My Previous Fraternal Twins

Slow down. " He said in a warm voice.

Tang Wanrou looked at Mo Zichen with tenderness like water: "it's all right."

It is worthy of being an actor. He hides the tenderness of human nature and kindness of heart in place.

Mo Zichen saw that she was not angry, and he liked her more: "it's okay, let's go back."

Mo Yuxin originally thought that Tang Wanrou would turn against herself immediately. Unexpectedly, she made a fool of herself by doing so!

She hung her eyelashes and said, "sister-in-law, yes, yes, sorry, I just got you."

Between the lines of Mo Yuxin's words are worry, uneasiness, and a trace of fear.

To outsiders, he is like a frightened kitten at the moment!

As she spoke, she looked forward with worry, and her eyes were full of sincere guilt!

Tang Wanrou snorted coldly.

But his face showed a gentle smile and said, "it's not in the way. You don't mean to. Don't be so reckless next time."

In fact, Tang Wanrou's heart wanted to press her into the soil and hurt her.

"I see, thank you, sister-in-law." Mo Yuxin answered skillfully. When he lowered his head, the corners of his mouth quietly aroused a touch of cold feeling.

Each of them entered the villa with evil intentions.

Seeing that Tang Wanrou was almost knocked down by Mo Yuxin, the mother of the Mohist school also sank her face.

But Mo Yuxin is still useful at present, so there is no need to tear his face.

She pretended to ignore and followed her into the villa.

Several people went to the living room. Rong Wanxian simply explained, and she went to Mozi Chen's room to clean up for him.

Mo Yuxin pestered him to ask for warmth.

And Tang Wanrou quietly accompanied him and listened to their dialogue.

Her quiet and clever appearance made Mo Zichen like it more and more. Tang Wanrou was originally pleasing to the eye. At this time, her performance added a little favor to her.

Mo Zichen talked with Mo Yuxin one sentence at a time, but Yu Guang in the corner of his eye was silently paying attention to Tang Wanrou.

Her every frown and smile was printed in his eyes.

Tang Wanrou knew that Mozi Chen was looking at himself at this time, and she was secretly happy.

She slowly raised her head. Her tender eyes were just opposite Mozi Chen's hot eyes. They looked at each other and smiled.

Mo Zichen lowered his head. Having never experienced these things of love between men and women, he blushed under Tang Wanrou's eyes.

Seeing this, Tang Wanrou suddenly said, "I'll pour you a cup of hot water."

"OK." Mo Zichen responded with some godlessness.

When Tang Wanrou poured the hot water and handed it to him, he said in a warm voice, "it's a little hot. Drink slowly."

He took the cup from her hand. "When did we get married?"

He asked with some curiosity.

Tang Wanrou was stunned.

But he soon recovered, with a faint smile on his face.

"At the beginning of the year," Tang Wanrou answered truthfully.

"Without wine and wedding, are you not afraid that I will never wake up if I marry a vegetable?" Mo Zichen continued.

In his case, it is estimated that his mother spent a lot of money or other things to exchange her for a perfect woman like Tang Wanrou.

Otherwise, no one wants to marry him, a useless man lying in bed.

Tang Wanrou lowered her head, her thick eyelashes trembled, as if she had been greatly wronged, but she bit her lips and said nothing.

This made Mo Zichen's heart tighten, thinking that Tang Wanrou was cheated by her mother, or other reasons she didn't want to say.

Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, Mo Zichen didn't force: "it's all right. If you don't want to say it, don't say it. Just give birth to the child here."

Speaking of children, Mo Zichen's dark and deep eyes fell on Tang Wanrou's stomach again.

There, with his child!

Then Mozi Chen's mouth flashed an imperceptible smile, which was so shallow that he didn't even notice it.

This child is Tang Wanrou's handle, so she should grasp it well.

Seeing Mo Zichen's eyes staring at her stomach, Tang wanroute stood up before her intention, making her less pregnant stomach look more round and straight.

A moment later, Tang Wanrou blushed and said shyly, "OK."

After a pause, she murmured, "will you be with us forever?"

Mo Zichen listened to her and was stunned.

She is imperceptibly forcing herself.

He looked at her, their eyes facing each other.

Mo Zichen disliked threats most.

But when she saw the tenderness and the light of hope in Tang Wanrou's eyes, all her unhappiness dissipated in an instant.

He answered loudly: "yes, we are a family and will always be together. As long as you don't do anything sorry for me, I will always take you."

Hearing Mo Zichen's words, Tang Wanrou's eyes suddenly turned red and his nose felt sour.

It was probably because she was too short of love that she heard such a reply and was filled with melancholy.

She secretly collected the tears in her eyes, and then nodded heavily to Mozi Chen: "well, a family together."

As Tang Wanrou spoke, he couldn't help thinking of what Mozi Chen had just said. I'm sorry for him. She had done it long before she married him!

She subconsciously stretched out her hand and put it on her lower abdomen to feel the magic of life.

But her little move made Mo Zichen mistakenly think that she liked the baby in her belly.

On one side, Mo Yuxin saw Tang Wanrou's little tricks, and a light smile came up at the corner of her mouth.

After a while.

The master mother of Mohism came out of Mozi Chen's room. She walked to Tang Wanrou without expression: "you sleep with Zichen at night to take care of him."

Tang Wanrou looked at Mo Zichen, but his face was red and could drop blood.

"Yes." she had no reason to refuse, so she nodded gently.

This is not a bad thing for Tang Wanrou. Only when they have more contact can they have feelings. Therefore, at the moment, she doubts whether the master mother of Mohism wants them to be together.

Right now.

Mo Zichen said, "Mom, she is pregnant and needs a good rest, not to take care of me."

"It's all right. My stomach is still small. I'll take care of you." Tang Wanrou said hurriedly.

For fear of being shut out the next second.

"I don't agree." Mo Zichen still refused.

He got used to it alone and suddenly had a wife and children, so Mo Zichen couldn't digest it for a time.

He can only adapt step by step.

Seeing that he insisted, the master mother of Mohism no longer reluctantly said, "well, I'll let the servant guard at the door, so it's convenient for you to get up at night."

"OK, thank you, mom." when Mo Zichen spoke, he also took a special look at Tang Wanrou.