Chapter 42 She has children?

The poetry of Yun Shi in the sleep is not known. Now the man who is holding her in her arms is almost like a god. Now she is staring at her sleeping face, and how is her heart stagnation...

Helpless, a sigh...

He looked at the traces of her bruises and decided to dress up with her.

Getting up, he took her into the bathroom and had to clean up her.

For more than two decades, he has always been a highly regarded king. He has been born with a golden spoon, and he has always been very particular about it. He has never served anybody.

Even the most beloved sons are handed over to the nanny to take care of them, never giving care outside of the material.

Therefore, his movements were awkward, and he hurt her several times. Even in her sleep, she was still dissatisfied, like a weak kitten, and seemed to be screaming at him, silent. Complaint.

Women are all delicate, and she is no exception.

Where a woman does not yearn for being pampered, cares for the palm of her hand, but a rough and frustrating life. There has never been any man who has given her any real favor.

Seeing her eyebrows scorned, he couldn't detect it. At this moment, his heart was soft, and even with the movements on his hands, he couldn't help but lighten.

In the meantime, he also called the room service and ordered the people to replace the wrinkled sheets.

If the poems of Yunshi are awake at this moment, looking at the sheets that have experienced the "war of war", they must be ashamed to lift their heads.

When Mu Yazhe took her out of the bathroom, the bed was neat and fresh, and she took her to the bed, and the person in her arms was lying on her chest, and she had already slept sweetly.

In the morning, his assistant sent the clothes in advance, and also sent a women's dress, which is naturally valuable.

There was a board meeting in the morning, so he did not plan to stay longer.

Putting on an expensive suit, he is the empire's elite elite, the commercial giant of the Disheng Foundation.

The joy of a cloud of rain all night, bumping down the phoenix, there is no trace of exhaustion on him.

Mu Yazhe turned and was about to leave, but he heard a piercing ring.

He looked back coldly, but he wanted to ignore it, but he heard the ringing sound coming out of her clothes pocket on the sofa.

The people on the bed seemed to be disturbed by the sound, turning around and frowning.

Obviously, this loud noise ringing her.

He frowned coldly, strode forward, took the phone out of his pocket, and hanged without hesitation.

The note on the screen is cold and the call is missed.

The man bowed his head and looked at the missed call with the note "You You". Mu Yazhe's sword eyebrows slowly rose.

This name is clearly like the child's name.

A little strangely floated on his heart - Could it be that she already had a child?

When Yuyou’s fifth birthday, Yun Shi’s poem bought a children’s mobile phone for Yuyou. The body is light and thin, and the function is very simple.

In addition to daily sending and receiving text messages, it also has a one-button alarm function, so that you can contact yourself at the crucial moment.

At that time, such a mobile phone was not cheap. She bought it with care, and it only worked for the child's critical moment.

She has always been willing to pour in her heart.

Mu Yazhe is surprised, and the phone is not willing to ring.

The word "youyou" is once again jumping on the screen.

This time, he did not hang up, but chose to answer.

(End of this chapter)

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