Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

"Yan Sheng, you are my woman. You are what I am. No matter how young and beautiful those little girls are, they are less than one tenth of yours." He is still domineering and arrogant. He seems to be so confident and determined anytime and anywhere. His noble temperament has not decreased at all, but he is more calm and mature in planning strategies.

"Jing will pick it up and say it." She lowered her head slightly and gave him a white look. Her long hair scattered on her shoulder and blocked half of her face. Although she didn't show anything, she felt like she was stained with honey. She thought his lips were very thin and beautiful, as if they were born for kissing. I didn't think he was particularly beautiful when talking about love.

"When did I say something bad?" He raised his head, the corners of his mouth were light, and a gentle arc appeared on his hard face. A pair of deep eyes were as quiet and moving as night water. Even in the bright sun, they were not inferior, so people couldn't help falling.

She didn't speak. This kind of publicity of narcissism is not the first time for him. Anyway, he doesn't feel good about himself. It's really excellent, but no matter what aspect, he definitely has the capital of narcissism.

"When the child is born, let's go to Bali again." She thought in her heart for a moment, pulled the corners of his clothes, gently raised the corners of her mouth, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, and her eyebrows were full of charming.

"Haven't you been there last time? Why don't you change to a new place? Maldives is also good." He was a little puzzled. He didn't see anything special about Nanjing last time he walked around with her. He didn't know why Mu Yansheng liked it so much.

"But I just want to go to Bali." She pouted her lips, her voice was a little angry, her eyes were full of hope and longing, and her attitude was firm and abnormal.

"Well, I'll go with you." He still relaxed and nodded. He would accompany her wherever she wanted to go.

Her pregnancy was approaching day by day, and the due date was still a few days away. He accompanied her to the hospital. Anteng arranged the best ward in the hospital for her, and the nurses were the most experienced. She worked very seriously and responsibly. Although she lived well, she didn't like to smell the smell of disinfectant water in the hospital.

"Good, bear it for a few more days, and we will be discharged from the hospital soon." He rubbed her long hair and asked the servant to bring a lot of flowers from the outside. When there was a fragrance of flowers in the house, the smell of disinfectant became lighter. The fragrance of flowers was refreshing and smelled particularly comfortable. Originally, a solemn White was dotted with a lot of eyes.

"I want to see this. Read it to me." She turned a few pages of the book in her hand and saw the story she wanted to read, but her head was so low that her neck was a little sour. She was too lazy to read, so she stuffed the book into his hand.

He sat beside her, her head resting on his thigh, and read it word by word with patience. His voice was low and gentle, and his feelings were properly embedded, which made the original dull story much more vivid.

She couldn't help laughing, her shoulders trembled, and the long black and supple hair scattered on his white shirt, and the threads penetrated through the gap of his shirt in front of him. She moved a little, and the long hair scratched through the skin on his chest and abdomen, bringing inch by inch crispy itching.

She originally thought his voice was beautiful when he spoke love words, domineering when he taught people, publicized when he was happy, and fierce when he was angry, but she didn't expect that telling stories would be as sweet and affectionate. If he wasn't the president of Fu Group, I'm afraid he could go out and tell stories, especially the way he is tolerant to coax her now, which is almost eye-catching.

At night, she felt a little tired and fell asleep beside him. She was always restless during this time. She was a little better in recent days. He gently hugged her and lifted her broken hair scattered on her side face behind her ears, so that she could sleep a little more safely.

Sleep to midnight, her stomach gradually came a little pain, she sideways, want to sleep again, but the spirit is more and more awake, she clearly realized that the pain is more and more intense.

"Ah -" she cried softly at her mouth. Fu qiaozun immediately woke up, turned on the light at the head of the bed and called the doctor as soon as possible.

After a while, the doctors came and pushed her to the operating room. Antang received the news and took the knife in person. Fu qiaozun waited outside. Fu Zhenzhen also rushed over with her servant. Although it was midnight, the family was very sober. Giving birth to a child was a big event. Everyone was nervous.

Fu qinzun kept looking at the time and paced back and forth in the corridor. He didn't stop for a moment. I don't know how long it took. The light at the door of the operating room finally went out. Antang came out and took off his mask.

"Congratulations, mother and son." He smiled and said that although he was tired after a few hours of surgery, he still couldn't hide his joy.

As soon as they heard this, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Fu qiaozun's tight face finally relaxed, and the corners of his mouth raised gently. There was excitement and relief in that smile. A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Just now his heart was nervous, and now he was relieved.

Mu Yansheng was pushed out of the delivery room. Just after giving birth to the baby, she was very weak, so she didn't wake up. Fu Zhenzhen was very happy and refused to let go of her baby. The nurse came to remind her to take the baby to the nursery. She reacted and handed the baby to the nurse.

Fu qiaozun has been with her by the bed. Although she hasn't woken up and can't hear him, he is still happy to accompany her, as if looking at her face for a lifetime.

The sky was white, and the early morning sun also came in through the window. The servant inserted fresh flowers in the ward. The petals were still stained with drops of morning dew, full of vigorous vitality and vitality, which made people feel good at first sight.

She gradually had a little consciousness. Her fatigue passed and slowly opened her eyes. She just wanted to raise her hand, but she found that her right hand was tightly held by him, and her palms were sweating a lot of sticky sweat.

He sat by the bed and took a nap. He felt her movement. He immediately recovered, opened his eyes and saw her wake up. His eyes suddenly brightened up, with unspeakable joy and excitement on his face.

"Great, you finally wake up. Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?" He raised his hand and stroked her forehead. He asked her several questions in a series. He was too excited to speak.

"I'm not hungry. Where's the baby?" She smiled and shook her head. This was the first thing she thought of.