On the day of the full moon feast, An Qing woke up very early, fed the two little ones, and then put them on the small bed to continue sleeping.

After giving birth to two babies, she insisted on breastfeeding, although the milk was not enough, but it was better than eating milk powder completely.

Although there is a nanny, she also does a lot of things herself, and the two babies are placed in their bedrooms at night to take care of them personally, I don't know if they can get closer to their daughter, Fu Mochuan is quite in favor.

Helping to put the little bean sprouts on the crib, Fu someone's eyes were inseparable.

Seeing the man's "nostalgic" eyes, An Qing blinked, and slowly walked over to hook his waist.

Fu Mochuan was finally shocked and turned his head to look at her.

She quietly lowered her face to his broad back, her voice bitter.

"Don't look back," she sighed wistfully, "I don't want you to look at me, am I fat and fat and ugly now?" ”

I really regret that she made up too well during pregnancy, and she hasn't been able to recover yet, her waist is still fleshy, and to be honest, she is not very satisfied when she looks in the mirror by herself.

The corners of Fu Mochuan's lips curved, and he smelled the faint milky fragrance on her body, she was indeed a much rounder, hormonal body.

He turned around, and the faint morning light reflected the silhouettes of one tall and one short, and the man's eyes were dark and shining.

She half-raised her still delicate little face, although it was also a little rounder, her skin was particularly delicate, and her arms were as soft as before, wrapped around the man's neck, and the voice of half coquettish and half complaining flowed out.

"I'm jealous, now you like your daughter and don't like me, and you spend a lot more time seeing her every day than I do."

The corners of Fu Mochuan's lips curled even more, and his big palm held her waist.

"You also eat your daughter's vinegar?"

This sounds so familiar, An Qing raised her eyebrows, as if she had said it to him before, but the word daughter was replaced by a son, and it was really feng shui in turn.

She didn't say a word, pouting in feigned anger, and put down the hand that was wrapped around him angrily.

She hasn't acted for many years, and she still has the seductive scenes at her fingertips, from her expression to her movements, it is so exciting.

Sure enough, the man grabbed her arm again and picked her up with a span.

His palm was hot, and she snorted softly.

It's true.

"Wife, it's a full moon today."

The man's magnetic voice was entangled, making people tremble.

She pursed her lips and smiled, hooking his neck again.

"What do you want?"

The man smiled, thin lips leaning closer to her: "What do you say?" ”

The beautiful morning kicked off beautifully.

A few hours later, the guests arrived.

The full moon banquet was very low-key, so I invited some of my own family members at home, and Wan Er also took it back, watching the little bean sprouts fall in love, and watching her happily hold the little bean sprouts, it was really frightening.

"Mommy, I like my little sister so much, can I let my sister play with me every day?"

"You don't like your brother, do you?" An Qing joked.

Wan Er pursed her lips, not hiding her disgust at all: "My brother is not good-looking, I don't like it, I like my sister so much." ”

Indeed, in terms of appearance, the little bean sprouts are even better, she has perfectly inherited the excellent genes of her parents, although the face has not yet grown, but you can already see the exquisite small outline, it is conceivable that she will definitely be a heartthrob like Langcheng in the future, and Xiao Langyu is obviously much inferior, and even ordinary, because she is too fat and her eyes are squeezed small, and her fleshy little face is very cute, but it is still a little far from being handsome.

Sometimes An Qing also felt strange when she stared at him, it stands to reason that he and Cangran are twins, but there is no similarity on their faces, Fu Mochuan explained that not all twins look the same, for example, fraternal twins are worlds apart, and a son and a daughter, there will definitely be differences, listening to what he said, she accepted his statement again.

But there are not a few people who think the same way as her, so she doesn't know how many times she has faced such doubts in a day, which makes her a little confused.

Frankly speaking, in the face of the same biological three children, sometimes she also feels that Lang Yu lacks a sense of intimacy, she is not an eccentric mother, and in the end, she attributed all this to the subtle bad influence of a certain man.

Dead.

She looked down at the sleeping faces of the two children in the crib, and thought it was her daughter, so the crib was pink, and the two children were lying in their small compartment under the yellow light, sleeping very sweetly.

Fu Mochuan walked over, naturally leaned over, touched his daughter's tender face dotingly, and ignored his son.

Although she was accustomed to it, An Qing despised his blatant eccentricity and couldn't help but glance up at him.

Receiving the meaning of her glance, the corner of the man's lips hooked, reluctantly retracted the hand that touched his daughter, and then stretched out to her.

With a slight pull, An Qing was dragged up by him, and the man's face fell down.

"What do you want to do?" She dodged with a smile: "It's not morning, well......"

"You owe me ten months." The man pulled her face.

