Chu Qiao didn’t listen. "I don’t want to study abroad at all, and I don’t want to manage any Chu family business. What do you want me with my brother?"
As he spoke, he shed tears. Song Anqiao was busy patting her back. "Don’t cry, don’t cry. Can’t I talk to your brother?"
After comforting Chu Qiao’s two-person building, it happened that Chu Fei came back from afar. When he entered the door, he saw his Qiao Mei building walking steadily towards her.
Despite Chu Qiao’s presence, Zhang put his arms around Song Anqiao, Chu Fei, and stared at her with hot black eyes. "I miss you so much if I don’t see you for a day. Good Qiao Mei, let me kiss you."
As soon as you speak, your thin lips cover her lips, and you eagerly absorb all the breath in her mouth and spare no effort to suck deeply.
For a long minute, Chuqiao looked blindsided.
After Song Anqiao’s little face burst into red and looked at Chu Feiyuan angrily, how could this man be so next to someone?
"shy?" Chu Feiyuan held her face. "Chu Qiao is an adult. She knows you don’t have to be shy."
Chu Qiao embarrassed, "Hehe, brother and sister, you continue. I’ll go and see if mom and her meal are ready?"
As soon as Chuqiao walked away from Chufei, he took Song Anqiao with a heavy "floor"
"Do what?" Song anqiao frowned.
Chu Feiyuan’s five senses are serious. "I miss you too much. I have to have another one if I don’t have enough."
“……”
For a second, Song Anqiao hurried back and struggled. Chu Fei dragged her little hand and leaned over to pick her up the stairs.
The bedroom was lightly placed on the bed by him, and the handsome facial features of the man were magnified in front of her eyes. Song Anqiao pressed his lips tightly and his heart beat fast.
ChuFei far slightly narrowed her eyes and pinched her lips with her long fingers, slipped into the tip of her tongue flexibly and swallowed and kissed each other greedily, breathing gradually heavy …
Ten minutes later, Song Anqiao’s pink lips were slightly swollen. The old lady came out of the kitchen and saw Song Anqiao "How far is it?"
"Um … in the shower" Song Anqiao inexplicably guilty a little face with a shy blush.
Have a nice dinner. A delicious table.
Song Anqiao’s morning sickness was significantly reduced. She was eating "Eh, this fried rice cake is delicious."
Chu mother looked up at Song Anqiao "You like to eat more with sweet sauce on your face"
Song anqiao listened and smiled and couldn’t help eating two more pieces.
Mother Chu looked at her with a frown. Anqiao, the child is pregnant. She likes sweet food and rice cakes. It’s so strange.
"You can find out the boys and girls when you go to the hospital, right?" Chu’s mother swept her eyes and asked Song Anqiao to raise her belly.
Song Anqiao nodded. "Yes, Aunt, the doctor said yes."
Chu mother low "well" no longer speak.
I don’t know if I hope she can have a boy or a girl, but Chu knows that her subconscious still wants a boy.
Earlier, I made an appointment with Song Anqiao to remarry her son three months later, and she stopped calling her aunt.
Mother Chu thinks it’s not so important to remarry in front of her eyes. If she can have a child in the Chu family, there will be a tie in her heart and hatred will slowly be released.
If she still has a hard time with her son in the back of her heart, she doesn’t insist, but the baby must belong to them, Chu family, and her mother will be a little bit more.
I still hope that Song Anqiao can know when to rest assured and have a good life for his son, and don’t make a face after the birth of the child.
Later, Song Anqiao went to bed to rest and read a poem.
Chufei walked away with a glass of milk in his hand and reached out to take "drink milk first" from her hand.
Song anqiao drank and stretched out his hand to see Chu Fei again. It’s far from "it’s too late to see it during the day."
Song Anqiao pouted. "I just want to see you now and don’t affect my prenatal education."
"Lovely, I’m afraid you’ll hurt your eyes." Chu Fei felt her head far away, and the sound was elegant and moist, "Listen to sleep."
Song Anqiao grumbled "Hum despotism" in his mouth.
With a sigh, Chu Fei relented and hugged her in his arms. "I’ll read it to you."
In an instant, Song Anqiao felt happy and went into his arms to find a comfortable posture, close his eyes and listen to him read it to her.
The magnetic audio-visual grand piano slowly entered her ear like warm wind, and he read.
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