In the past few days, Mo Yunqi's face has also been full of smiles, and she has been busy all day long, and it seems that marrying her daughter makes her very happy.

"Xiaoyu, you will have three sets of dresses at that time, can you see what color shoes you wear with the last one? By the way, the wedding cake is pink, will it contrast with your clothes? ”

"Xiaoyu, what color sheets do you like to use on your wedding night?"

"Xiaoyu, your father said that he would give you 100 million as a dowry when the time comes, and some real estate, think about it, where do you want a house?"

The enthusiasm of this operation is in stark contrast to the sharp opposition that preceded it.

This kind of change made Chi Xiaoyu feel a little incredible.

"Mom, aren't you worried about me and Gongbei **** now?"

Mo Yunqi smiled all over his face and laughed twice, "Don't worry!" ”

"Why? How did your mindset change so quickly? ”

Mo Yunqi opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she closed her mouth and smiled mysteriously, "Since you all have children, there is no point in us stopping it." You say, your father can't watch Gong Beiming die! So, it's all left to fate! ”

"Oh, well! Huan Yan's side, have you contacted her? ”

"That your aunt is in contact, anyway, she'll show up then......"

"Well, when the time comes, Xia Xixi will fall north...... Prepare their accessories. ”

"Okay!"

Mo Yunqi suddenly sighed, stretched out his hand and took Chi Xiaoyu into his arms.

"Mom has always been worried about your future, and now that you can marry Gong Beiming, you can be regarded as having found a wishful home, and Mom is also relieved."

When Mo Yunqi said this, Chi Xiaoyu was also relieved, smiled slightly, and gave Mo Yunqi a warm hug.

"Mom, thank you for your open-mindedness!"

I don't know why, Chi Xiaoyu can always feel that Mo Yunqi's gaze is a little dodgy, as if there is something to hide.

Chi Xiaoyu likes to do many small details of the wedding herself, even the bouquet used on the wedding day, as well as the ceremonial flowers hung by two people, she carefully selected them herself.

It was ten o'clock in the middle of the night, and Gong Beiming finished his day's work and walked into the bedroom.

Under the orange light, Chi Xiaoyu was wearing a pink nightdress, half-sitting on the sofa, writing and drawing with a sketchbook in her hand.

"Why don't you sleep yet?"

He hugged her from behind and said in a low voice.

"Well, I'll sleep in a while!"

He forcibly picked her up, "Sleep! Don't be too late, pregnant women don't stay up late......"

She couldn't hold him back, so she stood up, stretched, and then walked to the big bed and lay down softly.

She closed her eyes, a faint smile appeared on her little face, and it took a long time before she opened her eyes and looked at Gong Beiming brightly.

"Why do I always feel like I'm in a dream?"

He curled his lips slightly and chuckled, "What do you mean?" ”

"It's just that happiness comes too quickly, which makes me a little flattered, and I always feel that these happiness are not real and a little illusory! It's like a sweet dream. ”

He lowered his head and took her pink lips in his mouth, and entangled them so passionately that he didn't let go of his mouth until she was out of breath, his long eyes slightly hooked, and his smile was evil and charming.

Looking at the crimson and shy little face, he asked again, "Now, does it still feel like a dream?" ”

(End of chapter)