Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 951 I'm Pregnant, My Memory Is Not So Good

She had nothing good to say to Ji Liunian, she just snorted lightly, turned around and pulled Alan to leave.

Looking at his wife's appearance, Alan was probably angry.

Can't help but throbbing pain in his temples, secretly thinking that he must send this plague god away quickly, otherwise his life will be difficult.

The sun at eleven o'clock was already very strong, and after walking a few steps, Winnie felt dizzy and extremely hot.

Allen has been hugging her considerately, Wei Ni felt that the man's hard chest could burn a flame, and pushed him away dissatisfied.

This is unprecedented for Allen.

Basically, only when Winnie clings to him, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, would she be satisfied if she wished she could stick to him 24 hours a day.

Allen froze for a moment, but his hand didn't move away because of Winnie's push.

Instead, he hugged her dexterous body even tighter, and his voice was as warm and considerate as before.

He said, "Okay, what's the trouble with me?"

Winnie pouted and snorted, not wanting to speak.

She rubbed her shoulders, obviously dissatisfied.

Allen has a good temper. He thinks that it is understandable for a woman to lose her temper occasionally, so she coaxed her and said, "Ma'am, you were thinking about going to the movies last time. I have been busy, so I didn't take you there." .Today is the weekend, the afternoon is very free, I will accompany you, okay?"

Winnie stopped, turned around and bumped into the man's broad chest, making her nose sore.

With such a sudden bump, her nose became sour, and her eyes were slightly wet.

She touched her straight nose, blinked her big round and soft eyes, but said, "I'm pregnant, and my memory has never been very good. Ellen, I'm asking you something, and you have to tell me the truth."

Alan's eyelids twitched. They were married for two years, and this little guy lived in their house for ten years. Apart from those eight years, she called him brother Alan. For the rest of the time, she only called him one.

That's my husband!

When acting like a baby, call her husband.

Call her husband when the emotion climaxes.

I still call my husband when I am in a bad mood and have difficulties.

……

But it was the first time to call him by his first name so seriously.

Allen was a little annoyed in his heart. He didn't change his expression, still looked at the serious little woman gently, raised his hand and pinched her little face, and said: "Little thing, suddenly you are so serious to husband, husband I’m almost not used to it. You talk about it, as long as you know, I will know everything and talk endlessly.”

Winnie puffed her cheeks, patted Alan's hand pinching her face away, and said, "Does Angie like you? Has she confessed to you?"

Allen... black lines all over his head.

At first, he thought that the little woman was so serious because she was asking her relatives about the car accident that year, but because of the deliberate instigation of that black-bellied man, he asked such a question that could not be put on the table.

There was no shade, no wind, fine beads of sweat oozed from the tip of Winnie's nose, and her big eyes stared at him without blinking.

Allen endured the annoyance rising from the bottom of his heart without attacking, and turned to hug Winnie horizontally.

Winnie didn't struggle either, she subconsciously raised her arms and wrapped them around the man's neck.

You know, Alan seldom hugged her like this in public places, and it was still broad daylight, and her heart was bubbling sweetly.

However, I still have to pretend to be serious, and forcefully suppress the sweetness in my heart.

She hooked her neck to look at the man's elegant and vivid face, curled her lips in dissatisfaction, and said, "Why don't you talk? You still hug me like this. Are you guilty of cheating, and you have hooked up with me long ago?"

(End of this chapter)