Don't hurt me, the emperor: ugly women mess up the harem

Chapter 225 [Could it be pregnancy? 】

Jing Lingke looked at Fangfang with a smile. The more she looked at the child, the more she liked her. If she could have such a child, wouldn't she...

Jing Lingke suddenly panicked, how could she suddenly have such an idea?
But the more I want to get rid of this kind of thought, the more this kind of thought drills into my mind...

In particular, she suddenly remembered the days of menstrual events. It seemed that these days should be exactly one month, but there was no movement for a long time, which made her a little confused.

Their love is not necessarily less, and, there has never been any protective measures, even if they are pregnant, it may be a normal thing!
Jing Lingke couldn't help touching her belly with her hands, maybe there really was such a little life inside.

Although, she might not take Xiahou Chennan seriously, but she thought she would definitely take this little life seriously, because this is her child, her relative.

Perhaps, with children, she will have a home.

There will be a home.

Jing Lingke's heart was suddenly full, and it was suddenly filled because of the loss of the jade bracelet, and she even looked forward to a little life.

Because of anticipation, Jing Lingke became more orderly in doing things. First, she rented a simple house from a farmer's family. Although it was simple, it was a hundred times better than Fang Fang's house. There will be no rain leakage, but it is relatively simple.

In the beginning, the boy was unwilling to bother Jing Lingke any more, and he couldn't just root for a woman for no reason, it always felt bad.

But Jing Lingke said, how did he get here when he first came here, and he was unfamiliar with the place where he lived, so he should be invited to be a book boy for him or something...

Fangfang liked Jing Lingke very much, and she was very happy to see that Jing Lingke wanted to keep her, especially when she saw the room that was bigger than her own.

In the end, the young man couldn't stand his sister's pleading eyes, and he bit the bullet and agreed.

"that……"

"By the way, I don't know your name yet!" Jing Lingke took a broom and roughly cleaned the room before feeling better.

"My name is Shi Potian, what should I call you, miss?" It seems that all the servants of rich families call miss like this.

(End of this chapter)