Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

Li tingjue kissed her sweet little mouth again, "I think so."

The two had a good time on the cruise ship. The chef on the cruise ship cooked lunch for them. When they were pushed in front of them, Mo Qingyan was very happy to see that they were all her favorite dishes.

It was evening when they got home, because they were still watching the stars on the cruise ship. Mo Qingyan kept laughing on the way home.

"Husband, I'm so happy today."

She felt that today was the most romantic day. She went to sea to catch fish, and he also picked a bead for her. She held it in her hand at this time. Later, she must make an ornament, which she picked by herself.

Li Ting Jue pulled her lips and smiled. She had been on the island for more than ten days. She was very happy every day, and he enjoyed it very much.

If only I could live like this with her all my life.

They talked and laughed as they entered the manor and found that the light inside was on, as if someone was walking around.

Mo Qingyan asked nervously, "Jue, look at someone in the house."

Li tingjue also saw that the people who can enter here are other people's confidants. So he thought something might happen and they would wait for them here.

"Don't be afraid, it may be throwing knives."

Mo Qingyan was relieved. After all, Jue's body is not better than before, so she can't let him fall into a little danger.

When they entered the living room, the knife relaxed when they saw the tight look on their faces.

"Young master, young lady, you are back."

Li tingjue knew that if it weren't for the big thing, Throwing Knife wouldn't appear here.

He took the fish into the kitchen. Mo Qingyan looked at him as if nothing had happened. Instead, he threw a knife and looked very serious.

Mo Qingyan took off his hat, took it in his hand, and then pointed to the sofa.

"Flying knife, sit down!"

Flying dagger saw the happy appearance of the two people. He was completely living, but what he wanted to say next was to break their world.

Feidao sat down and looked at the kitchen. Seeing that Li tingjue had not come out, he looked at Mo Qingyan who poured water for him.

"Young madam, old Mo died this morning."

Mo Qingyan's water cup fell and made a huge sound. Her expression condensed all at once, with tears in her eyes and shaking her head all the time.

"Impossible, impossible."

Hearing the news, Li tingjue kept fresh and came out. Seeing Mo Qingyan's expression, he slightly twisted his eyebrows.

"What happened?"

Hearing Li tingjue's voice, Mo Qingyan seemed to find a sense of security. She ran to him and rushed into his arms. Her tears could no longer be restrained.

"Husband, my grandpa, my grandpa died."

Li tingjue was also surprised, "who?"

After all, she has two grandfathers. He hasn't figured out whether it's the king or master mo.

Seeing Mo Qingyan's sad appearance, Feidao thought she might not be able to say it, so he said it for her.

"Master Mo died this morning."

Li tingjue's heart was also suddenly tight. He had seen him before he came. He was fine. How could he suddenly go?

He raised his hand and patted Mo Qingyan, comforting: "we'll go back right away."

Mo Qingyan heard her words and raised her head. Her face was full of tears. She cried like a child. She nodded her head.

"Go back, I want to go back and see him. I didn't even see him last. I'm sorry for Grandpa."

Although Mo Laozi is not her own grandfather, in recent years in Lincheng, the relationship between her and Mo Laozi is true. She has always regarded him as her relatives.