Just as Su Qing was hugging little Mu'er and gently kissing her pink little face.
There were footsteps outside the door.
Knowing that Qiao Mohan had returned, Su Qing quickly covered herself with the quilt, hugged little Mu'er, and buried her face deep in the fragrant neck.
She... pretended to be asleep.
I don't want to face Qiao Mohan.
She was afraid that she would not be able to control herself and would question him - question this man, why he could be so selfish.
Even at this point, he still didn't want to let her go.
She clearly knew what the Qiao family thought of her, that she was just a reproductive tool...
Haha, the four words "reproductive tool" deeply hurt Su Qing.
Even though her family background is not as good as the Qiao family, her mother died early, and her father is absurd, she still has her own pride.
She had excellent grades since childhood, went abroad to study directing and screenwriting, and then devoted herself to work.
If she hadn't met Qiao Mohan, and hadn't had this romance, even... even if she had never truly loved someone, her life would have been quiet and happy.
Without these wealthy family turmoil, he can still be respected as an independent personality.
She will meet a man who truly appreciates her, and an in-law family who knows how to respect her, instead of being like this... like this, like a 'reproductive tool'.
Thinking of this, Su Qing's heart, which had long been calm, began to ache.
She hugged Mu'er tightly, hugging her baby...
At this moment, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.
The door closed again and footsteps approached.
Su Qing could feel Qiao Mohan coming in. He was standing beside the bed, behind her, looking at her and Mu'er.
I don’t know what Qiao Mohan is looking at. Maybe, she is planning on the little guy in her belly
Su Qing was inexplicably nervous, and her hands hidden in the quilt clenched unconsciously.
Just then, she heard a low sigh.
A soft, low sigh came from behind her.
That was Qiao Mohan's voice.
He was sighing? Oh, he was actually sighing at himself.
Su Qing didn't understand what Qiao Mohan was still dissatisfied with? He had planned everything with Old Master Qiao. If she hadn't overheard it, perhaps she would be at the mercy of their Qiao family like when she gave birth to Mu'er.
Just when Su Qing felt a chill in her heart, the mattress behind her suddenly sank.
The next second, Qiao Mohan's warm body leaned over.
He hugged Su Qing from behind, holding her and Xiao Mu'er in his arms.
The sudden hug made Su Qing stiffen all over, and she subconsciously wanted to push Qiao Mohan away.
But she didn't want this man to find out that she was pretending to sleep.
Su Qing's hand was tightly grasping the hem of Xiao Mu'er's pajamas. She was afraid that she would not be able to control herself and would turn around and push Qiao Mohan away.
Qiao Mohan, this scumbag, had better not do anything to her and not take advantage of the opportunity...
When she was struggling desperately in her heart, the spikes on her body almost stood up and she was full of defense.
But she felt Qiao Mohan's large, warm palm, moving up along her waist...
Qiao Mohan, is he really going to do something? What else is he going to do to a pregnant woman!
Just when Su Qing couldn't bear it anymore and was about to kick him off the bed.
The man's large hand, however, was firmly placed on her already slightly pregnant belly.
He caressed it gently, full of tenderness and warmth.
"Wife..."
The deep and magnetic voice whispers in my ear.
His voice was low, and the unique masculine scent felt on the back of her neck, making her feel a little itchy.
The blood in Su Qing's body almost froze.
Wife...
She seemed to have never heard Qiao Mohan call her like this in such an affectionate and serious tone.
Su Qing's heart tightened, not knowing what Qiao Mohan was going to do.
The next sentence, I heard his voice coming from behind my ear.
"I love you… "
Next chapter before 18:50 (to be continued)