Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

Her little expression was full of reluctance on her face.

Li tingjue lifted her chin and kissed her lips, from light to heavy. His kissing skill was very good.

Mo Qingyan couldn't stand steadily and grabbed her clothes with both hands.

Li tingjue felt the change of her breathing and the tightness of her body, and loosened her lips.

"Tomorrow night's bridal chamber, we'll continue."

With that, he turned her around, and he turned too, back to back.

"Xiaoyan, let's race to see who goes back to the room first. The loser has to massage the winner tomorrow."

Mo Qingyan smiled and heard his countdown.

“3、2、1……”

Mo Qingyan ran forward quickly, while Li tingjue turned around and watched her run to the opposite building. The mood in the bottom of his eyes fainted a little.

His eyes became deeper and deeper. He waited a long time until today.

"Xiaoyan, in front of you, I am willing to be the loser," he said quietly.

If a man is willing to admit defeat in front of a woman, he must love her very much. If a man wants to win over women in everything, but will not give in at all, what he loves most is himself.

Mo Qingyan ran up the second floor and saw that he was still standing where he was, so he stretched out his head and waved to him.

"Jue, why don't you run?"

Li Ting Jue picked his eyebrow and smiled, "I want to see you enter the room."

Mo Qingyan's heart suddenly tightened, a burst of warmth in his heart, so he nodded his head gently.

She went into the room and closed the door. Li tingjue stood for a while before walking to her room.

Qiao'er and Uncle Wang saw what they had just done in the main building. There was a trace of fog in qiao'er's eyes.

"Dad, it's warm only when you're with her."

Uncle Wang smoked and looked at his daughter. He felt that he had done wrong and should not want qiao'er to marry Jue. Now he has hurt his daughter. She is 24 years old, but she has no heart to marry.

"Qiao'er, you can see that he is like this when he loves someone. Forced love will not be happy. Dad hopes you can find him who belongs to you."

Qiao'er nodded lightly, but in her heart, it was the most perfect. It seemed too difficult to find someone better than him.

With such a person in my heart, it seems impossible to let others live in.

The heart is too small to fit into the next person's position.

The next morning, Mo Qingyan got up. Qiao'er took a group of girls into her room.

Mo Qingyan looked at them, "qiao'er, are you here to make up for me?"

Qiao'er put the white gauze on the bed. The wedding dress was designed by Li tingjue for her. Qiao'er made it by herself. In fact, in qiao'er's heart, looking at Li Ting's absolute happiness is her greatest happiness.

So she made her own wedding dress for his bride. She once dreamed that it would be better if she were the one who wore it.

"Sister in law, you are the bride today. We will dress you up."

Mo Qingyan sat in front of the dressing mirror and let them play with her. She didn't see herself clearly until she put on her white gauze and stood in front of the mirror.

At this time, she is a real bride. This is what she imagined from childhood.

What Li tingjue designed for her was a very formal grade white yarn skirt, pure white color, and the sleeves were transparent yarn. Hair spread out, wearing a wreath on his head, very simple. But it is full of immortality.

Mo Qingyan is very satisfied, simple and immortal. This is the wedding dress she wants most. He really knows her.