The weather was just right that day, and Banzhi didn't want to go out, so Cen Xijun took her to the garden for a spin, and she was swinging right now.

Cen Mansion originally did not have a swing, but he liked the first half of the branch, so Cen Xijun ordered someone to buy such a swing frame in the back garden. The swing frame is exquisitely made, painted with red paint from top to bottom, the shelf is still wrapped with wisteria and rosewood, and it is in full bloom now, and there is a little girl sitting in the middle of the bunch of buds, and behind the girl stands a handsome and dusty son, who moves gently and leisurely on the swing frame.

"Ah, look there!"

Banzhi patted Cen Xi's hand holding the rope and pointed to the corner of the courtyard wall to signal him to look over.

Cen Xihuan looked at the half-white fingertips, and saw that there were two raccoon cats, one large and one small, lying there. The little one is rolling in the arms of the big cat, and from time to time it will stretch out its paws to play with the big cat's tail, which is very interesting.

"Zhizhi likes? There are no cats in the house, so if you like them, you can keep them. ”

Cen Xijun glanced at it and then looked down at the little girl who was encircled in his arms, and when he saw that she didn't blink an eye, he smiled and proposed.

"Ah, they should be mother and son."

Half of the branch didn't notice Cen Xi's gaze, but just looked at the two raccoon cats. The kitten was probably hungry for play, and now he was lying next to the big cat and drinking milk, his round eyes were closed, and he was very satisfied.

"Yes, I'm drinking milk."

Cen Xijun looked at it again, and should be with half a branch.

"Ah...... I want a baby. ”

Banzhi's originally excited expression suddenly dimmed, and he retracted his gaze and turned his head to look at Cen Ximian. Her husband treated her very well, and she lived happily every day, but she still wanted a child, a child that belonged to her and him.

When Cen Xijun heard this, he paused his hand on the swing, lowered his eyes and looked at the half-branch with his little face up, and was silent for a while.

Cen Xiyi could see that Banzhi really wanted a child, and when he walked on the street a few days ago and saw her looking at the children laughing and playing in the alley, he noticed something, but he couldn't promise her, let alone give her a child.

"Zhizhi, when a woman gives birth to a child, she is stepping into the ghost gate, and the hardships are self-evident, I don't want you to suffer like this."

Cen Xijun reached out and wrapped his hand around the half-branch, his chin resting on the top of her head, trying to dispel her thoughts.

Half of the branch is a spiritual artifact, and the reason why it can survive in the world in human form is because her soul has not dispersed, and on the other hand, because Cen Xijun uses his soul to support her. Dawn helped the half-branch to transform into a shape, but the power of this offering was still obtained from Cen Ximian. Now Cen Xi's soul power has reached the end of the strong crossbow, and if he gets pregnant again, I am afraid that he will end up with a stillborn result.

“…… Ah, I'm twenty-six years old, and if I don't have children, I'm afraid I won't be able to have children in my life...... Ah, I want to have a baby for you, so promise me! ”

Banzhi held Cen Xi's hand and put it on his face, rubbing it like a coquette. Cen Xijun never refused her request, but she refused, and he couldn't bear to refuse when she was coquettish to him.

"Twigs...... No way. ”

Cen Ximian frowned slightly, his face was full of entanglement, but he still didn't let go. He didn't want to have a child with Banzhi, but if he let Banzhi take the risk because of this, he would rather not.

"You ......"

"Zhizhi, I don't want to lose you, I can't let you take risks, you are more important than everyone else, I just want you to ......"

Banzhi was rejected again by Cen Ximian, and he didn't know the reason, so he was inevitably a little annoyed, and just about to open his mouth to argue, he was blocked by Cen Ximi.

Cen Xijun leaned over and landed a light kiss on Banzhi's lips, touching it, but he didn't retreat, the two of them pressed their foreheads against each other, and Banzhi could clearly feel that he and Cen Ximian were breathing and intertwined.

