Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 393
Song Zhiwei nodded immediately, "After thinking about it carefully, I think it's better to have a boy."

"Why?" Wei Xuan was puzzled. He knew that Song Zhiwei must not have patriarchal thoughts, so he felt strange.

"Because if you give birth to a boy, the responsibility for raising the boy is more on the father. I don't want my son to become a mother, so if it is a boy, you have to be responsible for taking him to play football, run, Watch the game, then I will be much more free." Song Zhiwei planned happily, "Then when he is [-] or [-] years old, throw him into the military academy and let the army and you manage him. In this way, I don't have to It's a joy to think about waiting until the child is even in his twenties to 'regain his freedom'."

It turned out that she had this idea, thinking that giving birth to a son is more about father-son interaction, so she just "stands by" as a mother?

Wei Xuan intentionally made an angry expression, and said, "If the first child is a son, I will ask you to give birth to a daughter when he enters the military academy at the age of 14."

Song Zhiwei patted him hard on the chest, "When he is 14 years old, I will be 45 years old, what a fart! And even if you are a daughter, don't think you can be a 'hands-off' father, daughters have to Go to military school."

Wei Xuan disagreed, "It's good for a girl to go to an ordinary school, I don't want her to suffer."

"With our personalities, shouldn't we be able to have a child who is afraid of suffering?" Song Zhiwei squinted at him. Both of them are strong and resolute masters. Even if they give birth to a daughter, it is impossible for them to be Jiao Didi's "little princess". .

"I'm afraid she will suffer." Wei Xuan had already put on a fatherly look before he was sure it was his daughter.

"What if it's her own choice?" Song Zhiwei asked.

"Then change her mind from an early age." Wei Xuan said firmly.

Song Zhiwei couldn't help laughing at him, "You said I was nervous, but you are the same. If it was a daughter, you might spoil her to heaven."

"Yeah." He didn't deny his love for "Little Padded Jacket" at all. In fact, when Wei Xuan thought of a beautiful little girl who looked more like him than Song Zhiwei calling him "Daddy" in a soft voice, he would My heart couldn't help softening.

"Then I'd better give birth to a son, so that I won't be jealous." Song Zhiwei pouted, and now she was jealous.

Wei Xuan smiled and pinched her cheek, "Do you want to eat your own daughter's vinegar?"

"Yes." Song Zhiwei deliberately said in a childish voice, "She can ride a 'horse', but I can't ride a 'horse'."

Although he knew what she was referring to, Wei Xuan deliberately distorted her meaning. He put his earlobe in his mouth and said, "Have you never 'rided' before? Do you want to 'ride' now?"

After pregnancy, due to hormonal changes, the pregnant woman's body became more sensitive. Song Zhiwei couldn't help but let out a groan when he was holding her. Although she wanted to, but it's only been more than a month now, it must not work.

Pressing his hand, Song Zhiwei blushed and reminded: "No, not for the first three months."

"I know, I just touched it." As soon as Wei Xuan touched her body, his blood surged, but no matter how much he wanted her, he could only endure it, but even if he couldn't really come, wouldn't it be okay to satisfy his greed?

But Song Zhiwei reacted greatly when he touched her. She felt that this was not good, so she quickly said: "No, if you get pregnant, you can bear it."

Wei Xuan also felt that her reaction was bigger than before, worried that the change of hormones in her body would affect the fetus, so he finally took his hand back.

Kissing her small peach-like cherry mouth, Wei Xuan could only express his patience and depression in this kiss.

Although the kiss was hot and strong, he hugged her very lightly, as if he was afraid that a little force would break her.

After the lingering kiss was over, Song Zhiwei blushed and said, "Go to rest early, you have to drive tomorrow."

"Okay." Wei Xuan is indeed tired. This month has been a month of high-intensity work, and he has been rushing back to work day and night. Thinking of driving for several hours tomorrow, Wei Xuan also I don't plan to mess with her anymore.

Reaching out to turn off the bedside lamp, Wei Xuan slowly lay down with his arms around Song Zhiwei.

"Is it cold?" Wei Xuan asked in a low voice as his generous body held her in his arms.

"It's not cold." With him around, it was as if there was a stove lying beside her, how could she feel cold.

"Go to sleep." Printing a good night kiss on her forehead, Wei Xuan patted her shoulder like coaxing a child, and said.

"Hmm." Although she didn't feel sleepy, Song Zhiwei figured that he would go to bed early, so she quietly pressed against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and slowly closed her eyes.

Outside the house, Lin Qiong stood at the door at some point, she wanted to knock on the door to call Wei Xuan out.

However, he was dragged away by Wei Changkong, "Don't bother them, don't you think it's not noisy enough!"

The next morning, Wei Xuan woke up. After getting enough sleep, his eyes were as bright as a falcon in the sky.

Looking down at the woman who was still sleeping in his arms, his heart seemed to be suddenly mixed with cotton, making it extremely soft.

He couldn't help lowering his head to kiss her plump forehead lightly.

Feeling that a "mosquito" landed on her forehead in her sleep, Song Zhiwei uttered a dream, and then buried her head lower.

Wei Xuan looked at her frowning amusedly, stopped bothering her, and got up quietly.

Song Zhiwei slept for a while, and seemed to feel that the "stove" beside her had disappeared, and subconsciously squeezed to the side, but almost squeezed under the bed.

Fortunately, Wei Xuan just walked back at this time, seeing Song Zhiwei "hanging" beside the bed, he was startled, and quickly picked her up.

Song Zhiwei woke up all of a sudden, but her consciousness was still vague. She looked at Wei Xuan with a dazed expression.

Wei Xuan looked at her angrily and amusedly, "You almost rolled off the bed."

"Ah?" Song Zhiwei blinked her misty eyes, "Didn't I rely on you to sleep?"

"Since you're awake, get up and eat early so we can start early." Wei Xuan said.

Under Wei Xuan's "serving", Song Zhiwei yawned and got dressed. Wei Xuan seemed to be afraid that she would be cold, so he not only made her wear two sweaters, but also tied a big scarf on her.

Song Zhiwei pulled the scarf off, "You want to heat me to death?"

"Tie it when you go out." Wei Xuan took the scarf in his hand, took her by the hand and went downstairs.

Wei Changkong got up very early, and the porridge was almost ready at this time. Seeing Wei Xuan and the others coming, he hurriedly greeted him, "Sit down and have a bowl of hot porridge."

(End of this chapter)