Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

In Mo Qingyan's eyes, this guy's mind is unclean again. That look makes her a little nervous.

Li tingjue chuckled, "don't you want to draw my portrait? I happen to have time tonight."

Mo Qingyan didn't expect that he had been thinking about it. Just now she was only used to prevaricate their reasons. Unexpectedly, he held on to it.

"Tomorrow. Now I'm going home."

She glared at him and got ready to get off. And Li Ting never let go, said coldly.

"I only have time tonight. I won't be free tomorrow."

He raised his chin with a cold look.

Mo Qingyan really regretted that she didn't make up that reason long ago. Now she has cheated herself.

Angela saw that mommy hadn't got off the bus, so she came over.

"Mommy, let's go. It's a little cold outside."

The servant came with his clothes and put them on Angela. Her two big eyes stared at them. She hoped that the family would live together, so she didn't have to separate.

Mo Qingyan saw her little eyes, his heart twisted and hurt, and his hatred for Li tingjue was less.

She can't be so selfish and let the three living children suffer for the lost child.

Li tingjue's low voice sounded, "go back safely. Xiaoyan will draw for me tonight. We'll pick you up tomorrow."

Angela nodded obediently, but loss could be seen in her expression. Children want to be with their parents, and she was born without a father.

Later, they got married, but they divorced again. This feeling is very bad. Recently, she always has nightmares at night.

Mom and dad disappeared. She was alone. She was afraid.

Mo Qingyan can't help but feel sour. She has to talk to Li tingjue. Whether it's her heart or for the children, she is willing to give him another chance and work hard with him.

Seeing the children picked up by the servant, Li tingjue also felt Mo Qingyan's mood fluctuation.

He clenched her hand. She was very sensitive. She was fragile in the face of parting.

They went back to the castle together, the home with too many good memories. Mo Qingyan gets off the bus and Li tingzi takes her hand.

In the welcome of the servants, she stepped into the again.

The servants were very excited because the young master hadn't come back for a long time, and this time he came back with his wife.

When she entered the house, nothing had changed. It was her familiar appearance. Li tingzi turned his head and said to the servant behind them.

"You all go down. Don't come to the main building if you have nothing to do."

Listening to his ambiguous words, Mo Qingyan pinched his hand as if they were going to do something tonight?

She just came to paint him. He can't think of anything else.

Li tingjue was pinched by her and frowned. There was a painful expression on Xie Mei's face.

"Little smoke, it hurts."

Mo Qingyan let go and stared at him.

"You deserve it. Who made you say that."

Li tingjue's long arm ran over her, "I usually come back alone and say so. What's wrong?"

He deliberately teased her, and Mo Qingyan's face became more and more red. Did she think more?

His dark pupil radiated a dark luster, just like the X-ray, which seemed to see through her, making her more uncomfortable.

She bit her lip and pushed him away.

"Do you have any painting tools at home?"

"Yes."

Because he has everything she likes. So he took her into a studio, where all the tools should be complete.

Mo Qingyan's heart trembled. It turned out that he had everything ready for her.