Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Xuanyuan Moser listened to this, could not help but look at her with pity, want to say something, and do not know what to say. These days, she can't eat it in pregnancy, she often gets up in the middle of the night, sometimes she can't sleep well, and her legs are still slightly swollen. These, he looks in his eyes, but can't share for her, just quietly accompany her. By the side, watching her suffer from all this secret distress.

"Qin Xin, go to the kitchen and bring the stew to the end!" Xuanyuan Moze turned to the piano heart not far away.

"Yes." Qin Xin should have a voice, and then went to the kitchen.

"Do you eat stew again?"

Feng Jiuyi listened, a pair of unrequited expressions. God knows that these days he changed his pattern and let the people in the kitchen stew the soup to make up her body. Every day, she ate and vomited.

"You are now eating three people alone. You can eat more nutritious things, or your body is too weak." Xuanyuan Moze said, caressing her belly with one hand and feeling her belly. The two little lives in the beating.

When the palm of her hand was against her belly, the child’s kick in the stomach gently made his palm feel their presence. He couldn’t help but smile and shook his head: “This is definitely the kid who is kicking you, waiting for him in the future. Come out, I will pack him up."

Feng Jiu listened to crying and laughing: "The kid is also your son, and then, maybe the daughter is kicking me?"

"Daughter is generally more well-behaved, only the son will be more naughty." Xuanyuan Moze said of course.

Seeing the look of his face, Feng Jiu could not help but laugh: "You, in the future, it must be a very pet daughter, I don't know, who are our two children like?"

"Nature is like us." Xuanyuan Moze said.

Feng Jiu turned a blind eye: "Our children are definitely like us, so I mean, will you grow a little more like you? Or a little more like me?"

"Daughter is like you, my son is like me." Xuanyuan Moze said, the words fell, his face also showed a smile, seems to think of the appearance of two small people in front of them in the future.

The husband and wife are discussing here, laughing from time to time, and listening to the cold frost not far away is quite obvious to them.

After a while, the heart of the piano came to the table with a stew: "The master, this soup is hot."

"Okay, let's go back first!" Xuanyuan Moze said, after taking the bowl of stew and blowing it, seeing that he was still smoking, he said to Feng Jiu: "It's too hot, let's blow a little cold. Don't burn it."

"Yeah." Feng Jiuyi held his chin and looked at him. He saw him in a wheelchair. He was holding the bowl of stew in his hand and blowing it. The look was serious and focused, and she could not help but see her.

He is such an outstanding, handsome and resolute face, with a man's unique charm, especially after he has experienced so many things, he has become more mature and steady, and every move has a feeling of peace of mind. Let her feel that as long as he is by her side, no matter where he is, he is quiet and at ease.

The two have walked through so many places, and the mansion is also in various places. However, every place where there is a place where he is, is the place where her heart is, the place where the family is...

Xuanyuan Moze looked up and saw that she had been staring at him, her eyes were fascinated with tenderness and satisfaction, and she could not help but smack her lips. Q: "What?"