Could it be that the two of them do intimate things with each other, just tired on the spot and become dogs, but in fact it is still a very physical activity? After thinking about it like this, Mo Xiaomo felt that there seemed to be some truth to it.

Otherwise, why do so many people like this thing.

Hou Qing should not have woken up for a long time, she touched the bed that still had residual warmth, and the corners of her mouth hooked.

Fang was about to sit up with the quilt, but she heard a dissatisfied hum behind her, and she turned to look at it, and it turned out to be her own precious son.

Mo Xiaomo hugged Mo Baozi, who had not woken up yet, and kissed him in his arms for a while despite his objections, until he felt a strong coldness behind him, and then let him go, followed his son's gaze, and turned to look back.

Forehead~

I saw her husband holding a bowl of soup, and I don't know when he appeared in front of the bed, Mo Xiaomo looked at him, and looked at his blue and black appearance, and knew that this product seemed to be in a bad mood.

Although Mo Xiaowu didn't sleep enough, he wanted to get up and get angry, but after seeing his father's dark face in a flash, a treacherous smile flashed in his eyes when he remembered the incident where he threw himself out of the Bixiao Hall yesterday.

He pouted, rubbed into his mother's arms, and said coquettishly: "Mother, mother, don't forget that I was so scared last night, I slept alone in the side hall, and I had nightmares, don't forget if you can sleep with your mother?" ”

Looking at his son's cute bun face, Mo Xiaomo kissed his bun face and nodded unconditionally.

Seeing the woman's undisciplined nod, Hou Qing's eyes became a little colder, and he said unhappily: "He's so old, don't get used to him, don't you have a nightmare, isn't there a thousand cranes?" ”

"You can just raise the fetus with peace of mind, don't let this kid tire your body." Saying that, the man had already sat down on the round stool in front of the bed, stirring the chicken soup in the bowl for a while, and said, "I'm going to boil some chicken soup, let's drink some first." ”

Just this man's hand, as soon as he took a sip, Mo Xiaomo vomited with nausea.

Hou Qing hurriedly put the soup bowl in his hand on the mahogany table in front of the bed, while smoothing the woman's back, seeing that she was a little better, she went to the table to pour a cup of warm water for Mo Xiaomo, and helped the woman to feed her carefully.

After drinking some water, Mo Xiaomo suppressed the greasy smell of chicken soup, her face was not very good leaning on the head of the bed, she was still a little nauseated, and she unconsciously felt sick to her stomach when she smelled the smell of chicken soup.

Seeing that she was still retching, Hou Qing asked worriedly, "Why are you still uncomfortable now?" ”

After thoroughly processing the chicken soup, Mo Xiaomo got better.

Mo Xiaomo covered his nose and pointed to the soup bowl containing the chicken soup: "Take it away, take some away, I really can't stand the taste!" Gott~"

Bao Zimo, blinking at the interaction between his father and mother, was really stunned for a while, and then clearly understood that his mother was going to add a little brother to him, or a little sister!

While I was happy, I suddenly remembered a very important question.

Will the mother like her younger siblings more, and then she won't love him anymore?

But thinking about it again, after giving birth to a younger brother and sister, he should not be the youngest, thinking of this, he felt very excited, so excited that he stared at Mo Xiaomo's stomach all day long, and it had reached a level of forgetting to sleep and eat.

After a few days, Hou Qing looked very worriedly at the woman who was sitting on the bed and was not interested in anything, didn't want to move anything, had no appetite, and had another one in her stomach, and if it went on like this, her body would definitely not be able to endure it.

Mo Xiaomo was tortured and thinner due to morning sickness, which made Hou Qing very worried.

Looking back at the bun Mo has gained weight to a new height, because of the supplements made by Hou Qing, Mo Xiao Mo vomited in one bite, and all the rest did not go into Mo Forget's stomach, and that's it, the most unbearable thing for Hou Qing is.

sticks to his daughter-in-law all day long, follows Mo Xiaomo to ask for a hug during the day, and lies next to Mo Xiaomo at night to ask for a kiss!

Moreover, I don't know what pillow wind is blowing in my daughter-in-law's ears, and his daughter-in-law won't let him go to bed~ to sleep!

That night, Hou Qing stood on the side of the bed, looking at his daughter-in-law lying on the bed and hugging his daughter-in-law looking at his milk baby with a proud face, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up a cold smile.

