Ji Zhixiu has no pursuit of children, and he is even more satisfied after having Hengbao.

But he knew that Jiang Mian had always wanted a daughter.

Ji's mother's opinion is: As long as the two of them want, she can give birth to as many children.

Jiang Mian pestered Ji Zhixiu several times, but Ji Zhixiu refused.

The reason is very simple, he doesn't want Jiang Mian to suffer from another October pregnancy.

Jiang Mian also stopped thinking.

It wasn't until Hengbao grew older that Jiang Mian's heart floated a little again.

At night, he pestered the man in bed and expressed his thoughts.

Ji Zhixiu snorted, sweat dripping from his forehead, what should he do, he didn't go into his heart at all.

Jiang Mian saw his perfunctory and twisted his arm fiercely, "I want ......!"

A daughter!

Ji Zhixiu lowered his head and kissed the upper lip flap, blocking her unfinished words: "If you want, I will satisfy you for my husband."

Early the next morning, Jiang Mian was so annoyed that he couldn't do it, which was simply a loss to his wife and a soldier.

It was not okay to be tossed, and the man did not let go.

Ji Zhixiu didn't go to the company today.

After sending Hengbao to class, Ji Zhixiu took the dinner plate and went upstairs.

I saw Jiang Mian sitting on the bed on his knees, his mouth pursed and his appearance was the same as Hengbao.

Ji Zhixiu didn't see it, and called her calmly, "I brought you breakfast."

Jiang Mian felt that she couldn't help it, she turned her head and played a straight ball with Ji Zhixiu: "I want a daughter."

"Hengbao agreed." Jiang Mian added.

She fully considered the opinions of the entire family, only Ji Zhixiu has always been tough.

The man's eyebrows were wide, and he nodded, "I know."

"Then we're not going to do anything about it today." Jiang Mian raised his head.

Ji Zhixiu pinched his eyebrows, and felt that it was really necessary to have a good talk with Jiang Mian.

He put the plate on the bedside table and counted the past: "When you were pregnant with Hengbao, you had stretch marks and cried behind my back."

"When I went for the prenatal checkup, I cried because the various tests were so painful."

"When you had to take medicine to control the two hormone levels because of the high levels of the two hormones during pregnancy, you also cried and felt too bitter."

"In the third trimester of pregnancy, your feet are so swollen that you can't wear shoes, and you stare at a cabinet of high heels and still cry."

"Only when you were born, it was quite smooth, and Hengbao didn't toss you."

"Jiang Mian, I don't want to see you cry, I feel distressed."

Ji Zhixiu told her pregnancy past word by word, and her voice was a little hoarse.

What he wants most is that Jiang Mian can be well.

It turned out that he remembered that from the moment he said it, Jiang Mian knew that this conversation could not continue.

She felt a heat in her eyes and quickly lowered her head.

However, she had stretch marks, and the man applied expensive essential oils to her belly every day.

When doing prenatal checkups, he always pushed off all the itinerary to accompany her.

When taking medicine, he tried his best to rack his brains to make her happy.

couldn't wear shoes, so he customized another shoe cabinet for her, which was full of comfortable and soft slippers on her feet.

That's why she wants to have a baby for him.

She just wants one more person to love him together.

She doesn't have a complete home, she wants to give Ji Zhixiu a complete and warm home for her children.

This is the meaning of her efforts to learn to be a mother.

"Besides, having another one doesn't guarantee that it will be a daughter." Ji Zhixiu paused and reminded her.

After a while, "Then I won't give birth." Her voice was low.

Ji Zhixiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Half a month later.

Fan Cheng sent Ji Zhixiu back, a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry madam, today I was socializing with a long-term partner of Mr. Ji, and I accidentally drank too much."

The other party caught someone and poured alcohol, he couldn't help it, Mr. Ji was drunk, he didn't

I was drunk, too.

finally lasted until the end, and he immediately brought people back.

Jiang Mian could see that Fan Cheng had also drunk too much, and she took it from Fan Cheng's hand: "It's okay, I asked Aunt Song to prepare a sobering soup in advance, in the kitchen, you can also drink a bowl and go back."

