Zhuo Jian was easily lifted from the ground by Fu Yanye and placed it on the glass platform. He spread her thin legs with his hands, clamped them inside her, and whispered: "Don't answer his phone in the future, do you know?"

"I didn't know it was Mr. Mu just now."

Zhuo Jian blushed and explained, because the two of them had a bit ambiguous posture at this time.

Fu Yanye gently pinched her slender waist and reluctantly relaxed, but said, "So I won't answer again after I know, right?"

"Um!"

Zhuo Jian nodded and agreed well.

Fu Yanye is very helpful, Zhuo Jian is well-behaved.

I couldn't help but pinch her chin again and let her raise her face to look at her. In the blink of an eye, I kissed her lips again and gently held it.

Zhuo Jian's breathing was a little disordered by kissing, and Fu Yanye whispered: "What should you do if you want to eat?"

Zhuo Jian was so scared that he immediately pushed his shoulder: "Don't! I've done it last night."

"Your husband wants to do it eight times a day."

Fu Yanye leaned his thin lips to her ears.

Eight times a day?

Zhuo Jian froze all over.

Seeing that she lowered her eyebrows and didn't dare to move her eyes, Fu Yanye lifted her shirt in and whispered: "Are you scared?"

"Who isn't afraid if you do it eight times a day?"

What's more, a pregnant woman.

"That's not necessarily!"

Fu Yanye said, looking down at her again, and suddenly felt that this moment was precious.

Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and saw his dark eyes staring at her, feeling panicked: "No matter what, you should restrain yourself now, I'm pregnant."

With the word "pregnancy", Fu Yanye's expression became more serious in an instant.

Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat, thinking that he might still be angry, right?

"Why are you pregnant?"

Fu Yanye asked her, but her hands were not stopping.

"You are so awesome, you'll win in one go."

Zhuo Jian murmured in panic.

After hearing this, Fu Yanye smiled: "Well! This sounds like praise for my excellence. I will definitely remember to wear a condom in the future."

“…”

Zhuo Jian couldn't tell him about this anyway, so he gave up.

Fu Yanye was upset. Before he could pass the two of them well, a little thing suddenly wanted to join them.

But that's fine.

As long as Fu Yanye thinks that she won't run away for the sake of the child, he feels much more at ease.

"What do you want to eat at night?"

Fu Yanye asked her and took her to the refrigerator.

Zhuo Jian said: "How about eating green leaves vegetables tonight?"

"Add a tofu soup!"

Fu Yanye proposed.

Zhuo Jian thought for a while and nodded.

Fu Yanye opened the refrigerator and she took things from it, but later, she felt something was wrong.

Why did he hold her?

It's still such an ambiguous posture.

And she actually rode on his waist like this, and she only found out now.

Suddenly, his face was blushing and he was about to drip, and he whispered: "Let me down first."

"I don't want to let it go."

There are only two people in the family, and you can go whatever you want.

When Zhuo Jian saw that he was like that, he stopped talking.

At this moment, she suddenly understood what little happiness is.

Suddenly a bad idea popped up in my mind, and looked at him with a pampering voice, "If you have the ability, you will hold me like this when you cook later."

Fu Yanye: "Let's cook you first."

"no!"

Zhuo Jian hugged his neck and climbed firmly on his waist as if it was growing on it.

Fu Yanye was so suffocated that he was dying. What was even more disgusting was that the fragrance on her body made him immediately swell and hurt. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and reminded her: "If you don't want to be killed by me, just let go."

Zhuo Jian suddenly found something was wrong and immediately let go of him.

Fu Yanye then breathed a sigh of relief and placed her in a chair next to the dining table: "Sit here first and wait for me."

Zhuo Jian nodded. Seeing that he worked so hard, he couldn't help but hook him.

Fu Yanye leaned over to her, Zhuo Jian smiled with curved eyes and sweet lips, on his two thin lips.

These two thin lips often make her feel aggrieved and angry, but occasionally make her feel happy.

Fu Yanye was ready to be kissed, but after she really kissed him, he still couldn't help but feel throbbing in his heart, and his black eyes fell heavily between her eyebrows and eyes.

"Go and cook, your son is hungry."

"Isn't it a daughter?"

Fu Yanye's original mood was deviated.

"Well... do you want a daughter?"

Zhuo Jian moved his gentle long eyelashes, and his beautiful big eyes looked at him with a little worried.

"Isn't it?"

Fu Yanye frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Zhuo Jian nervously licked the lips that he had kissed him, then lowered his head and looked like a little girl who did something wrong, and said a few words delicately: "Grandma said she was sour and spicy, my child may be a boy."

After saying that, I felt even more guilty and could not give her angered husband a girl.

Fu Yanye was indeed unhappy, but after watching her for a long time, he only pinched her chin and let her look at her, and said to her very seriously: "If this child is a son, be prepared to have a second child."

"ah?"

"Kiss it again!"

Fu Yanye did not respond to her again, just a kiss.

Zhuo Jian kissed his lips again with conditioned reflexes, and then continued to look at him: "What if it's the next child or a boy?"

"Then I will raise you as a pig and prepare for the next litter."

“…”

Mr. Fu means that if he can’t give birth to a daughter, it’s not over?

Zhuo Jian touched his belly nervously, feeling that he was a little dangerous.

but……

For some reason, my little face is warm and my heart is sweet.

Will they have another second and third child?

So don’t she worry about being kicked off by him for the time being?

After all, having a baby takes time.

Zhuo Jian sat in a chair and watched him cook. He was originally with his beautiful back straight, but later, looking at his back, he couldn't help but lie on the table.

His back looks really beautiful.

Zhuo Jian realized that when she was a slut, she was almost staying saliva, so she quickly touched the corner of her lips.

How great would it be if they could continue to be so happy?

They can do it?

As long as both of them work hard, they will definitely be better.

Will they all work hard?
To be continued...