The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 75, the warm season has been preparing for pregnancy?

Today, those who can qualify for the Mohist family are Haicheng and even many upper class in China. From the political and business circles to the media and entertainment industry, representatives will come to participate and say that it is a birthday banquet. In fact, it is more like a test of social field. .

Everyone's expression is a worldly drama.

Meppelin has been very reluctant to follow in and walked in. The footsteps just opened the door and opened the mouth: "Miss Ji is really good, can win our depth of field to treat you like jewelry, you have such skills, half a year of marriage. I haven’t returned to the Moh, how can I stop my long-term skills today, and stay in your Royal Garden, Mrs. Dang Mo’s is not good? What do you do with the Mohist family? After all, you have never put our old things in your eyes. ""

The season is just about to open, but it was pressed by the ink in the arms.

"The warmth of the season is not good, so let her rest more in the Royal Garden. This is what I arranged, and it has nothing to do with the warmth of the season." Mo Jingshen spoke out, his attitude was cold and clear, and he did not give a thin face.

Meppelin rolled her eyes, and she didn't get any benefit when she took her daughter to the Royal Garden last time.

She has been unable to swallow this breath!

After all, it’s not just Mo Jingshen and the old man who are present today. In any case, Murphyn must teach the lessons well.

"Master, you can take a quick look. Depth of field, this is the first time to bring my wife back after marriage. It is already this attitude. I don’t want to treat us as elders at all. If this is another day, I am afraid that even the old man will They are already no match for this season's warmth. The warm season is one, and the second is two. In case the season is warm, one is unhappy, so that Jingshen will not return to the Mohist family from now on. He is afraid that he really wants to sever with the Moh family. !"

"Peilin, you are a lot older, you don't know how to leave a door!" The old man's brow wrinkled and his eyes were impatient: "I asked them to set the wedding room in the Royal Garden instead of living in it." The Mohist family is to let them live quietly. In the past six months, there is no big deal in the family. There is no year in the world. Jingshen is usually busy at the company. They have nothing to do with the Mohist family? You are less provocative here!"

Moppelin’s expression was stagnation, and she had to change her face. Although she smiled on her face, she continued to provoke her mouth: “Where is this provocation? Father, this season has not been returned once after marriage. I am also standing in the perspective of my elders and want to talk about her."

"Moreover, our conditions in all aspects of the depth of field are so good, how can we get the season warm? This season's lady, in addition to having a face, is worthy of our depth of field!"

After the words of Mopelin, a pair of ink-cooled eyebrows in the depths of the ink, subconsciously turned to the beginning, looked at the old man, but did not find any good eyes on the side of the father, had to put the line of sight in a corner, so as not to be stared by the father To the heart.

"Oh yes, I said these words today, including the meaning of the father of Depth of Field."

At this time, only the father who moved out of Mo Jingshen can warm the season.

Otherwise, this season's warmth really thinks that the eyes of the ink goddess and the father's master, can be lawless in the ink home.

Not far away, An Book, sitting on the sofa on one side, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the ink.

After the ink came into the door, even the eyes did not pass through that direction. The people in the entire banquet hall were watching the beautiful scene where Meppelin was not afraid of death and hit the muzzle. No one intervened.

The darkness of the ink and the warmth of the season have always maintained a moderately smiling attitude. Like a mirror, it will not be able to eat the grape skin and say that the mouth of the grape is too clear.

"His father?" Master Murray stood up, very majestic to the crutches in his hand to the ground, and sighed: "I am his father's father! I still have nothing to say here, which round got his father speak!"

The expression of Meppelin paused. I didn’t expect the temper of the old man to come: "I mean..."

"Grandpa, nothing, my aunt is also an elder. After all, I have nothing to say. I haven’t been able to go back to the Mohist family some time ago. It’s really my fault.” The season warmed and the mouth had a decent smile.

Mo Jingshen is also a faint lip, directly blocking her from what she would say next: "Former aunt, the warm belly may have been pregnant with the great-grandson of the Mohist family, don't scare her."

After that, in the eyes of a group of people including the old man, the same warm season was taken on the leather sofa on one side.

There is no natural protection in the movements and words. Nothing indicates the importance of the warmth in the face of the ink in the depths of the ink. It also shows that the warmth of the season is not just the name of Mrs. Mo, but the ink is deep on her. It’s really tight, it’s tight.

"What did you say?" The old man of the ink seemed to wake up like a dream. At this moment, he couldn't control the fast-distorted expression of the ink, and looked directly at the warm belly.

Ink deep eyes are cold and calm: "The season is warm when I was a child, and my body was a little poor. Even if I was pregnant, I had to go through a period of nursed back. For the past six months, I have been letting her rest in the Imperial Garden and reducing the movement around. This family thing has hindered the eyes of my aunt."

The old man stepped closer with a cane and looked at the warmth of the season. He laughed and almost closed his mouth: "You, this child, said that if you are in poor health, it is okay for the body to be weak. There is a depth of field, and then you should nurse it for a while. You can give birth to a healthy baby. You can rest assured that there will be a grandfather outside the home and you will cover it. You can’t care about anything, and you can raise it with peace of mind. If you are pregnant, it’s better, but you still have to take care of it. Point your body, Grandpa is still tough, can wait!"

Said, the old man turned back to Mo Peilin: "The warm season is always preparing for pregnancy, raising the body at home, and the result is what you said! It’s been a big age to know how to move the whole day!"

Someone did not come to Taiwan, and the old man who was stunned, but did not dare to take the irony and speculation of the Mo's great-grandchildren. After all, this is the bottom line of the old man.

If she touched the bottom line, it is estimated that the door of the Mohist family will not enter.

On the warm side of the season, quietly looking at the man beside him from time to time.

Pregnancy?

Ink dark is really black belly.

He is just two words that are enough to keep all the words against her from being isolated. After all, her position as Mrs. Mo’s position is still stable, and then she is involved in the pregnancy, and no one dares to offend her. She was afraid that if she was not happy, she was uncomfortable, and there was something wrong with the great-grandchildren of the Mohist family. Even if she was directly dragged into the 18-story **** by the old man, the crutches.

But...pregnancy is the case...

So many people are watching it. The warm-hearted hands don’t know where to put them for a while. Is it sticking to their stomachs to make it look like? Still should...

She and Mo Jingshen sat on the sofa, and the man's hand regained her hand. The natural hands were placed on his lap and finally gave her the most appropriate position to drop.

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