low-cut style, revealing a piece of snow-white skin under her neck, and the most terrible thing was that the water droplets from her hair flowed down her skin to the parts of reverie.

"Boom."

Comrade Wang Haifeng, who hadn't touched his daughter-in-law for several days, swallowed saliva with difficulty, he couldn't eat it, he was so pitiful.

Li Yingxue glanced at him, wiped his hair vigorously with a big towel, and then shook it in a chic manner, and the long strands of hair swept across the tip of Wang Haifeng's nose with a streamlined line.

The faint fragrance rushed straight to his breath, Wang Haifeng took a breath hard, he couldn't bear it, he didn't need to endure it anymore.

He turned around and ran into the bathroom and gave himself a thoroughly cool shower - to cool down.

Li Yingxue looked at the bathroom with a wicked smile, the depression in her heart was swept away, humming a song quietly, and gently touching her little belly.

"Moon Dawn ......"

As she sang, she changed to a lullaby for the child, hoping that the baby in her womb would remember her voice.

I regret that I didn't read those eugenics books in my previous life, and now I only know one thing, that is, I have nothing to talk to the baby, sing to him, and it is best to read him 300 Tang poems to develop his intelligence.

After taking a bath, she was in good spirits, and she didn't want to sleep for the time being, so she took out the drawing paper to design the clothes for Lijuan to wear for the wedding.

Chinese women are the most beautiful in cheongsam, with a graceful temperament and feminine gestures.

She plans to let Lijuan wear a cheongsam, the fabric is preferably satin, and embroider the pattern on it with Su embroidery, but where to buy silk is a problem?

Wang Haifeng took a bath and returned to the bedroom, and saw his daughter-in-law sitting under the lamp, drawing with a pencil brush, very fast.

"It's beautiful."

Wang Haifeng tied her long hair together, took a big towel to help her wipe it, and praised in a low voice.

It's just that his praise doesn't have a subject predicate, and I don't know if it's to praise Li Yingxue for being beautiful? Or is the dress she painted beautiful? [End of Chapter]