Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

Mo Qingyan frowned, "where did this dress come from?"

She usually loves beauty, so she never wears this type of clothes.

Li tingzi helped her put it on and zipped it up.

Mo Qingyan didn't want to wear it. He locked him with big eyes. Li tingzi helped her pull it tightly before he answered her.

"I bought it for you."

At this time, the wardrobe is full of clothes he bought for her, and they are warm.

Mo Qingyan blinked. "Do you have anything better?"

But Li tingjue took her hand as if he hadn't heard it, and then took her out.

"Li tingjue, where am I talking? Have you arrived?"

A pregnant woman has a bad temper, but only Li Ting can cure her.

"You look good."

He led her downstairs, out of their villa and towards the parking garage.

Mo Qingyan saw Li Beicheng walking in the yard with the blue feather butterfly's hand. They were talking and laughing with their fingers clenched. However, I saw as like as two peas in the blue feather butterfly.

Her eyes stared slightly, "the clothes you and dad chose for us?"

Li tingjue also saw his parents. His feelings are really good.

"Yes, my father insisted on choosing the same one as me. I can't help it."

It turned out that pregnant women in the Li family wore the same clothes. Mo Qingyan thought he wanted to laugh.

When passing the two, Mo Qingyan called them.

"Dad, mom, are you walking?"

Blue feather butterfly stops when she hears Mo Qingyan's sweet voice. Her beautiful face is full of smiles.

"I feel much better now, so I want to exercise more."

Mo Qingyan feels unfair. Others are pregnant like nothing, but she is so uncomfortable. Now, I thought there was a mother-in-law like her. Unexpectedly, people don't feel bad anymore.

Mo Qingyan smiled bitterly, "well, it's time to exercise more. It'll be better then."

Blue feather butterfly is an old woman, so it's hard for her to have children. Fortunately, Li Beicheng has been with her all the time, so no matter how hard it is, she thinks it's worth it.

Li tingjue said a few words with Li Beicheng, and then the couple went to the garage. Li tingjue opened Bentley's door and carefully let Mo Qingyan sit in.

He got in the car and turned to ask her.

"Should you sit in the back?"

After all, he was worried about the danger ahead.

Mo Qingyan felt more and more that he had changed, as if he had to ask about everything? Afraid of her discomfort and her injury.

"Husband, I'm just pregnant. I'm not sick. It's not as serious as you think."

Li tingjue looked at the position of her lower abdomen. He didn't feel it at all. Men really have no sense of participation in having children. Unlike her, the child is in her stomach.

He frowned. "Well, I'll drive slowly."

Now he won't let the driver drive for her. He does it himself. He only likes himself.

Two hours after arriving at Mo's house, Mo Qingyan woke up. When I woke up, I found that I was covered with a thin blanket.

She sat up straight and yawned.

"Are you there? My waist hurts?"

Li tingjue stopped the car. "Here, I'll let you sleep a little more. Shall I rub it for you?"

He had stretched out his hand and rubbed her waist.

Mo Qingyan was a little itchy and scolded with a smile.

"No, No."

But Li tingjue rubbed it for her very seriously without any other meaning. This serious look fascinated Mo Qingyan.

She kissed him on the face and whispered, "husband, it's very kind of you!"