It seems that if you don't start to rectify it, this kid is going to prepare to go to the house to uncover the tiles!

Mo Xiaomo reluctantly drank a few sips of the porridge handed over by Hou Qing, and then fed it to his own son who was holding him one spoon at a time, thinking while feeding, this child has never eaten a mouthful of breast milk since he was born, and he is still like a child at more than a thousand years old, and he and Hou Qing can't stand him.

Thinking of this, a pair of cat eyes were overflowing with distress, and the brilliance of maternal love shook Houqing, who was standing under the bed.

Mo Xiaomo took the silk handkerchief in Hou Qing's hand and wiped Mo Forget's mouth, then handed the porridge bowl and silk handkerchief to Hou Qing beside the bed, and asked softly: "Son, if you want to eat, tell your mother, and your mother will let your father make it for you." ”

"Mother, is this true?!"

"Of course it's true!" Looking at his fleshy little face, Mo Xiaomo lowered his head and kissed again.

Mo Xiaowang rubbed his mother's chest very obediently, and then he dragged Mo Xiaomo's chest, glanced at the back secretary in front of the bed, and asked, "In this case, will Father be very tired~?" ”

Mo Xiaomo glanced at the man standing in front of the bed, and pursed the corners of his mouth: "That, Houqing, are you tired?" ”

"......" Hou Qing's face was so black that he turned blue, and his big hand holding the porridge bowl was bursting up, and he looked depressed.

"Look, Father is very tired~ Mo Forget wrinkled his face with a look of embarrassment, and pulled the Yingluo on Mo Xiaomo's chest, which was very sad.

"Are you really tired?" Mo Xiaomo asked again, but the man still didn't answer, she reached out and lifted the quilt on her lap aside, and Hou Qing hurriedly bent down to re-cover her, and said, "Momo, don't move, I'm not tired at all." ”

Seeing that the woman's face was a little better, she breathed a sigh of relief.

I've missed the birth of Don't forget, and this time I have to treat it well. Yesterday, I went to consult a few books about pregnancy, and they all said that women can't be angry during pregnancy, and they must be taken care of in the palm of their hands, but now he has to deal with this kid who is fighting with him for a daughter-in-law~!

After hearing him say this, Mo Baozi, who was lying in Mo Xiaomo's arms, immediately poked out his head, crossed his fingers to report the name of the dish, and after reporting the name of the dish, he only felt cold, he hurriedly stopped the sound, and looked up, his father's face was as black as inkstone.

The man's cold phoenix eyes flashed with a few hints of calculation, and swept straight to Mo Baozi, who was still lying in Mo Xiaomo's arms, and was so frightened that Mo Xiaomo shuddered.

What is this old man trying to do?

Seeing him looking at himself vigilantly, Hou Qing smiled, turned around and poured a glass of warm water while feeding his daughter-in-law, and said casually: "I heard that Kunlun is going to be admitted to the sect in the spring after the New Year." ”

Mo Xiaomo didn't care much about this, but every hundred years, the two immortal mountains of Kunlun and Penglai would open mountains to accept disciples, and she still knew about it.

He nodded, and thought that Hou Qing would not talk nonsense, since he asked so much, there must be a follow-up, so he asked, "What?" Why did you suddenly talk about the opening of Kunlun Mountain to accept disciples? ”

Hou Qing smiled, wiped Mo Xiaomo's mouth, took the teacup that was fed the water just now, took a sip, and continued: "I'm wondering, our precious son, can he be chosen." ”

"Of course I can choose, my fox son, will his cultivation be worse than other people's children!" Joke! This is her son, although her cultivation is not as good as Hou Qing and Liyin, but it is also on the top in the heavenly realm, and the strength of her relatives is still a mystery, can her son be worse!?

It certainly can't be bad!

Seeing that the woman entered the trap without noticing, Hou Qing cleared her throat, glanced at her son who was still in the clouds, and continued to flicker: "I think it's enough, he's so young now, and he doesn't practice spells all day long, and he's not long, but his weight is growing faster than anyone else, if it goes on like this, I'm very worried as a father~!" ”

After speaking, he sighed very sadly, and looked at Mo Forget, who was sitting on the bed with very sad eyes.

When Mo Xiaomo heard this, he pinched Mo Xiaoluo's face in his arms, and wrapped his thick little waist, followed by a long sigh of sorrow, and looked at Mo Baozi very sadly.

Don't forget to be confused.

What happened?

