Don't move the power young baby wife

Chapter 204
Miya put away the pen, and stared at the newly drawn picture on the drawing board for a long time, frowning slightly, and felt a little strange the more he looked at it, but for a while he couldn't figure out where the strangeness was.

The door of the study was pushed open at this time, and Cheng Yue came in from the outside with a glass of milk in home clothes, and saw her frowning and staring at the seven or eight finished painting.

Putting the milk in his hand on the table beside her, he walked around behind her and looked at the drawing on her drawing board. He didn't know how to draw, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt that she drew well. She stood up with her hand and said, "Okay, I'll draw the rest tomorrow, drink the milk first."

"I always feel like there's something wrong with the drawing." Miya muttered, but he still obediently stretched out his hand to take the milk and drank it. While drinking, his brows were more frowned than before, and his expression was like drinking poison. , but just finished the big glass of milk in one go.

After drinking, I couldn't help panting, and my chest heaved slightly.

Cheng Yue took the cup in her hand, calmed her down, and said with some disapproval, "Why drink in such a hurry, drink slowly and no one will snatch it from you."

"Someone will grab it." Mijia murmured softly. Recently, she was really afraid of drinking milk every day. She had three cups a day in the morning, noon and evening. No matter how much she liked, she got tired of drinking like this every day.

Cheng Yue smiled, patted her head dotingly, and said, "Miya, let's hold the wedding after a while."

Mitya was taken aback, looked up at him, and asked, "Did grandma tell you?"

She nodded lightly, smiled at her, and said, "Even if grandma doesn't mention it, I still have this idea. It just so happens that grandma brought it up this time, so I'll tell you, and by the way, what kind of wedding do you want, eh?"

Miya smiled, and took his hand to play with. Cheng Yue's right hand had a shallow scar on the tiger's mouth, which was not too obvious, but it could be felt clearly when he stretched out his hand to touch it.

Caressing his faint scar back and forth with his fingers, Mijia spoke slowly and said, "I am very satisfied to be able to get together like this. As for the wedding, we can do anything." Smile.

Cheng Yue held her hand with his back and held it tightly in the palm of his hand. Looking at her, his eyes gradually became a little hot, and his head slowly approached her. He is a wife, and now he is pregnant with a child Of course, Miya knew what he wanted to do, the smile on her lips didn't fade away, and she slowly closed her eyes. In fact, why didn't she also miss him...

Instead of kissing her lips directly, Cheng Yue went around and whispered in her ear, "Grandma and Aunt Qin are both asleep, so no one should disturb me today." He has been arguing for a while.

Miya smiled lowly, closed his eyes and did not open them, and stretched out his hand to push her, which looked a little coquettish.

A slightly hoarse voice whispered in her ear, "Mijia, I want you." While speaking, he stroked her back and forth with his hands fondly.

Miya didn't pull his hand away, the temperature of the whole room seemed to rise a bit, and Miya's heartbeat also started to speed up.

Cheng Yue also stopped talking, opened his mouth and bit her ear lightly, and was about to kiss her lips again, when Mi Jia suddenly felt sick, covered his mouth and pushed him away to the bathroom in the master bedroom next door.

Cheng Yue was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't wait to think too much, and quickly followed her, only to see Mi Jia was half bent over there, vomiting.

He stretched out his hand to run her back, and after a while, seeing that she was still suffering, Cheng Yue began to look a little anxious, "Why are you vomiting so much, did you spoil something at night?"

Miya vomited like this for a long time, almost throwing out everything from the night and even the noon, before leaning into his arms and panting heavily.

Cheng Yue patted her, helped her out from the bathroom, and let her sit on the bed, then Cheng Yue said softly, "I'll get you some water."

Miya nodded. It was really uncomfortable to spit out of his mouth just now.

Cheng Yue got up and went down to pour water for her, but what she didn't expect was that Cheng Yue went down now, just after vomiting, and feeling uncomfortable at the moment, she could only run towards the bathroom.

So let alone wanting to do something this night, the morning sickness alone almost vomited half his life, his legs were weak and he couldn't even stand upright.

It was fine some time ago, but the morning sickness suddenly became serious after Mi Jiatongcheng returned home. He vomited almost everything he ate, more than he ate. Spit it out.

People say that if you are pregnant, you will start to gain weight slowly, but now Mijia vomits and she is much thinner than before. It seems that both Cheng Yue and grandma are very distressed.

Now helping Mi Jia out of the bathroom, Cheng Yue looked at her and couldn't help asking, "Will you work so hard before?" Seeing Mi Jia vomit a little in the past few days, he could only do what he could. In a hurry, nothing can be done.

Miya breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip of the water that Chengyue offered, and then shook his head and said, "I've vomited before, but not so much."

Cheng Yue nodded, stretched out his hand towards her stomach, patted her stomach lightly, and said seriously, "Hey, boy, please settle down in my stomach, don't torment your mother, or be careful." When you come out, I will spank your ass and punish you to run to the playground with weight!"

Miya couldn't help laughing at his words, patted his hand lightly, and said, "Hey, how do you know it must be a son, maybe it's a daughter?"

Frowning slightly, Cheng Yue really thought about this issue seriously for a while before he murmured, "If it's a daughter, of course you can't be punished for running, a daughter is different from a son."

Miya was amused by his serious look, and held his face with his hands and asked, "Why are daughters different from sons? Don't you also have patriarchy?!"

"Of course it's different!" Cheng Yue replied without thinking.

Mi Jia was stunned suddenly, remembering that the old man of Jiang's family could not accept her mother because he was a girl.

Seeing that her eyes darkened, Cheng Yue knew that she was thinking too much, reached out and took her hand and opened his mouth to bite her, with a slightly heavy force, pulling her back to her senses, then looked into her eyes and said, "Of course a daughter is different from a son, but it's not patriarchal, but patriarchal. It doesn't matter what the son says, and you must not be soft when it's time to beat and scold, but the daughter is a princess and must be pampered."

Hearing this, Mijia laughed softly, looked at him and asked seriously, "Then do you prefer a son or a daughter?"

"Son and daughter are fine, as long as they are born by you." He didn't care about the gender of the child, but who the mother who gave birth to him was.

(End of this chapter)