Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

Ling Zimo likes Mo Qingyan since childhood. Because she is beautiful and still a cold mother, she has special feelings for her. Of course, she won't refuse her.

"OK, aunt."

The two agreed on the address, and she hung up politely.

Li Yifan couldn't help laughing at her respectful appearance.

She regarded Mo Qingyan as her mother-in-law, but he couldn't figure out whether she recognized Yu or Han?

Ling Zimo then had breakfast. "Brother, don't look at me like that. I know what I do, and I will be responsible."

She just didn't think about it for the time being. She was a little angry when she got the certificate.

Li Yifan picked up his napkin and wiped his mouth gracefully. He had eaten well.

"This is your business. Only you know what you want most? Don't regret crying to me at that time."

He can help her with anything else, but he can't help her with emotional matters.

Even if he wanted to spoil his sister and give her everything she wanted, he still couldn't get in the emotional world.

Seeing Li Yifan going out of the restaurant, she suddenly called him.

"Brother, don't regret losing the opportunity like me. ANN has a good market, and I think the ring on her neck is very special. She has been wearing it since she was a child and said it was sent by a little boy. Aren't you afraid that the little boy will appear when she grows up?"

She knew that my brother expanded his career to Lincheng just to be closer to An'an, although he didn't show it. But she knows that my brother often goes to my poor house just to see Ann.

Li Yifan paused, and an unexpected light flashed in his cold eyes. He looked at his sister.

"She told you?"

Ling Zimo also ate well. She got up and narrowed her lazy eyes like a cat.

"I asked, especially for you."

She has no chance, so she wants to remind her brother to learn to cherish when she has a chance.

Li Yifan stepped outside the restaurant. He took the briefcase handed over by the servant and went out.

Ling Zimo went upstairs and changed his clothes. His hair was tied up, revealing his beautiful and full face. Carrying her bag and wearing a pair of silver shoes with diamonds, she walked slowly downstairs.

Xiaojuan is cleaning in the hall. When she sees her, she runs over quickly.

"Wow, miss, this is the latest summer dress of love language this year. It looks really good on you."

Ling Zimo looked down. The black gauze skirt was uneven, which made her slender legs more and more slender. She liked the design of this skirt and had a lot of personality.

At this time, she is like a black swan with slender white swan strength. Her arrogant appearance makes people only dare to look far away and dare not blaspheme Yan.

She smiled faintly, "you have a good eye."

This is indeed the latest fashion of love language. It has only appeared on the show of fashion week, but not in shopping malls. This girl should have seen the show, so she knows.

Xiaojuan watched Ling Zimo leave, she muttered.

"Is miss going on a date? It's so beautiful!"

Ling Zimo's car is still in the night palace. That car is her favorite, so when she plans to come back, she goes to the night palace to drive the car back, and asks the driver to take her to the agreed Nangong department store.

Before she got off the bus, she said to the driver, "go back. I'll go back by myself later."

The driver answered, "OK, second lady."

She glanced at the cafe on the corner with a slightly cold look, and then walked into the cafe. Her eyes swept around inside, looking for Mo Qingyan's figure, and her eyes were slightly dark.

Why is she here?