Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

Mu Yansheng still compromised. With his help, he stood up and went straight out. Some time ago, he sent someone to slightly improve the environment around the villa. All the poplar trees planted on both sides of the road that fell in winter were removed and replaced by evergreen trees that are dense and green all the year round.

Wutong, Wutong, don't you say Song Meiling love French Indus? Jiang Jieshi is full of French Indus in Nanjing. I know you don't love the fallen leaves of poplar trees, so I changed this street into a four year old evergreen tree. Fu held her shoulder and walked with her in the shade of the tree. The sun tore through the gaps between the leaves and plated their heads with a layer of gold.

Mu Yansheng smiled. Unexpectedly, he remembered what he had said before. He gently stroked his lower abdomen, leaned on his shoulder, and stood under the thick love. She only felt comfortable.

"Oh." Suddenly, there was a movement in her abdomen. She couldn't help but stop and let out a light cry at her mouth. Fu uniform immediately became nervous and wrapped her in his arms for fear of making her feel a little uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" He asked nervously, with a slight frown on his sword eyebrow and concern in his eyes.

"He kicked me just now." Mu Yansheng stroked his increasingly pregnant belly, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and a slight smile appeared on his face. His words were full of a sense of happiness.

"Come on, let's sit down and have a rest." Fu qinzun helped her to a bench, sat beside her, bent down, put his ears on her lower abdomen, and put his long arm around her slender waist. He looked very serious.

"He moved again." Fu uniform Zun felt excited by the baby's fetal movement. His face was full of surprise and excitement. He didn't know that he thought he was a new father. Before she was born, he couldn't accompany her through these days. Now he finally has this opportunity. He must take advantage of it.

When she looked at him, she couldn't help feeling warm in her heart. The corners of her mouth raised a beautiful radian slightly, and her eyes were suddenly clear.

"Well, get up and let people see the joke." When she saw several figures coming not far away, she patted him on the shoulder and reminded him. He put down his curiosity and freshness, sat up straight and hugged her in his arms.

When those people passed by them, they couldn't help glancing one after another. Fu qiaozun was originally a brilliant man. No matter what kind of dress he wore or where he sat, he was the focus of attention. At this time, there was another her beside him. Such a warm and eye-catching picture, how can people not envy him?

"Have you figured out our daughter's name?" Mu Yansheng suddenly thought of this. He thought that he had long wanted to name his daughter. Now after so many days, there should be something.

"What's the hurry? Don't you still think about it? Our daughter's name must be different." He slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, with a faint smile on his face, but his narrow and deep eyes were full of determination and confidence. It seemed that he had an idea in his heart, but he just didn't say it.

Mu Yansheng saw that his mouth was so strict and didn't ask any more. He believed that his eyes would not be bad.

The pregnant woman has the most strange taste. Mu Yansheng wants sour and spicy for a while. The servants at home are preparing in turn for fear that they might inadvertently neglect her. Fu qizun is also obedient to her and completely spoiled her to the sky. He held her carefully in the palm of his hand for fear that she might knock and touch her.

"Mom, come and play with me." With a football in her arms, she walked up to her, blinked her big black eyes and said a word with milk.

Mu Yansheng's stomach grew bigger and bigger day by day. She found that she didn't have fun with burning for a long time. It was the servant who took care of him all the time, and her mother's attention was all focused on stillbirth, and she really ignored burning.

"My sister is in my mother's stomach, so my mother can't play ball with you. Why don't you sit here and tell you a story?" She was about to pull burning to her side, but just reached out and found that she undoubtedly underestimated burning's height. It had been more than half a year, and he had grown a lot taller. She didn't hold his hand, but fell on his thigh.

"I don't want to listen to stories. I just want to play ball. My mother doesn't like me when she has a sister. Hum!" Children are always jealous. It happened that Fu qizun heard his words. He immediately came over, put down the fruit tray in his hand and looked at the fire.

"Burning burning, you are almost nine years old. You are a big child. How can you talk to your mother like that? Apologize quickly!" He pulled him over, and his tone was a little excited in a hurry. His face was a little fierce. He was cold and alienated when he didn't laugh, let alone angry.

Burning was undoubtedly frightened by him. He stood still and dared not move. He tooted his small mouth and looked wronged. He was about to cry, but he still endured it.

"Mom, I'm sorry." He finally apologized. Although Fu uniform was not a full strict father at ordinary times, he never had to discuss such matters and disciplined his children obediently.

"Okay, okay, it's okay. Mom forgives you." Mu Yansheng can also understand the child's psychology. After all, she seldom spends her mind on burning. It's normal for him to play with a small temper, so naturally she doesn't care much.

Fu qinzun sat next to her, pulled the flame to his front and kept a level height with him. Every time he wanted to reason with the child, he would keep the same height as the child. He felt that in fact, children and adults are equal. Only equal dialogue, not arrogant lessons, can make the child really listen to it.

"Burning burning, you should remember that no matter how many brothers and sisters you have in the future, mom and dad will always love you. They will never be partial to anyone, nor will they share the love they gave you to others. You are always the most important person in mom and dad's heart."

Fu qiaozun spoke seriously and straightly to the burning eyes. His eyes were full of confidence and determination. His seriousness was something that no one could resist refutation, even if burning was his own son.

"I see, Dad. I'm sorry." Burning is still obediently soft, slightly lowered his head, the voice is very tender, people can't help but feel distressed.