Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Qin Mu blinked, put his fingers on his stomach, and said confidently: "It's this in my stomach that lowered my average age, so Zhou Chongguang, I'm only twelve years old now."

He pinched her face: "Are you inviting me to kiss a minor girl?"

He carefully laid her down and leaned over to look at her, with a clear look in his eyes: "What I want to do may not be just kissing, a 12-year-old girl, are you sure you want me...huh?"

Qin Mu closed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembling, she desperately held back a smile: "I want to kiss and hug, still pinching my feet."

She stretched out her hand and stretched her foot over to show him her slightly swollen feet.

White and tender little feet, slightly swollen because of pregnancy, stretched out in front of him like a pig hoof.

The charm in his heart disappeared all at once.

Holding her little feet, gently squeezed: "Is this all right?"

Qin Mu squinted his eyes comfortably, allowing him to pinch. After pinching one, he changed to another one.

After Zhou Chongguang waited on his two little feet, Qin Mu seemed to be asleep.

He leaned over and said lowly: "Qin Mu."

She opened her eyes in a daze, holding his neck with a small hand: "Zhou Chongguang? Is it done?"

She wanted to sleep because she was too comfortable.

Zhou Chongguang bit her little ear bitterly: "I'm finished, let me be alone now, eh?"

"Then what do you want!" Qin Mu still closed his eyes, but his little hand was busy unbuttoning his shirt.

Untie one or two, and then the little hand fell.

All of a sudden, she fell asleep.

Mr. Zhou was originally full of enthusiasm, and it has not been a long time, because she was worried that she would not dare to mess around with her pregnancy.

Tonight, she finally loosened, but she fell asleep halfway through.

The feet of that hour were squeezed for nothing.

He stroked his forehead and smiled softly: In fact, where is the squeeze?

Whatever you do with her, you are happy.

Faintly, he felt very happy.

The wine and wealth he once pursued looked so pale in front of this life.

Zhou Chongguang smiled slightly, leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth, "Good night, Mu Mu."

He covered her with the quilt, and stroked their child through the quilt.

The little one is almost five months old and will be born in less than four months.

Their lives will be more complete.

Zhou Chongguang's heart was full, and he felt that all the happiness in his heart would be full.

He couldn't help but kissed Qin Mu again, and then gently left the master bedroom and went to the children's room next door.

Xiao Mizuki had been coaxed to sleep by the servant, with a white face and quiet.

Shuimu has grown up a bit, his eyebrows have opened up, not as good as Qin Mu when he was a child, but Gu Mei can be seen.

He was, and was a little worried, afraid that Qin Mu would be unhappy.

But he sometimes saw that when he was away, Qin Mu would smile at Shuimu, hug Shuimu, and kiss him.

Qin Mu didn't seem to mind.

She didn't mind, Zhou Chongguang didn't mind anymore.

Gu Mei is their past, Mizuki's mother, the past is the past, and Mizuki is real.

Sitting on the edge of the small bed, Zhou Chongguang looked at Mizuki quietly, and occasionally thought of Gu Mei.

It's just that when I think of it, those hatred and anger have disappeared.