Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"If it's a triplet daughter, I'll call it Ximen Aimu!" ​​I love her very much!

Jing Jiaren was about to vomit blood, how could she have so many babies.

I saw Ximen Longting pulling a few babies into the software again...

Name each.

Ximen falls in love, Ximen loves, Ximen loves...

"If it's quadruplets, they'll be called Ximen Acacia!" I miss her so much!

"If you can have quintuplets, it's called—"

"Stop!" Jing Jiaren resisted, "You can be more greedy. Shall I give you ten at a time?"

"If you dare to give birth, I will dare to raise it!"

"Okay, nine out of ten are sons and one is daughter."

"..."

"I'll tell you Ximen Longting, if there is one child, I will give birth to one. If there are too many, I will not do it." Jing Jiaren stated her position, "After this time, I will undergo sterilization and there will be no more children. You know that having children is right How destructive a woman is."

Ximen Longting kissed the top of her head: "Okay."

He knew the pain of giving birth. He ignored her wishes and anesthetized her for a caesarean section in the last birth.

But after the anesthetic disappeared, Jing Jiaren still lay in bed in pain for a week, and it took a lot of time to recover.

Of course, Ximen Longting felt sorry for her, and was reluctant to let her get sick from the injection.

"Honey, you are so kind to me."

When Jing Jiaren woke up the next day, the sun was shining on the castle of the entire Jiaren Kingdom, full of vitality.

Ximen Longting acted as a human cushion, and she slept very comfortably.

The computer on the side was still turned on, and the screen was frozen. Jing Jiaren saw the four little beauties staying in their rooms.

One is stacking building blocks with a doll in his arms; one is sitting on a small wooden horse, shaking happily; one is holding chalk and playing with a colorful children's drawing board; the last one is sitting on the sofa, holding a milk bottle in his hand.

The picture was in a freeze frame, so the babies stopped growing.

Jing Jiaren looked curiously. In one night, he played with the child so big?

About three or four years old, she already looks like Jing Jiaren, all clever and cute.

Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand to touch the mouse, and said in a deep voice, "Don't touch it!"

"Are you awake?" Jing Jiaren's hands trembled, "I almost scared me to death!"

"Jing Jiaren, you have rough hands and feet, don't play our daughter to death!"

She has rough hands and feet? !

Ximen Longting's big palm came down, and he saved and exited the game. He couldn't resist the drowsiness just now, and just wanted to close his eyes and take a rest, but he didn't even know it when he fell asleep!

Later, Ximen Boss ordered his servants to print out those photos, frame them and put them on the bedside table, the semicircle coffee table, and the telephone cabinet...

As long as she can put photos, Jing Jiaren will see the baroque-style photo frames, and the little girls are either happy or angry, with lively expressions.

A sign of madness.

And after that day, Ximen Longting took care of Jing Jiaren even more carefully...

You have to follow her when you go to the toilet, you have to watch her when you change clothes, and you have to hug her no matter how busy you are with business.

It seems that time has returned to the time when he first fell in love, sticking to each other for 24 hours a day.

But their topic has changed from flirting to talking about their daughter.

From Simon's obsessive clothing, food, shelter, and transportation to eating, drinking, and sleeping, he is doing his homework for everything.

As long as he is free, Ximen Boss will definitely be flipping through books to teach children, with glasses on his face, serious enough to break through the world's biggest problem.

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