Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

The blue feather butterfly pinned the brooch on her clothes and showed it to them.

"Isn't it particularly beautiful?"

The old lady cast her eyes, "beautiful, as beautiful as yourself!"

Everyone agrees with the old lady. When she was young, blue feather butterfly must be suffocating. She was gorgeous and beautiful. People who saw her would guess that there must be many stories when she was young.

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Blue feather butterfly and Li Tingfan stayed in Lincheng for a week, and then went back to rice city. After all, that's their home. And Li Tingfan has to go back to Li tingjue to manage the company, so he can't stay here.

After they left, the Li family was quiet again. Only when the three children came back from school, the family would become lively.

That day, Mo Qingyan was a little tired after painting all day. When he went downstairs, Li tingjue had just entered the door and was changing his shoes. She went over and hugged him around the waist. "Are you back?"

Now they are like newlyweds. He pesters her every night, and she begins to get used to his rhythm and enjoy the time with him.

The children are completely taken care of by two old people. There are many servants there, so she doesn't care about the children any more. She just wants to talk to Li Ting about you and me.

Li tingjue kissed her lips, which was hard to give up.

Mo Qingyan was stirred by her for a few times and felt weak all over.

"Little smoke, why don't we have dinner in the room?"

Mo Qingyan knew what he meant and turned his head. Fortunately, there was no servant in the hall. She shook her head again and again.

"No, you won't eat well then."

Instead, she ate her. She didn't want to, so she took him and asked him to wash his hands and prepare for dinner.

When they entered the restaurant, Mo Qingyan looked at the table. There were hot and sour fish she liked to eat, so she bit her chopsticks and smiled.

"You allow me to eat these things now?"

Li tingzi picked up a fish and put it on the plate in front of her, "because you like it."

He said he would be satisfied as long as she liked it. In the past, he always forced her to eat nutritious food, but she didn't like it. Even if he forced her, he couldn't eat it. Now he figured out that he loved her, not forced her.

Mo Qingyan tasted it. It tasted great, so he asked the servant aside.

"Have you changed the cook?"

The servant smiled back at her, "well, the young master has found a new cook."

Mo Qingyan looked at him again. He was holding chopsticks gracefully and looked very good. There was no response to Mo Qingyan's eyes.

Mo Qingyan stretched out his foot, put it on his thigh, and then rubbed it.

Li tingjue glanced over with a warning. She knew he was afraid of her, but she deliberately teased him, and the servant was still there.

Mo Qingyan is more presumptuous and moves to the root of his thigh. Then he said to him sweetly, "thank you, husband!"

Li tingjue held her little foot and gently buttoned the soles of her feet. She itched and pulled back quickly.

Under the warm yellow light, the atmosphere was very good. Li tingjue brought vegetables to her from time to time, and she also brought them to him. Such a dinner was delicious and sweet even in her heart.

The servant came in with Mo Qingyan's mobile phone, "young lady, your phone is ringing."

Mo Qingyan took the phone and saw that it was Uncle Qi's number. She connected.

"Uncle Qi."

The smile on her face is still there, because she is absolutely looking at Li Ting at this time.

"Madam, the old man is ill. Come and see him?"

The smile on Mo Qingyan's face disappeared when he heard that Mo Laozi was ill. Although he was not her own grandfather, he was very kind to her in those years in Lincheng.

"OK, I'll come right away."

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