Chapter 412: Will you sing to me?
\t\t is very cold, the body seems to be in the cold, and the original fair skin is gradually reddening, and the strange color is a little terrifying.
However, this is a very good thing for Ye Qianmo, her body does not have as strong pain as before, but she feels that there is no temperature in her body or even in her soul.
Hearing Ou Muxuan's shout, Su Yan entered the room to check for Ye Qianmo, the antidote had already worked, and there was no rejection at all!
Although the body is uncomfortable, as long as the child is fine, it is very good news for Ye Qianmo, originally Ou Muxuan also wanted to be happy, but seeing Ye Qianmo so uncomfortable, he really couldn't be happy.
ββ¦β¦ Xuan ......" Ye Qianmo shouted his name, "...... It's so cold......"
Ou Muxuan lifted her quilt, lay in, and hugged her body tightly, "It's only three hours!" β
"Xuan, can you talk to me?" Ye Qianmo shrank into his arms, trying to divert her attention.
"Say what?"
"Anything!" Ye Qianmo's teeth trembled with coldness, no matter how hard she grabbed Ou Muxuan, her body still couldn't feel a little warmth.
"Okay, then let's talk about the idea of Xingou, as well as the issue of entering the international women's clothing industry......"
"You idiot!" Ye Qianmo interrupted him unceremoniously, "At this time, you actually talked to me about work?" "Damn, Ou Muxuan, what else do you have in your mind besides work?
"And what are you going to talk about?" Usually, the two of them talk a lot, but if you want him to find a topic, he really can't find it for a while.
"Talk about what you want to talk about the most!"
"Ahem!" Ou Muxuan cleared her throat, "Girl, you're three months pregnant, right?" β
"That's right!" Ye Qianmo squeezed into his arms again, trying to get a trace of warmth.
"Su Yan said that after three months, we can live a normal married life!"
"......" The corners of Ye Qianmo's eyes twitched hard, if it weren't for the fact that she was so uncomfortable now, she would definitely kick this guy out of bed, "Mr. Ou, do you think it's really appropriate for us to say this now?" β
"Didn't you say let me talk about what I wanted to talk about?" Ou Muxuan said innocently, "Can't we talk about this matter?" β
"That's what you're thinking about right now?" Sure enough, people say that men are animals that think with their lower bodies, and that's not wrong at all!
"I haven't touched you in a long time." Ou Muxuan thought about it seriously, "It's been a month, right?" Now that it's finally time to open meat, of course I'll think about it from time to time. β
"Change the subject!" Ye Qianmo was embarrassed by the order.
ββ¦β¦ Why don't we choose a name for our child? β
"My body is uncomfortable, my brain can't turn!" Ye Qianmo half-coquettishly denied.
"Then I'm thinking about it!" Finding a topic or something, it was originally Ye Qianmo's strong point, but now let him think about it, it's a bit difficult to endure at all.
"By the way," Ye Qianmo suddenly remembered, "Ou Muxuan, can you sing to me?" β
Sing? Ou Muxuan was suddenly very embarrassed, he didn't seem to be his strong point at all, he rarely listened to songs, sometimes listening to music was also that kind of elegant, what he listened to recently can be counted as a song, that is, an opera!
"Can you change the subject?" Singing or something, this is a little too embarrassing, isn't it?
"Yes," Ye Qianmo said very well, "Then you can count for me how many innocent girls you have ruined, how many people you have regarded as my stand-in, and how many women have had an unforgettable night, among these women, which one is ......?"
"I'd better sing to you!" Ou Muxuan immediately cut off his words.
"Come on, hurry up!" Ye Qianmo hugged his waist tightly and prepared his ears.
Ou Muxuan thought about it, if he could make his girl not uncomfortable, he didn't care about anything, so he hugged her body and hummed in a low voice, "Mmmmmm......mm
"Can you not hum?" Ye Qianmo interrupted him.
"Ahem! Lalala......"
"Ou Muxuan, can you sing the lyrics, you uh-huh-huh-la-la-la-la-huh-hmm-huh-hmm-hmm Ye Qianmo was quite dissatisfied.
This made Ou Muxuan completely embarrassed, "I can't remember the lyrics." β
"Then sing the ones you can memorize!"
Ou Muxuan thought about it seriously, there are songs that can remember the lyrics, but ...... "Is it okay to remember old songs?" β
"It's okay to be old, as long as there are lyrics!" Ye Qianmo relaxed the policy for him.
"Little swallow, dressed in flowers, comes here every spring......"
Ye Qianmo's body suddenly had goosebumps, Nima, this is a children's rhyme, Ou Muxuan, you are a president, what a cold and noble existence, can you not always do such things that damage your identity!
"Don't like it? Then I'll change another one," Ou Muxuan thought for a moment and continued to sing, "Two tigers, two tigers ......"
"Change!"
"Under the bridge in front of the door, a flock of ducks swims ......"
"Ou Muxuan!" Ye Qianmo was already desperate for him, "Can you stop singing so naΓ―ve?" Is there a more mature one? β
"Yes!" Ou Muxuan immediately changed his words, "Ah......hhhhhhhh
"Enough!" Ye Qianmo stretched out her hand to cover his mouth, "President Ou, where did you learn these messy songs?" β
Ou Muxuan lowered his head and looked at him very seriously, "You taught me when I was a child, have you forgotten?" β
When you were a child? Ye Qianmo thought about it hard, it seems that yes, when she was a child, she was always sullen when she saw him, so in order to make him happy, she began to teach him to sing, but I didn't expect that after so many years, he still remembered.
"Girl?" Ou Muxuan stared at her face, "Although there is one sentence that I shouldn't say now, I still want to say it." β
"What?" Ye Qianmo was full of emotion.
"The way you blush now is really tempting!"
"Aang?" Ye Qianmo suppressed the emotion in her heart.
"Hurry up and get healthy, huh?"
The topic of Mao is back again, Ou Muxuan, how thirsty are you, she is now sick, and her body is uncomfortable, okay? He actually said this kind of extreme color, damn, is this his essence?
Ou Muxuan smiled and held him in his arms, he also knew that this was not appropriate, but it seemed that this would be a good diversion for her, right?
Downstairs, Gu Jialu was holding the soft body of the little milk baby, with a worried face.
"Son, let's go up and see your mommy, okay?" I don't know what she's doing now.
"Aunt Jiaxi, I just heard Daddy singing to Mommy in the crack of the door, it's not appropriate for us to go over now, right?"
"Damn!" Gu Jiaxi stood up suddenly, with an angry face, "My sister is uncomfortable like this, that guy is still in the mood to sing?!" β
The little milk baby is embarrassed, Su Yan covered her face with a newspaper, the love between husband and wife, what does this dead girl know?
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