It's less than seven months, okay?

"Wait, I'll put the tent down." She struggled to turn around, lightly untied the pink gauze tent on the side of the crib, her eyes swept to the two little faces in the sleep, and suddenly remembered the comments of relatives and friends, she said casually: "Husband, who do you say Douding looks like?" Today a lot of people say that he's itching......"

The man hugged her from behind, and the enthusiastic movements suppressed all the words below her.

After that, she never had a chance to speak again, and then completely forgot what she was going to say......

With two more babies at home, the time is very fulfilling, as if 24 hours a day is not enough, almost all day around a few children, but she is happy.

On this day, she was at home with the two children activities, put aside the mobile phone dropped a few times, prompting that there was a message in, she didn't care, when she was empty, she picked it up and took a few looks, and saw the photo popping up on the mobile phone screen, her eyes were sharp, and her breathing was unconsciously a little heavier.

The photo is a tombstone, heavy black, there is no photo on the tablet, the words on it are very simple: the tomb of the beloved son Langyan, there is no payment, only a few dignified fonts, parents will always love you.

Loud Words——

She stared at the name, feeling her heart beat like a drum.

No, it's a prank.

She quickly went back, looked carefully at the number that sent the MMS message, made sure she hadn't seen it, and then didn't hesitate to call back the number.

She dialed several times, but she couldn't get through, and the system prompted an empty number.

This number had just sent her a message, and it became empty in the blink of an eye.

She took a heavy breath, stared at the number for a few seconds, and decisively deleted the text message.

It's a prank, a boring prank.

Absolutely!

What does a boring photo say?

In the cradle, Xiao Langyu slept soundly, and her white and chubby little face had been seen for dozens of days, and it was her familiar cute face.

Yes, her son was right in front of him, and he died of a boring curse.

An Qing looked at it in a daze, and her mood was indescribably disorganized.

When Tang Li smiled and Mimi walked into the room, she happened to see her in a daze at Lang Yu, walked over lightly, glanced at the cradle a few times, and said in a low voice: "I envy you, if I also have a pair of such cute little angels, I will also glance at it for a day, and I will not blink my eyes." ”

She smiled reluctantly and stood up from the side of the cradle, but Tang Li leaned over and touched her little bean sprouts like tofu and sighed, "The little princess is getting more and more beautiful as she grows, what can I do if I grow like this, I really want to give birth to a son and marry her back." ”

As a girl, Xiaodou Sprouts is indeed the darling of everyone's eyes, not only Fu Mochuan, everyone does not hide their love for her, An Qing didn't care about it before, but today it is especially sensitive.

"It's okay for you to give birth to a daughter, my two sons are not enough for you to choose?"

"That's right," Tang Li smiled and considered this possibility, raising her eyebrows, "Then say okay, I'll make up for your family." ”

"You didn't take a fancy to our family, Langyu?" She deliberately said: "You dislike our beans for not being beautiful." ”

Although Tang Li is an assistant, the relationship between the two is more like best friends, so he replied with a hippie smile, "You can't be too greedy, I'm very content to have such an excellent son-in-law as Langcheng, Xiaodouding will be my godson." ”

An Qing smiled, and her gaze inadvertently slid over Lang Yu's face.

What if Lang Yu is replaced by Lang Yan?

The name crossed her mind very abruptly, and her heart twitched.

Although she forced herself not to think about it, she understood that the photo still planted a seed of doubt in her heart.

A few days later, she secretly took her and Lang Yu's hair and asked M to help take it for testing, but M didn't ask much, and it didn't take long to tell her that she had the result.

"What is the result?" Pinching her phone, her heart lifted slightly.

"I didn't look," M said lazily, "will you get it or will I send it to you?" ”

"You open it for me," she said, pursing her lips, "and tell me the final result." ”

M didn't say anything, there was a movement on his phone, and after a moment he spoke again, "Is it convenient to ask?" Whose is this supposed to be? ”

"What is the result?" She asked rhetorically, clenching her phone.

"As a result...... M paused, and then passed it word by word, "The parent-child relationship is not established." ”

Not true!

She didn't know how she hung up, and from the moment she heard these words, her mind felt like she had been struck by lightning, and her ears were buzzing.

Lang Yu, who was born seven months prematurely, was born with a weight of six pounds.

Not only did he not look like his twin sisters, but he also didn't look like anyone else in the family.

His name is Lang Yu.

But the word Lang Yan appeared alone on the tombstone......

It seems that all doubts have been answered at this moment.

Her fingertips trembled slightly as she pinched her phone, and on it were the results of the identification that M then sent her, as he said the conclusion, the words pierced her eyes.

No, that's not true.

Something must have gone wrong.

Why isn't the baby she worked so hard to give birth to her son?