In July, Provence is full of flowers, and every corner of the city is filled with the taste of love.
Luo Liyan walked out of the room with her round belly supported, stood on the edge of the stairs and yawned.
This startled Gu Tingjun who had just come out of the kitchen with a bowl of borscht soup. He hurriedly put the soup bowl on the dining table casually, and a few drops of soup swayed out like that.
"Old... Wife, don't move, be careful!" Gu Tingjun's voice was trembling a little, and he rushed forward in three steps and two steps.
But just halfway there, I heard a roar full of anger.
"You brat, how dare you spill the soup made by my wife? See if I won't beat you to death today." Father Gu stared at the few drops of soup that were not much bigger than sesame oil on the dining table, thinking about it. Without thinking, I went to pull out the gun.
"What are you doing, are you trying to scare my grandchildren?" A slap slapped Gu's father hard on the head, and a man who seemed to be in his 30s or less than 40 years old although he was almost middle-aged The woman came out of the kitchen.
"No." Gu's father replied sullenly, and returned to his seat with a sullen face and honesty, "I told you to drive the brat back to country M. You can see that he's here to torture you."
When Gu's mother put the dishes on the table, Gu's father took her hand and put it in his palm with distress. He looked at it repeatedly, and became more and more displeased with Gu Tingjun.
"Look, it's only been less than half a month, and my hands are rough."
"What are you doing, the children are watching." Gu's mother blushed slightly, and pulled her hand out forcefully, "I'm almost 50 years old, and it's normal to have wrinkles on my hands."
"Just excuse that brat, there was nothing last month." Gu's father muttered in a low voice, but he was afraid that Gu's mother would be really angry, so he didn't say anything more after he finished speaking, and secretly held her hand again into his mouth. in the palm.
Luo Liyan held her stomach, with a faint smile on her face, watching their interaction, she felt her heart warm and filled with happiness.
Gu Tingjun walked up to her, carefully hugged her into his arms, and asked softly, "What are you looking at, smiling so happily?"
"Do you think we will be as happy as your parents in a few decades?" Luo Liyan leaned softly on Gu Tingjun's body, her tone of envy hard to conceal.
Although they are also very happy now, she still has a deep feeling for the long-term companionship and care.
"Do you think I'm not good enough for you?" Gu Tingjun's face froze, looking at the greasy parents downstairs, a thick sour bubble rose in his heart.
If the little lion hadn't been pregnant and only wanted to eat the borscht made by his mother, he wouldn't have come to Provence and let those two people ruin his time alone with her.
And those two stinky guys in her stomach, before they were born, they grabbed all the attention of her little lion, they were born to engrave her.
It was only at this moment that he finally understood why his father threw himself to his subordinates back then.
Maybe...he could follow suit.
Gu Tingjun raised his hand, and thoughtfully touched Luo Liyan's round belly.
Suddenly he felt two little feet kicking his palm, and just as he wanted to withdraw his hand in disgust, Luo Liyan suddenly let out a low cry.
"What... what's wrong?" Gu Tingjun was startled, and when he lowered his head, he saw Luo Liyan's face turned pale.
The hearts were instantly twisted together tightly.
"I... I'm going to give birth... I'm going to give birth..." Luo Liyan panted heavily, sweating in pain, and her body slid down little by little.
Gu Tingjun was so frightened that he quickly picked her up and ran downstairs steadily.
Looking at the little lion in his arms who was about to faint in pain, his hesitation just now was swept away.
Wait, these two little brats!
How dare he make his little lion suffer so much!
When he gets the chance, he must send both of them to the forbidden island!
must!
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