Her Eternal Mr.Right

She has been waiting for the man to deepen the kiss, but Bai Mohan has no next step. She is a little worried. She simply hooks his neck, raises her head and kisses him.

White ink cold suddenly opened his eyes, in front of the little woman red face, clumsy kiss his lips, small tongue disorderly want to knock his teeth, into his mouth.

A wisp of smile confessed that the bottom of Mo Han's eyes appeared, and the tenderness on his face was unprecedented. He pressed the back of her head with one hand, held her shoulder with the other, and pushed her down.

Kiss, instantly become hot up, breathing also become heavy.

His lips ran over her tightly, his tongue got into her mouth, swept every inch, dragged her tongue to death.

His kiss is too fierce, the pressure of small you completely out of breath, the air in the lung were squeezed clean, just when she thought she was about to suffocate, white Mohan finally let her go.

He gasped, his eyes filled with a different flavor. When he opened his mouth, a low voice like flowing water flowed into her ears. "Don't tease me, little thing, or you may not be able to bear the consequences."

Small leisurely red face, shyly turn a face not to see him: "who teased you?"?! It's clear that you have to I have to... "

"What do I have to do? Well His voice with a low smile, like poppies in the middle of the night, listen to once will be addictive.

His breath sprayed on his ears. His ears were itchy. Xiaoyou rubbed against the side and tried to escape. However, he was pulled into his arms by baimohan's long arm. Her face became more red. She could not help but get angry: "nothing! Don't know

He gave a low smile and didn't get angry.

There was no sound on his head for a long time. Xiaoyou thought that when he was asleep, baimohan finally said: "it's good."

"Ah?" What's the meaning of this? It's mindless. "I said, it's so good that you can see your heart beat, your temperature and your taste as soon as you look down. Now all of them belong to me, and..." Bai Mohan's eyebrows and eyes became more and more gentle. His big hand fell gently on her stomach and caressed her lovingly: "here, there is our

baby. It's so nice."

Xiaoyou also lowers her head and puts her little hand in his big hand. The baby is still small and can't touch anything, but she seems to be able to feel the beating of her little life.

"Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?" White ink cold face unconsciously emerged a wisp of yearning expression.

"Do you like boys or girls?"

"Well, boys and girls can, as long as you are born, I like it," Bai Mohan happily kisses her cheek, "but it's better to be a daughter, just like you."

Xiaoyou is also yearning for what he said, but he suddenly thinks of their first child, who has gone to heaven before he can have a look at the world.

"What's the matter? I've wrinkled my face into a bun. Are you afraid that my daughter will compete with you after she is born? " He laughed and rubbed her wrinkled face.

Xiaoyou can't smile: "Bai Mohan, do you remember the child before us?"

The smile on Bai Mo Han's face gradually disappeared, and a trace of pain appeared in his eyes.

The child

It's the pain of his whole life. Even now, he will fall into deep remorse.

"How could I forget him? That's our first child He gently hugged Xiaoyou, the action was so gentle: "that child must have a good life in heaven now, or maybe the baby in his belly is him now?"

"Really?" Xiao you raised his head, his eyes twinkled with tears. White Mo Han sighed and rubbed her small head: "whether it is or not, we must believe that he must be living well now. So we have to live a good life. Don't think about it. Go to sleep. You are still very weak. You need to rest and study more. Don't forget that you still have a baby to take care of.

"

"Well." Xiaoyou answered cleverly, closed his eyes and buried his face in his arms.

In my dream, maybe I can see her baby

This night, Xiaoyou sleeps very well. She hasn't had such a good sleep for a long time.

When she opened her eyes, Bai Mohan was no longer with her. She stretched herself and sat up. Before she had time to look for Bai Mohan, the door of the room was pushed open. Then, a strong fragrance of millet came into her nostrils.

"Awake?" Bai Mohan is holding a plate full of things.

Xiaoyou's eyes were shining, and his stomach was cooing with him: "Wow, it's delicious."

White Mo Han will breakfast set, just sit to her side, pinch her small nose, smile: "hungry bad? The millet porridge specially bought for you is for warming your stomach. Drink it while it's hot. "

Stomach warming

"Bai Mohan, you Is the stomach better? " She suddenly remembered that day's dispute. He had stomach bleeding and was admitted to the hospital. At that time, she was worried, but because she had no position, she could only hide that worry in her heart."Me? Well, seeing you, it's all right. " Her care is very helpful to Bai Mohan.

But Xiaoyou had a straight face and was very serious: "I mean it! Bai Mohan, why do you always pay so little attention to your body? Know clearly oneself stomach is bad, still drink? Don't you want to die? "

"But if you don't drink, your heart will hurt. It's killing." He put down the things in his hand, looked at her seriously, and said word by word: "Xiaoyou, you don't know, that kind of pain is much more serious than gastric bleeding."

"You..." Xiaoyou for a time, she was surrounded by Luo yunzhan and Ziqing, but Bai Mohan? Every day from the company back home, empty only he a person, not even a speaker. He must have hurt more than himself.

Think of here, she was distressed to seize his big hand: "will not, whether it is your stomach, or your heart, I will take good care of."

"With you, even if I stay in the hospital again, I will be satisfied." Bai Mo Han laughs happily. Xiao you seldom tells him such emotional words. Every time he hears it, it's like getting treasure.

"No nonsense! If you dare to stay in hospital again, I won't care about you! " She quickly covered his mouth, this person is really boundless, unexpectedly still want to be hospitalized. "Well, well, I won't say any more. Come on, have a meal first, and it will be cold later." White Mo Han smiles, for her Sheng good millet porridge.