Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

Li tingzi leaned back, and the whole man was relaxed.

The texture lines with clear barriers are completely presented in front of Mo Qingyan. It has to be said that the man has a perfect figure. 186 height, wide shoulders and narrow waist, perfect nine head body.

His evil eyes looked directly at her, making her a little uncomfortable.

"The wound is wrapped up. You have a good rest. I'll go back."

Then she got up and was ready to go.

The lazy man who half knocked his eyes raised his lips.

"Mom Zhang is on vacation tonight. If you don't stay, the wound gets infected and has a fever at night, and then I die, do you have to be responsible? Then, I'll write a suicide note now to let people know that my death has something to do with you."

"You..."

She turned around and wrinkled her little face. "Can this little injury die? Don't scare me."

And Li tingjue raised his hand to trim the broken hair in front of his forehead, "if infected, a hole can kill people. Don't forget, who is the reason for my injury?"

As soon as Mo Qingyan lost his bag, the color man knew he couldn't owe him.

"I'll stay."

Li tingjue succeeded and stretched out his hand. "Help me back to my room."

The more you see him, the more you feel like an uncle. Mo Qingyan tilts his mouth, holds him and walks upstairs.

And Li tingjue couldn't help looking at her more when he saw her upturned little nose. He found that the beauty of a woman can be pleasing to the eyes. Just like this girl, the more she looks, the more she feels good-looking.

When she turned her head, he looked away quietly.

"Why don't you go back to Li's house?"

Don't you feel lonely living outside alone? She still likes the noisy family together, just like her and her three babies. She laughs every day at home.

It's not like where he lives at the moment. It's cold, only the wind.

Li Ting Jue's eyes were dim, "it's quiet here."

Mo Qingyan's mouth was slightly tilted, as she thought. Such a man, cold as ice, must only want to stay alone. In the future, she will be called the ice cellar.

After that, he smiled sweetly and looked at Li tingjue's appearance. He found it particularly appropriate.

Ice with ice cellar, perfect!

Into his room, the room is a black-and-white gray decoration style, which is particularly cold and hard. Mo Qingyan always wants to. If he had a woman around him, maybe the room would be warmer.

She helped him to the bed, helped him open the quilt, and then motioned him to lie down.

But Li tingjue pointed to the bathroom and made Mo Qingyan look confused.

"Why, don't you say you can't touch the water for a few days?"

Think of his wound, if you touch water, the chance of infection is even greater.

Li Ting Jue smiled, "you go in and wash and change this dress. It's scary like a female ghost."

She looked down at her dress, which was torn in several places and stained with a lot of blood debt. It looks a little scary, like a character in a horror film.

So I walked to the bathroom, suddenly remembered that I had no clothes to change, and turned around again.

Seeing Li Ting Jue leaning half against the head of the bed, his evil eyes looked at the roof and seemed very tired.

"Well, lend me one of your clothes."

Li Ting refused and pointed to the cloakroom, "go in and pick it yourself."

Then he suddenly realized that it was really inconvenient to have her clothes at home. Although he liked to see her in her shirt, he only showed it to him.

Tomorrow she had to wear the right clothes, so she dialed the cold phone.

"Jue, you still have time to call me. Didn't you get the girl?"

Coldly joked that there was a bad element in the voice.

Li Ting never wanted to discuss this with him and ignored it directly.

"I've ordered all the clothes at the love language counter in your mall and will send them home tomorrow. Don't make a mistake about her size."