Prince in Modern Times: My VIP Boyfriend

Chapter 111
To him, she might really be a little cruel.

When he was at his house, he took care of himself in every possible way, just for fear that she would be wronged and tired... If there was no love, maybe they would be as close as brothers and sisters.

Like Yanyan and Xue Kaide.

But once there was that kind of love, they couldn't become relatives, and she was suddenly very scared, afraid that she wouldn't be able to handle Danny and make their relationship worse.

But she'll keep going.

Under the golden sunshine, people were coming and going on the street. Gu Yuetong walked among the crowd, listening to the cries of hawkers, looking around aimlessly.

Ever since she knew she was pregnant, her eyes have always been attracted by some children's things, like small clothes, small shoes and so on.

As long as they look good, she will pick a few and buy them back for preparation.

"Dong dong dong..."

A deep and clear sound pierced the air and came into his ears. Gu Yuetong suddenly felt his eyes light up and followed the sound, and took one from a small stall in front of him in surprise: "Rattle!"

Holding it in his hand and shaking it, the voice has a magical power that can calm people's hearts.

"Miss, buy one, or give it to your nephew or a friend's child." The stall owner is a middle-aged woman with curly hair that is permed in big waves.

At this time, he was looking at her with a smile, and it seemed that even the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were smiling.

"No need." Despite some reluctance, she was still about to put down the rattle, and said regretfully, "It's too early to buy now."

"I bought it." A white and slender hand stretched out, unceremoniously 'took' away the rattle in her hand, and sang in her ear in a bragging manner.

"Boom boom boom..." The ringing kept going.

The wind was blowing slowly, and the long hair tied up with a blue headband fluttered in the wind from time to time, and a few strands floated into her eyes. She raised her hand uncomfortably and brushed it away. Turning her head, she saw the bird The owner of the hand was a young man in his twenties.

Although the autumn sun is bright, it still has a bit of cool air.

The young man smiled brightly, shaking the rattle in his hand to tease the child in the arms of the demure young woman next to him, "Call me Daddy, call me Daddy, and Daddy will give it to you."

(End of this chapter)