Leng Yihuang went upstairs with the chicken porridge cooked by the servant, and as soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw the mobile phone on the bedside table.
Thinking of her taking the phone to Mu Linyun or Xue Haolin just now, and carrying him behind her back, he felt so wronged.
"Honey, let's have porridge."
Lin Xiaomi sat up, took a sip, and yelled, "You want to burn me to death."
"It won't be hot if I blow it on."
"What's your expression, are you unwilling?"
"..."
Seeing Leng Yihuang's daring expression, Lin Xiaomi's heart was filled with joy.
Gently stroking his abdomen with his little hands, he was finally able to bully him for a while.
A bowl of porridge, Lin Xiaomi drank it clean, with a particularly good appetite.
Thinking of when Wen Xiaoxiao was pregnant, she would vomit even after drinking plain water, but she didn't feel that way at all. It must be that the baby in her stomach loved her and couldn't bear her to be too uncomfortable.
Thinking of it this way, her soft heart is more like eating honey.
After feeding her a bowl of porridge, Leng Yihuang put the bowl on the bedside table, with an excited expression on his face, bent his body, and lay down on the bed.
The heavy dark eyes looked at her belly brightly, like a child seeing a new toy, he stretched out his finger and poked on her flat belly.
Lin Xiaomi was amused by his childish behavior, but looked at him with a straight face and frowned: "What are you doing! What if you poke the baby!"
Leng Yihuang didn't refute, just smiled silly, stretched out his hand and laid her flat on the bed, and put his ear on her lower abdomen.
"What are you doing?" Could he be listening to the fetal movement
"Baby, I'm dad, come give/me/five!"
"..."
Generous and warm hands moved up and down her flat belly, because there was no response, Leng Yihuang felt that the clothes must be too thick, and the baby couldn't feel his body temperature.
So, he took off her clothes and wanted to put his palms directly on her belly.
Lin Xiaomi couldn't bear it anymore and pushed him away: "What are you doing!"
Leng Yihuang was a little dissatisfied: "I'll say hello to my son."
"Hit your head, he hasn't formed yet, at most he's just a puddle of flesh and blood." Still give/me/five!
How childish!
Leng Yihuang frowned: "Then when will he be able to take shape?"
"It will take at least four months." As Lin Xiaomi said, a picture of a baby being conceived in the womb appeared in his mind.
The wonder of life can only be understood by those who have truly experienced it.
"So long..." Leng Yihuang's brows could kill a fly.
Ten months was really too long, he really wished that in two days a fat boy would call him dad.
His big hand lifted her clothes and covered her belly again, and he coaxed patiently: "Porridge is dry rice, you should grow up healthy and healthy, and when you grow up, dad will teach you how to fly a plane."
This guy.
One shot hit the top of the plane, so how come it will have to wait more than ten years
Lin Xiaomi yawned and slapped his hands away: "Stop nagging, it's annoying, I'm going to bed."
No wonder she's been so sleepy and tired recently, it turns out she has a baby.
Lin Xiaomi fell asleep within two minutes of lying down, and Leng Yihuang sat quietly by the side, really not daring to make a sound.
After she fell asleep, he shifted his gaze to her lower abdomen again, and his big hands couldn't help covering it.
Whispered: "Baby, I am Dad."
"Look at how fierce your mother is, it's better to be your father. Dad has a good temper. Do you know that you will kiss your father when you are born?"
Leng Yihuang muttered in a low voice, and for the first time a smile resembling an idiot appeared on the arrogant man's face.
Lin Xiaomi slept soundly, but she always vaguely felt mosquitoes buzzing in her ears.
If she knew what Leng Yihuang said to the baby when she was asleep, she would probably kick him out of the room, and not allow him to come within 100 meters of the baby in the future.
...
The sleeping woman's small mouth was slightly open, and she snored softly, her little face was flushed in sleep, her long black hair was scattered on the light-colored sheets like a waterfall, and her porcelain-like skin was flawless.
The long eyelashes blinked lightly, like a soft feather sweeping across Leng Yihuang's heart.
The itching is unbearable.
He couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her soft lips, originally he just wanted to take a dip.
But he ignored her influence on him, and his small mouth was so sweet that it seemed like he was going to be addicted to it, and couldn't help wanting more.
The tongue stuck into her mouth, hooking her and spinning around, until the sleeping man's breathing was restrained, he frowned in protest, and let out a moan.
Leng Yihuang was reluctant to let go of her lips.
After looking at her deeply for a while, he got out of bed with his mobile phone.
Tiptoing to the balcony, Leng Yihuang really couldn't contain the ecstasy in his heart.
Lele alone is not as good as all Lele, and he couldn't help but spread the news, making them envious and jealous.
The first call was to Shen Lanfeng.
Shen Lanfeng became excited when she heard it: "Really? I have a great-grandson? Great! Xiaomi has already brought it back? Okay, I'll go there now."
After finishing speaking, before he could react, he hung up the phone hastily.
Leng Yihuang called Yin Xuerui again, but compared to Shen Lanfeng's excitement, Yin Xuerui had deep doubts.
"Is it really pregnant? It can't be fake again, right?"
Leng Yihuang is now as happy as a fool, how can he allow others to say that his son is fake.
"It's fine if you don't believe me." He hung up the phone immediately.
Then there are a few good friends.
Leng Yihuang directly chose group posting.
"Congratulate me quickly, I'm going to be a father, my wife is really awesome."
After a while, Leng Yihuang's cell phone was bombarded by text messages.
Xu Chenyu: Virtue!
Sheng Dong: Are you sure the child is yours
Tang Fengmo: Congratulations, this baby came at the right time.
…
Leng Yihuang flipped through the text messages with a happy smile, reading everyone's wishes and congratulations.
Seeing Shengdong's text message, his face suddenly sank
"Come here, I promise not to kill you!"
You bastard, what kind of bullshit are you talking about, you treat me like I am, you don’t even know who the child is.
Sheng Dong: Brother, I said something wrong, please forgive me.
Leng Yihuang: Oh, it's late!
Originally, he always thought that Wen Xiaoxiao's child should belong to Sheng Dong, but now Sheng Dong's outspokenness has completely offended him, so he decided to ignore that kid's affairs, whether he recognizes his son or not.
When he regrets later!
Lin Xiaomi was so excited and happy, she was half asleep and half awake, and she knew it when Leng Yihuang got out of bed.
A large heater beside her suddenly disappeared, and she woke up faintly as if she had a sense of induction.
Seeing him standing on the balcony so stupidly that he didn't know what he was looking at, his mouth was almost grinning behind his ears.