Chapter 89o3 You are going to be a father (1o)

What... I will never forget it.

Qiao Muyuan asked him shyly: "What did you originally want?"

"I can only tell you in practice another day, but it certainly won't be tonight."

"Look, you've drunk too much."

"Really?" Ji Changmu kissed her again, sliding his kisses across her cheeks and neck, "Then do something you dare to do only after drinking too much."

"I brought you to watch the fireworks." Qiao Muyuan ignored him, broke away from his arms, and looked out the glass, "Look, the fireworks just now were so beautiful."

"You are more beautiful than fireworks."

Ji Changmu hugged her from behind, held her in his arms, placed his chin on her little head, and watched the fireworks with her.

"That year on my birthday, you also watched the fireworks with me, and we also went to the square to celebrate the New Year together." Ji Changmu's hand gradually moved from her back to her lower abdomen, and she felt itchy all over. "

Ji Changmu, did you listen to me?"

"you say."

"I'm only more than a month pregnant and you can't touch the baby."

"Who said I was touching the baby? I just want to touch you."

"……"shameless.

They stood together watching the fireworks until the wedding fireworks ended.

In the evening, all major media in Qiongzhou took pictures of the city's fireworks and described this grand wedding in extremely romantic terms.

The wind from the sea blew through Qiongzhou City, and in the brightly lit night, roses bloomed shyly.

The peach blossoms are scorching, and the room is suitable for IKEA. The melons and melons are continuous, and the seeds are bright and bright.

…

Qiongzhou City is very hot in summer.

Island villa, night, Qiao Muyuan is sitting on the sofa in the study room holding her notebook.

Her belly was already showing, and she was sitting quietly wearing loose home clothes.

The door opened and Ji Changmu brought her a plate of cut watermelon.

It was already night and everything was silent.

Qiao Muyuan shook his head, glanced at Ji Changmu who was standing in front of her in a nightgown, and then looked at the watermelon in his hand, dissatisfied: "No."

"Don't you want to eat watermelon? Why don't you want it?"

"Instead of cutting it, I want half a watermelon, scoop it out and eat it."

"They are not the same, they are all watermelons."

"I said it's different if it's different. Ji Changmu, please bring it to me again."

"Okay, I'll get it again." Ji Changmu put the plate on his desk. If she doesn't want to eat it, he can eat it.

He went downstairs and cut half of the watermelon again, and got her a spoon.

He doesn't understand the difference. They are not all watermelons.

Ji Changmu stepped on her slippers and went back to the study upstairs, placing the watermelon on the coffee table in front of her: "My Mrs. Ji, is it right this time?"

"Can you feed me?" Qiao Muyuan narrowed her eyes and smiled at him, feeling at ease.

"Okay." Ji Changmu moved a chair and sat in front of her, took a spoonful and fed her a mouthful.

"It's so sweet." Qiao Muyuan was very satisfied, "Hubby, do you know why the watermelon tonight is so sweet? Because you fed it."

"..."

"Husband, guess what book I am reading?"

"Are you reading a book?"

"Of course, what kind of book is it? I am willing to admit defeat when I meet you."

"..." Ji Changmu was speechless.

Qiao Muyuan smiled from ear to ear and refused to give in. She leaned on his shoulder and acted coquettishly: "I don't want to hit the wall anymore. I want to hit Mr.'s chest."

"..." Ji Changmu glanced at her silently, "Stop."

He refused to listen anymore.

Qiao Muyuan chuckled and was in a good mood. She liked Ji Changmu's look of being unhappy and unable to kill her.
Chapter completed!