This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

   Chapter 709 The third sister is pregnant!

Hearing this, Yan Shiqi followed her gaze and looked into the distance. Seeing what Wen Jinghong and Duanmu Lanya were talking to, she retracted her gaze and smiled slightly, "It's the same as before, no different."

"That's it!" Qin Bai Nuan sighed in a daze, and Leng Yichi, who had been left out for a long time, was unhappy. "The Duanmu family is in charge of their sisters' affairs, so you don't have to worry about snacks. This will feel like this. How is it? Do you want to vomit?"

  Leng Yichi’s words made Yan Shiqi raised her eyebrows in surprise. She looked at her third sister-in-law, and was quite surprised to try, "Third sister, she..."

   "Well, it's just three months!" Leng Yichi nodded proudly, with an expression similar to You Rongyan.

  Even when he spoke, he couldn't help but put his palm on Qin Bai Nuan's lower abdomen.

  Yan Shiqi's eyebrows brightened, she looked down at Qin Bainuan’s stomach, and hurriedly congratulated, "Sister, congratulations!"

  At this time, Qin Bainuan slapped Leng Yichi's hand in disgust, "Don't touch it, every time you touch my stomach, I feel like vomiting!"

  Leng Yichi: "……"

  Qin Bai Nuan, this is the truth, not deliberately looking for fault.

  She felt that the child in her stomach might be at odds with Leng Yichi.

  Otherwise, every time he touched her stomach, she would feel nauseated.

  Yan Shiqi looked at their affectionate and affectionate appearance, and envy also flowed through his eyes.

  She couldn't help thinking about what would he be like if she had a baby with her fourth brother.

  After a short while, a group of three people walked to the buffet area talking and laughing, looking for a seat and chatting casually.

  Wen Cheng and Leng Yiyan, who were called out, the atmosphere between the two is somewhat subtle.

  Smoking area, at this time, guests wandered in twos and threes. In the sunrays of the western mountains, strands of smoke drifted away with the wind.

  Leng Yiyan and Wen Cheng walked slowly to the side of the garden path. His steps were not hurried, his tall and tall figure was reflected on the ground by the afterglow of the setting sun, pulling up an oblique shadow.

  He didn't speak, and Wen Orange was also silent without breaking the tranquility.

  They paced quietly until Leng Yiyan stood still, and turned around, he spread his palms toward Wencheng, with a lady's cigarette case lying on it.

  Wen Cheng was not polite with him, and did not need any disguise. She twisted the cigarette case and pulled out one, and when it was held to her lips, Leng Yiyan had already pressed the lighter.

  He blocked the flame for her with one hand, and when he saw the cigarette lit, he lighted another one for himself.

  They stood silently in front of each other, the lady’s faint mint smell scattered around, being blown away by the cool wind, leaving no trace.

  Leng Yiyan hesitated for a long time. After several thoughts settled, he whispered when he finally finished smoking half a cigarette: "When are you going to return to the capital?"

  Wen Cheng’s gaze was falling on the grassy path. She heard that her eyes were a little blurred, and her slender fingertips lit the cigarette a little, "No plan."

  This is the truth. At present, she does not have any plans to return to the Imperial Palace.

  Leng Yiyan’s thin lips tightened instantly, his Adam’s apple rolled, and he asked ardently, "Don’t plan to come back anymore?"

  Wen Cheng heard that there was something wrong with his emotions, and chuckled, then turned to look at him, "Who knows what will happen in the future, now count as one day after another."

   "Orange..." Leng Yiyan wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he was drowned in forbearance.

  Having the tip of his tongue pressed against the tooth surface, he hesitated again and again, or said, "You and that man are already together?"

  They knew who that man was.

  (End of this chapter)