Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

Liang MuQing saw Liang Zi move and was afraid to wake her up, so she took Nangong Ao out of his room and went to her room.

Nangong Ao looked at her bedroom. He copied the past and still lacked one, that is, Liang MuQing's workshop. She didn't make clothes when he came, so he didn't find it.

At this time, there was a model at the position by the window. The clothes on it were not finished, but only half done. There were incomplete fabrics and her manuscripts on the table.

Nangong aogang was about to pick up the manuscripts. Liang MuQing quickly came and took them, put them in the drawer and locked them.

"You'd better not look."

She doesn't have much self-confidence now. She's afraid he'll read jokes, and he's so picky, so she'd better not let him see it.

Nangong Ao wrung his eyebrows, "you are very talented."

Liang MuQing was slightly surprised when she got up straight.

"You see?"

Nangong Ao sat on the sofa, his legs folded gracefully, and his blue eyes flashed a light.

"Don't look, I know."

She had been growing up beside him before. He saw everything about her. He cared about everything about her like a daughter and wanted to cultivate her into the person she wanted to be.

Liang MuQing sat beside him with big eyes like black grapes flickering.

"Oh, I hope you are right."

But she didn't even find a job. She began to doubt whether she had this talent. Moreover, recently, one thing after another, she didn't have time to find a job.

Nangong Ao reached out and touched her skin like milk, and his thumb rubbed her pink lips.

"Come to Nangong department store. I'll give you the platform you want."

As long as she comes, what kind of clothes does she want to make? He'll hold her up.

Liang MuQing shook her head. "I only do Nangong's wife, but I want to find a job myself."

She wants to do what she likes with her own strength. Although she was a little pitiful when she was young, she has been spoiled by Nangong Ao since she met him.

She hasn't experienced any storm. He has arranged everything for her. Sometimes she thinks her life is good.

Met him and got his shelter.

Nangong Ao looked at the time, "I should go."

Liang MuQing frowned, "wait a minute. I'll ask my father if we can go downstairs."

Seeing her nervous little appearance, Nangong Ao couldn't help but hook his lips, and his big hands with distinct bones were joined together.

"OK, you ask."

He still liked her so clever. He was obedient and timid when he thought of her former servant. Now she is a spoiled child, with her own thoughts and ideas.

Although he liked her so well behaved in the past, he wanted her to be the real herself and no longer depressed.

Liang MuQing called Liang Lei and whispered, "Dad, can we go downstairs?"

When Liang Lei heard his daughter's words, a smile appeared on his face. She was really a considerate little cotton padded jacket.

"Come down."

Hearing her father's amnesty, she hung up the phone with a smile and raised her eyebrows at Nangong Ao.

"Let's go."

What suddenly occurred to Nangong Ao?

"Won't your parents let you see your relatives?"

Otherwise, why didn't dad let them go downstairs? Is it because of him?

Liang MuQing thought, "I don't know. Alas, maybe my relatives know about my loss. My parents are afraid that they will ask me about my past, which will remind me of those terrible pictures and hurt me."