The struggle for rebirth is in the harem

Chapter 204

Who would really embroider a piece of milk cake, can't he see that it's a cat!
It was inexplicable for Liu Heng to laugh, but Lin Yuqiao explained seriously.

Oh, is it a cat?No wonder he vaguely felt that the pattern had ears.It's just that her embroidery skills are really bad.

Liu Heng remembered what he had seen before, and it was said that she sewed clothes for future children, so he once again sympathized with his unborn child. Next, he will continue to work hard to persuade her to give up this idea.

It's also fortunate that she didn't make clothes for him virtuously, otherwise, he would definitely be even more melancholy.

"Look, this is milk cake. Later, she got a little sick, so my mother asked someone to move out. She never came back."

Finding out the purse with the milk cake pattern embroidered by Nanny Jiang and the others that had been kept all along, Lin Yuqiao showed it to Liu Heng.

Looking at the lifelike snow-white fur and blue-eyed kitten, Liu Heng stroked her stomach, "Do you remember the cat you raised before?"

Lin Yuqiao nodded and touched the milk cake on her purse.

"I can't see Nai Gao anymore. That's the only cat I've ever raised. But when I have children, I can raise them to play with me, too."

Also, the same?
Liu Heng has the urge to help his forehead again. Can raising a child be the same as raising a cat?

"Don't talk nonsense! If you let the child hear it, you will be unhappy."

Now his child can already hear what the adults say, knows that he is coming, and occasionally responds through his belly.It was the first time to witness the growth of a small life so intimately. Liu Heng felt that it was amazing, and he also had more affection for the child.

So when he heard Lin Yuqiao compare cats with children, he felt a little unhappy.

What's the difference?
Although she had seen nephews and nieces in their infancy, Lin Yuqiao didn't have much impression of them.I only remember that I was very young, with my eyes closed tightly, wrapped in a red swaddle.

After she became pregnant, she always had pictures in her mind, the kind of cute babies in TV commercials, white, chubby, who would giggle and drool when teased. She felt that in terms of cuteness, it was actually the same as Milk cake is about the same.

"Ziping, you value your child more than me now!"

Lin Yuqiao watched Liu Heng gently stroking her stomach. After being kicked, she became more happy, so she pouted and complained.

Does this person even want to eat his own child's vinegar now?

"Are you ashamed to compete with your child? You haven't grown up yet, will I have two children in the future?"

Liu Heng changed the position of the person and sat on his lap, thinking about this possibility, it was a little funny.

"If you want, I can call you Dad too!"

Lin Yuqiao quickly followed the pole to connect it, stared at him from bottom to top with wide eyes, blinked, and said meaningfully.

"It's getting more and more unruly, and you dare to say anything!"

The person in his arms couldn't stop laughing just thinking about it, and looked at him with malicious intentions.

Liu Heng was very powerless in his heart. He had always restrained himself and was very disciplined. Even in words, he couldn't stand her random chatter.

He hugged Lin Yuqiao down and stood up, and slapped her buttocks twice.

"You are also going to be a mother, and you have to stand upright, so that you can teach your children well in the future."

"I see, I will try my best not to talk nonsense in the future."

After being beaten, Lin Yuqiao obediently admitted her mistake.

Seeing his expression relax, she threw her tongue out into his arms again, rubbing her face against his neck.

Sometimes after a long time, she felt that her cuteness was taken by Liu Heng.

To think that he is such a restrained and conservative old master, and his stern and serious preaching is so cute that she doesn't want it.

"You!"

The rubbed neck felt a little itchy, and Liu Heng felt like being brushed by a kitten's tail.

He hugged her again, put his hands on her stomach, and patiently waited for the child to occasionally raise his hand, or kick to communicate with him.

(End of this chapter)