God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 3876 how happy (2)

The two embraced.

Yue Qingcheng wanted to say a lot, but when she was in his arms, she didn't want to.

it is more than words.

He can definitely feel her joy.

She knew it too, he could feel it.

tsk...

This defeats the tacit understanding of the scenery.

In short, Yue Qingcheng also noticed that something was wrong with her current state.

But she didn't deliberately restrain and suppress.

Let it go for a while.

Give your mind a break.

The golden light dissipated, and the sun rose in the sky.

The brilliance of the morning sun slantly shone from the wall of the pit, falling on the two embracing each other.

Its daybreak.

Unexpectedly, a day and a night have passed.

However, because it was snowing, it was not warm enough.

What is warm is the heart.

Yue Qingcheng asked, "Where's the baby?"

Gui Xiao tapped her lips and said, "Shh, don't mention him."

That little boy is very unpleasant.

He knew the baby was not in the womb.

However, he wasn't worried at all.

Once the baby is dying, he will feel it.

Yue Qingcheng smiled and left his embrace.

However, in the hand, don't forget to hold him.

Ghost owl is very useful.

Recalling the time when they fell in love back then, he repeated the old trick and scratched her palm.

Yue Qingcheng said: "How about I take advantage of the fire and refine them?"

He raised his chin toward the swordsmen.

How dare ghost owl.

"Daughter-in-law, don't you want to miss your husband for so long, huh?"

devil!

Not serious at all.

Yue Qingcheng took all the swordsmen away.

"I have to go back and wash, look at this dirty body."

Got to see the baby.

Didn't he let her watch the snow with him?

Did the idiot son forget?

"Is it the first snow today?"

She asked Gui Xiao again and again.

Ghost Xiao nodded.

That's right, the old couple held hands and went back to the palace.

Yue Qingcheng was really dirty, she entered the bathing pool as soon as she returned to the palace.

The Ghost Emperor quietly followed with wolf steps.

An inseparable and inseparable love can't be saved.

The strange thing is that Yue Qingcheng is not tired at all.

She has practiced for such a long time, and she has just crossed the catastrophe, and has gone through... well, this kind of husband and wife exercise, usually one of them is enough to make her tired.

Today, it is full of vitality.

Has it really become a holy artifact?

She sat in front of the vanity mirror and let Guixiao comb her hair before the baby came back.

"Mother, hehe..."

The baby has its hands behind its back.

Leaning forward, blushing, smiling like two hundred and five.

Yue Qingcheng was surprised and said: "It smells so strong, baby, have you been drinking?"

The baby dangles.

He held out a finger and shook it.

"No oh..."

Shaking and shaking, he couldn't see clearly.

Fingers became two, mother also became two, four...

He shook his head.

Yue Qingcheng laughed angrily, "Don't you want me to watch the snow with you? Little idiot."

She pinched his little ears.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the box hidden behind him.

The baby finally presented the treasure, "Mother, today is your birthday, baby, baby prepared a gift for you."

Yue Qingcheng was taken aback.

It dawned on me.

Then, get moved.

She didn't pay much attention to birthdays and so on, and forgot about them.

It turns out that the baby has been preparing for so long.

Yue Qingcheng was so happy that she slapped him on the face.

"what gift?"

The baby smirked, and said shyly: "Mother hates it, and takes advantage of him."

Yue Qingcheng was in a good mood, and poked him again, "Just take it, take it, what's the matter?"

The baby talked drunk and touched his hot face, "No, the baby is already a three-year-old man..."

Yue Qingcheng, Ghost Xiao: "..."

She opened the box, and there was a flower cake inside.

There are still words written on the flower cake.

It looks like a baby's handwriting.

Of course, it's not ink, it's...

Something like cream.

Yue Qingcheng was stunned.

Suddenly, a gust of wind with a clear fragrance of flowers blows from outside the house.

A figure came curling up.

With a small cloth bag in her hand, she said, "By the way, that..."

(End of this chapter)