Why does it feel like my mother is instantly united with the old man's front?

Say good mother's love, hug, what's the matter?

Before she was sad for a while, Mo Xiaomo moved her body back, looked at Hou Qing with a sideways face, and said, "Our son's ideological education in the future will be fully handed over to you......" As she spoke, she also raised her hand to stroke her stomach, sighed and said: "I also need education for this in my stomach, and you will be responsible for the outside." ”

Hou Qing touched his chin, as if he thought about it very seriously, and then agreed: "What Mo Mo said is very true, so that both sides can not be delayed~"

It would have been better if he had less joy in his tone when he said this.

Hou Qing bent down and hugged the fat dumpling sitting on the bed with a face that he didn't know what was going on, and held it in his arms very carefully, and then when Mo Xiaomo looked over, he touched the fat dumpling very lovingly, when Mo Xiaomo felt that the father and son got along very harmoniously.

He said earnestly: "In that case, let's teach him how to ** first." ”

When he was about to walk out of the hall with Mo Xiaowang in his arms, Hou Qing paused again, turned to look at the woman sitting on the bed, and said with some worry: "My husband decided to eat and sleep with my son for the sake of his son's education from tonight, will you feel lonely here?" ”

Mo Xiaomo thought about it and felt that there was nothing to be lonely?

Doesn't she have another one in her belly?

I don't know what the man meant by asking this question, she shook her head and saw the man frozen at the door of the hall, thought about it and said: "When you go out, remember to close the door for me, I'm going to rest, don't come and disturb me if it's okay, well, that's it." ”

Then, with a wave of his hand, he signaled that the man could go.

Hou Qing looked at his daughter-in-law staring at the bed, how could he have the illusion that he and his son were deported?

Although he was reluctant, he originally thought that after this obnoxious boy was gone, he could take back a little of his personal rights, such as a bed, a bed, and so on.

It seems that this matter has to be done slowly, and we will solve this in my arms first.

Mo Xiaomo has been living a very leisurely life recently, and without the disturbance of men and sons, he feels that his appetite is much better.

As his belly grew bigger day by day, Mo Xiaomo began to look at the yellow calendar to check the auspicious days of the zodiac, and watched the woman look at the yellow calendar from time to time, Hou Qing was also very curious and asked: "What do you think the yellow calendar does?" ”

"Find a good day." Mo Xiaomo looked through it and replied to him casually.

Day?

All the matters needed for his marriage with Mo Mo have been arranged, and there is only one auspicious day left, Hou Qing thought about it, it turned out that his wife was looking for an auspicious day for the wedding.

I also sat down and looked through the selections together.

Two months later, the day in the middle of the month is an auspicious day of the zodiac that has not been encountered for thousands of years, and it happened to be mid-spring, when the flowers bloomed, and the temperature was suitable, making it a good day to get married.

After thinking about it, he went to the front hall to arrange the relevant suitability.

Mo Xiaomo looked at the back of the man leaving a little strangely, this is indeed a good day, yes, but she is calculating the due date~

The first thing he did after returning to the Heavenly Realm was to come to Bixiao Palace, but he still didn't see Mo Xiaomo.

I only saw Mo Baozi sitting alone at the door of Bixiao Palace with an aggrieved face, looking at the moon, he walked over and asked only to know that he was disgusted by his own father and mother, and Liyin repaid deep sympathy for this child, and thought about it, it would be the same if he came back another day.

After returning to the Demon Realm, Liyin dealt with a few small things about fighting and fighting, and then after taking care of his injured face, he was about to go to the Seventh Heaven Bixiao Palace, and he met Qingyuan, who happened to come back from the mortal world.

Qing Yuan saw the separation, first bowed respectfully, and then said, "Demon Venerable, is this the girl you are looking for?" As soon as the words fell, a young girl in a white gauze skirt brocade walked out timidly from behind Qingyuan.

She glanced at it first, and her figure was reclusive, is this the immortal in the sky? It was even more handsome than that day~ she saw by the lake! The white crane's face turned red unconsciously.

Liyin didn't care much about Qingyuan's words, what he cared about now was the black stone that Qingyuan was holding in his hand, he stared at it for a while, and felt that there was always an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and Liyin asked suspiciously: "What are you holding a stone for?" ”

Hearing the demon venerable ask about the mussel in his arms, Qingyuan's face turned red, and he replied respectfully: "This is not a stone. ”

"And what is this?" Why is it so familiar?

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