Cen Xijun stared at Banzhi's eyes tightly, his eyes were deep and a little pleading. His eyes were very clear and inexplicably attractive, and Banzhi looked at the eyes that were close at hand, and he was very angry.

Ah Yan is really afraid of losing herself, Banzhi understands, Xu is the ten years that scared Cen Xi, she is lucky, she doesn't remember such a painful memory, but Ah Yu remembers. She should be considerate of him.

"Okay, then it won't be born. I am content with you. ”

Banzhi touched the man's thin back, no longer obsessed with the matter of the heir. She has a dependent, and she can't be greedy anymore.

……

"Ah Yan's handwriting is so beautiful!"

Banzhi stood at the desk and studied the ink, and when he saw Cen Xijun stop writing for a while, he couldn't help but praise it.

"Zhizhi, come here."

Cen Ximian couldn't help but smile when he heard these extremely familiar words, then looked at Banzhi, took her hand and encircled her into his arms. Cen Xijun stuffed the brush into the half-branch hand, held her with her big slender hand, and wrote a few big characters on the paper one by one.

"Zhizhi, this is your name, and next to it is my name."

Half a branch held a very existential breath in his ear, and looked at the elegant and chic words on the paper. I have to say that her aunt is really good, whether it is business or calligraphy, she is the best.

"I'm dipped in ink, right?"

"Huh? …… Uh, yes......"

Banzhi was still immersed in the boundless worship of Cen Ximian, and he didn't hear Cen Ximi's words clearly for a while. When I looked up at him, I saw him tilting his head and looking puzzled, his good-looking eyes staring at the pen in his hand, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Because Cen Ximian's expression was too serious, Banzhi didn't think much about it, but only answered casually, looking at Cen Ximian's eyes was a little inexplicable.

"That's right...... I thought I was dipped in rouge, otherwise why would Zhizhi's face be red? ”

The smile on the corner of Cen Xi's mouth was even worse, with a little teasing and evil, and even with a touch of romance between his eyebrows and eyes, half of his face was even redder, this Cen Ximian was bad!

"Okay, you! Cen Xijun! You're laughing at me! Look at me if I don't paint you a big face! ”

Half a branch is thin-skinned, where can he withstand Cen Ximian laughing like this, his starry eyes are round, and he wiped some ink on Cen Ximian's face with his fingertips. Seeing this, Cen Xijun also had some playful thoughts, and also dipped in ink while hiding half a branch while touching her face. The two chased each other for a long time, and finally they were as dirty as wild cats.

However, Banzhi only has a little ink on the tip of his nose, and Cen Xijun is much more miserable in comparison, there is almost no clean place on his face, even the center of his eyebrows has been pressed with a black thumb print by Banzhi's bad eyes.

"Hahaha, Ah Juan, can you go and bring a basin of water? I'll wipe your face......"

Banzhi knew that Cen Xijun was deliberately letting himself, and now he had to make an inch.

"Good, good! You smile a little leisurely, and don't get angry. ”

Cen Xi was a little helpless between his eyebrows, but he agreed very quickly.

So, the people in the backyard of the entire Cen Mansion and even the small kitchen saw the meticulous master who came out of the study with a big face, walked all the way to the small kitchen, brought a basin of water and returned to the study. Although it is still a breezy appearance, it is just accompanied by such a 'miserable' face...... It's kind of funny.

Banzhi sat on the collapse and shook his legs, and when he raised his eyes, he was a little surprised to see Cen Xijun coming in with a 'black' face.

"Why did you come back with such a face?"

Banzhi asked him to fetch water because he had the intention of letting Cen Xiyi go out and hang around and lose face, but she thought that he would wash his face first and then bring back the water, so she knew that he came back so untouched.

"Zhizhi said he would wipe my face."

Cen Xijun walked in front of Banzhi, squatted down, wrung out the handkerchief to wipe her face clean, and then washed the handkerchief and handed it to her, leaning his face over as he spoke, looking serious, like a stubborn child.

Banzhi didn't know how to describe the feeling in her heart at the moment, she only knew that how much she loved the man in front of her was not much, because her aunt loved her more.