Diamond Wedding: Exclusive possession of mystery wife

"It's strange. What's wrong? This is."

Bai Jue murmured, didn't think much, and drove away.

……

On New Year's Eve, every family is busy getting together.

The hospital was deserted.

The bathroom door opened with a Shua, and the man's slender legs stepped out.

A black casual suit makes the man's body more slender and straight. The semi dry black hair is slightly messy, but it is somewhat sexy.

He raised his eyes and looked at the woman on the hospital bed.

At that moment, the woman was looking good.

The four eyes are opposite, and a warmth is surging in the air.

"Xiao Jing, come here."

Jian Qing held the tablet in one hand and waved to Quan Jingwu in the other.

"Don't move."

Quan Jingwu strode over, took her hand and whispered.

He looked down and found that she was videotaping a group of people with Rey.

He reached for the tablet and said in a faint voice, "honey, we're going to have a rest. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Jingwu, you smelly boy..."

Ray's voice stopped suddenly and he hung up the video.

"Xiaojing, mom hasn't finished talking yet." Jane Qing looked up at him and said helplessly.

"Tomorrow."

He put down his tablet, lay down in bed, and wrapped his arms around her.

"Is there anything else uncomfortable?"

Jane Qing held his face in her hands and kissed his lips.

"I'm really fine."

After she woke up, he asked hundreds of times.

She took his hand and put it on her abdomen. "The baby is fine, too."

Quan Jingwu looked down and fell on the flat abdomen. He smiled at the bottom of his eyes, better than the bright stars in the sky.

His thin lips opened gently and his voice was very soft.

"My little cotton padded jacket!"

Jian Qing was embarrassed in silence.

Why is he so sure that he is a little padded jacket and dislikes the little prince so much?

"If it's not a small cotton padded jacket, you won't hurt him?"

Low and deep laughter overflowed from his lips, and the big hand covering her abdomen gently rubbed, "as long as it's yours, I hurt."

When Jane Qing lifted her lips, her delicate eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles.

"Xiaojing, shall we give the baby a nickname first?"

He said well and looked at her with low eyes. The bottom of his deep eyes was full of her shadow.

"I think so."

"What?" Jane was stunned and thought she had heard wrong.

Think about it. When did he think about it.

He took her hand, lowered his head and rubbed her neck. "After we got the certificate, I was thinking."

“……”

So positive?

Before she recovered, the man's deep voice sounded again.

"It's called glittering."

Jian Qing looked at him and asked curiously, "why take this nickname?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Want to know?"

"Yes."

Glitter.

Is there any moral in it?

"Shout, husband." master Jing's routine goes online again.

After shouting so many times, shyness has long gone to hell.

Jane Qing was very cheerful and shouted softly, "husband!"

Hearing the soft voice, Mr. Jing was full of joy.

He pinched her jaw and kissed her soft lips.

"Because glitter is lovable."

His little cotton padded jacket must be the most lovely and soft.

Jane was stunned and her IQ gradually went online.

She hooked her lips and fell into his arms with a smile.

Glittering is lovable. It sounds cute.

How did he come up with this nickname, the iceberg overlord.

No, how does this nickname sound more suitable for small cotton padded jacket?

"Is it funny?" he frowned coldly and protected her carefully.

She reluctantly stopped smiling. "Don't tell me that my son also uses this nickname?"

Quan Jingwu shook his head decisively and said in a spoiled tone, "this is what I prepared for my little cotton padded jacket."

Sure enough, it was still a small cotton padded jacket.

Simple and speechless.

She beat his strong chest in tears and laughter, "and said you all hurt. What about the son's nickname?"

One mouthful of a small cotton padded jacket, she can imagine what he would dislike if she gave birth to a male steamed stuffed bun.

"My son's nickname?" he frowned, and a disgust flashed across his eyes.

A small cotton padded jacket needs a nickname. What nickname does a son want.

Jian Qing saw through his idea, raised his fingertips and poked him in the chest. His voice was cool and cool. "You should also seriously think about your son's nickname. If you dislike your son, I'll take your son back to m country. It's good for you to live alone in the capital."

He grabbed her hand, his eyes filled with a bit of resentment, "is my son more important than me?"

On the issue of his wife's status at the bottom of his heart, Mr. Jing resolutely said he would not give in.

"Then you are also a small cotton padded jacket," she countered.

"You are the most important thing in my heart," he said without hesitation.

"What about the little cotton padded jacket?"

"You are the first, and the little cotton padded jacket is the second." he looked at her with low eyes, very seriously.

Jane Qing was amused by him. "Well, I reluctantly believe you."

"What about me? Who is important to me and my son?" he went back to the previous question again and had to ask an answer.

Jian Qing's red lips gently raised, "then I have to think about it."

"Why?" he asked anxiously.

Is he not as important as his son?

How can that work.

Jane Qing coughed gently and said slowly, "you said you took a little cotton padded jacket. If you didn't hurt him, he would be very poor. Of course, I would hurt him more."

"No." Quan Jingwu's thin lips closed tightly, his big hand firmly grasped her hand and tasted the tunnel, "I love my son. You are not allowed to hurt him more than me."

Jianqing smiled and looked at him carefully. "Will you hurt your son?"

"Well," he nodded.

"How do you hurt your son?" she asked excitedly, leaning against his arms and playing with his big hand.

He was silent and thought very seriously.

Jane Qing looked up at him and saw his angular jaw line. Her eyes were filled with warmth and quietly waiting for his answer.

Just when her neck was sour, the man's magnetic mellow voice sounded above.

"I spoiled my son into a bully."

Before the words fell, the smile on Jane Qing's face stiffened.

Bully?

She couldn't help laughing.

It's interesting to have a big bully and a little bully.

"Satisfied?" he scraped the tip of her nose, and the red corners of her lips tilted up slowly.

Jane Qing nodded. "I heard what you said, and so did the baby."

"So, is it me or my son?" he asked again, clutching the question.

"You are the first, son is the second." Jane Qing looked up and bit his jaw, smiling with eyebrows and eyes bent. "Are you satisfied? My Mr. Quan."

Quan Jingwu's eyebrows stretched and their foreheads offset. He raised his lips and smiled, "very satisfied, my Mrs. Quan!"

Then he kissed her on the lips. The dragonfly kiss was extremely gentle and did not dare to go deep, lest he had to take a cold bath on New Year's Eve.