Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

Li tingjue knew what she meant, but he ignored her. His fingers were circling in the palm of her hand, which made her itch.

"Eat quickly. You must be hungry."

Then he brought her vegetables and watched her eat. The whole process ignored the others on the table.

Mo Qingyan began to enjoy such care, but several eyes fell on her and felt the pressure. I couldn't help glancing at the people on the table secretly. Angela ate "wheezing... Wheezing..." very seriously.

Only occasionally, he raised his little head, looked at this and which, and finally smiled at Li tingjue Tiantian.

His two sons stared at Li tingjue coldly, as if they were fighting in the space.

She nibbled her lip and felt that eating under such low pressure tasted like chewing wax.

So he tooted his mouth at Li tingjue and whispered, "it's all your fault. Look at the ice and sunshine. They are very angry."

Originally, the three children had the lack of father's love, so their psychology was very fragile. She had to pay attention to their mental health.

Li Ting would never care about others if he had his past temper. But now I see the little woman beside me with a sad and unhappy face. He thought about her, so he ate with chopsticks.

Talk to Lengran from time to time to divert your attention.

Mo Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief, and the ice and sunshine relaxed a lot. Angela was sleepy when she was full and hummed there.

"Angela, what's the matter with you?"

Angela yawned. "Sleep, Ann wants to sleep."

Mo Qingyan took her from the children's seat and patted her. She gradually closed her eyes.

The little girl was weak from an early age. She was robbed of her nutrition in her stomach by her two brothers. She weighed less than four kilograms. She was raised very carefully, so she often felt sleepy.

Although her small face is very cute, she doesn't have much meat on her body. Her height and weight have always reached the standard, so she looks like she is three years old.

Li tingjue glanced sideways. The little girl put one hand into her clothes. Her small face smiled contentedly, her small mouth snored and vomited bubbles, and slept soundly.

He could not help frowning. A thin woman like Mo Qingyan could lift a child weighing dozens of kilograms, so he stretched out his hand to pick up the child.

"I'll hold it."

Mo Qing's cigarette holder is curved, and the warmth is transmitted to her heart from his eyes, tone and action. There is an illusion that the child's father is taking responsibility.

It was a delicate feeling that the burden on her shoulders was shared.

Li tingjue took Angela, and the little girl rubbed in his arms, talking nonsense.

"Daddy... Eat..."

They looked at each other and smiled. What did the little guy dream of? It's both daddy and food. I must have dreamed of eating delicious food.

But Mo Qingyan felt sour at the bottom of his heart. The children always remember their father, who is a blood relative. But the man was the pain in her heart. She didn't dare to check his whereabouts.

Because it is a scar, it will only hurt more and more.

So he put away all his thoughts and said to his two sons.

"Let's go home. We have to go to school tomorrow."

Ice and sunshine slid down their chairs, raised their eyebrows and looked at them.

"I've asked Uncle Wen to pick us up. Li tingjue, give me your eyebrow."

Mo Qingyan can hear the hostility of his two sons to him. Now they won't even send her home. It's too hot and cold.