Fan Cheng nodded again and again, "Okay, then I'll finish drinking and then leave."

Jiang Mian finally brought Ji Zhixiu back to the room.

The man was drunk and hazy, and the smell of wine on his body was smoky, Jiang Mian took off her clothes for her and stuffed them into the quilt.

As soon as I wanted to get up and wash my handles, my wrists were dragged back.

Jiang Mian was forced to lie on the man's chest and listen to his powerful heartbeat.

A hoarse voice came from the top of the head on the bed, causing ripples in the heart lake: "Wife......

The corners of Jiang Mian's mouth curled, "Are you drunk or not?"

Ji Zhixiu hugged her very tightly, "I'm not drunk."

Jiang Mian pulled his big palm away with all his might, and looked at each other.

Ji Zhixiu looked at her, narrowed his eyes, and then said in an extremely affirmative tone: "You are my wife."

Jiang Mian just wanted to say that you are not drunk, so get up and take a shower by yourself.

Then he heard the man say, "Let us get married...... Is it good......

Jiang Mian: ......

The man pestered her so much that she couldn't move, and she turned over and pressed her under her, his eyes burning: "Jiang Mian, I want to marry you."

Jiang Mian was so pressed that he couldn't move, angry and funny, "We're married!"

"Then you let me kiss ......" said Ji Zhixiu's kiss.

When he got up early the next morning, Jiang Mian rarely saw a look of chagrin on Ji Zhixiu's face.

Before she could speak, he said, "I didn't do anything last night."

Jiang Mian was quite funny, did this man have confidence in himself.

"Do you think you're a missile, every shot?"

Ji Zhixiu: ......

Jiang Mian didn't feel at ease.

Ji Zhixiu seemed to have made up his mind, and said with a serious face: "Don't take medicine, it's not good for your health, if you really have it, we'll stay."

Jiang Mian replied casually.

A month later, the period did not come as scheduled.

Jiang Mian didn't panic at all, her menstrual leave was sometimes postponed for a few days.

Two months later, the period still didn't come.

Jiang Mian was a little stunned, wouldn't he be so accurate......

This matter pestered her to work, so Jiang Mian secretly went to the hospital after work.

In the evening, when Ji Zhixiu went to the old mansion to pick up his son and came back, he saw that Jiang Mian had been waiting for a long time at the dining table.

Under the light, the woman wore a long French retro oil painting dress that was ankle-length.

The long hair hangs down to the waist, the facial features are exquisite, and the eyebrows and eyes are full of small moles.

She held her cheek in one hand and looked at them, "Coming back?"

Father and son responded in unison.

Jiang Mian smiled, "I'll tell you a piece of good news."

Heng Bao: "Mommy has won the prize again?"

Ji Zhixiu was more keenly than him, and his eyes were the first to sweep the checklist on the table.

Looking at each other, years of tacit understanding made Ji Zhixiu understand in a second that their family was about to usher in a new family member.

At night, Ji Zhixiu held Jiang Mian in his arms.

His brows furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Jiang Mian swiped Weibo with her mobile phone, but she didn't get a response for a long time, she looked up in annoyance: "Ji Zhixiu! I'm talking to you!"

Ji Zhixiu said slowly: "I thought about it, and I felt that I was drunk that night, but I still subconsciously opened the drawer......

He's always done things, and some things have become instinctive.

Jiang Mian shook his fingers, blinked, and refused to admit it: "Yes, you are drunk, you must have misremembered."

Ji Zhixiu seemed to be smiling, staring into her eyes, "I'm drunk, not amnesia."

Jiang Mian had a showdown and decided not to pretend.

She turned her head and blew on his ear

The tone, the expression was extremely seductive, and there was a little smugness: "Yes, I did it on purpose, I pulled you back."

Jiang Mian soon knew that he was wrong, this provocation was simply a big death.

In the second half of the night, she rubbed her sore wrist and sobbed quietly.

Ji Zhixiu took the trouble to kiss away the tears on her face over and over again, and his voice was lingering: "Good, don't cry, I was wrong......