Gu Qingcheng: Qi Shao's Sweet Wife

Chapter 247 Do You Want Her Or Me? 【4】

　.This child was conceived when he pestered Silence every day two months ago, asking her to give him a child that belonged to them.God knows, he really loves this child.

But the child loves silence more than silence.Children can be lost, but silence cannot be lost.

Qi Muran knows that he is really selfish and too much.However, he almost lost his eligibility for selection.He had no choice but to use the child's heart to make up for Han Xiaoxun and let her withdraw from his life from now on.

The grievances and grievances of the previous generation really have nothing to do with him, but when Qi Muran thought of Han Xiaoxun's parents dying for him, he couldn't just sit idly by and ignore her.

People's hearts are fleshy, even if he is Qi Muran.In his bones, he has always been a person who attaches great importance to emotions!

Jing Jing also hugged Qi Muran's back hard, then buried his head in his chest, feeling his warm and strong heartbeat.

I don't know how long it took before she carefully raised her eyes to meet Qi Muran's black pupils.Her eyes are clear and pure, and every expression tells Qi Muran her love for him: "Moran, I miss you so much!"

How can you not want to?From the beginning of hearing his conversation with Han Xiaoxun, she thought of him terribly.How she wished he was by her side, not by Han Xiaoxun's.

Women are fickle, and pregnant women are even more fickle.

Although Jing Jing wanted to ask Qi Muran, why did he agree to Han Xiaoxun?But when I think about asking, I will break the peaceful life since I was hospitalized for so long. Silence still buries those words in my heart and doesn't touch them.

"Silly girl, didn't we just leave in the morning?" Qi Muran also looked back at the silent eyes, and then teased affectionately and tirelessly.

Silence just giggled and didn't answer.Looking at the charming appearance of the woman in his arms, Qi Muran suddenly felt a feeling of... (haha, you guys understand!)

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