Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

Two men, one big and one small, looked at her disdainfully, and she pretended not to see it and continued to eat her noodles.

Nangong Ao said quietly, "we are men and want to spoil women, so Mommy can eat noodles like this, but we can't."

He demonstrated how to eat noodles gracefully. Liang Zixing looked at the noodles in the bowl. There were green vegetables and beef. The nutrition was good.

"It's delicious. Do you often eat alone?"

Liang Zixing asked as he spoke, because he thought he was lonely when he ate noodles, and mommy was happy when she ate noodles!

This comparison shows that mommy lives in a lively family, while daddy is often alone.

Hearing his words, Liang MuQing raised her head. The two father and son finally stopped just looking at each other and began to communicate. She didn't mean to make a noise and interposed.

"Daddy also has family, and it's a lot of family."

"Oh..."

His small mouth tooted slightly, sent out a word "Oh", and then lowered his head to eat noodles.

Under the dim light, a family of three ate a simple dinner. Liang MuQing always peeks at them from time to time until all the noodles are finished. Liang Zixing yawned. He hardly slept last night. He was afraid that he would be torn apart when he fell asleep.

"I'll go to bed first. I'm so sleepy."

He was very independent. After eating noodles, he took up water and rinsed his mouth. Then he took off his shoes and put them neatly by the bed, climbed into bed and lay down.

Seeing that he was so independent, Nangong Ao asked.

"He is really sensible."

Liang MuQing ate the last mouthful of noodles, and she thought so herself.

"Nangong Ao, have you ever thought about what your children look like?"

Nangong Ao helped her clean up disposable dishes and chopsticks, and then put his strong arms around her waist. The hot breath sprayed on her ears, mixed with a faint smell of Cologne.

"Yes, it's similar to Xiaoxing."

In fact, this is used to deceive the servant. He can't imagine what his child is like? Until now, I see him sleeping in a small bed, and he looks three like him and seven like her.

Liang MuQing washed the pan of noodles and put it in the cabinet.

She turned around and put her arms around his neck.

"Really?"

She didn't believe that if he imagined Xiaoxing, why didn't he recognize his son when he saw Xiaoxing on the first side.

Anyway, there's nothing a little woman can do to get into trouble.

Nangong Ao leaned his face against her face and licked her little face with his tongue.

"As like as two peas," we should have a daughter.

After that, his kiss moved to the strength of her neck and bit it down. Liang MuQing could hardly stand still. All the pictures on the bus that day appeared in her mind.

That feeling she must cry out, and Xiaoxing just sleeps in bed and let him hear. What can I do?

Her reason was restored in an instant, and her hands were against his chest.

"No, No."

Nangong Ao's eyes radiated fire to eat him, and he snorted impatiently.

"I'm in a very good mood, so I really want it now. Don't refuse me, okay?"

Then he sealed her little mouth and wrapped her wet and soft tongue, which made her soft all at once. He could only hold him tightly with both hands.

Both of them could not help kissing. Nangong Ao's mouth rose slightly, and the servant changed. Unlike before, he did it with her. She was always strong.

And now she is enjoying, enjoying this love with him.