MTL - Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Xiao Xia and Hu Ni were drunk.

They laughed at him: "No prospect, big happy event, and crying!"

Jiang Xiaoran scolded: "What do you know, the joy of being a father soon, you two are not married, so you definitely don't understand."

He looked at Ye Siming who was lightly sipping tea.

"Si Ming, tell me, if it were you instead, wouldn't you be happy!"

Ye Siming thought for a moment.

He replied calmly without changing his face: "I will go crazy with joy."

Hu Ni said silently: "I really want to see how my elder brother goes crazy."

Jiang Xiaoran smiled brightly: "Then you should also work hard, and when the time comes, the children can still be companions together."

Ye Siming poured tea by himself.

"Don't worry, my wife is still young, I don't want to turn her into a mother so quickly."

Xiao Xia hurriedly called everyone to raise their glasses and drink together.

Only then did Jiang Xiaoran realize that Ye Siming didn't drink at all tonight, and was drinking tea all the time!

"Si Ming, why don't you fit in with the group." After Jiang Xiaoran finished speaking, he asked his servants to serve him wine.

Ye Siming didn't drink anything.

He even said coldly to Jiang Xiaoran: "Your wife is pregnant, you should drink less."

Wait for the dinner to disperse.

On the way back, the carriage drove into the deep mountains.

The moonlight came in through the window, and Gu Nuoer was lying in Ye Siming's arms, drowsy.

When his cold fingers got into the skirt of his clothes, Gu Nuoer woke up slightly.

"What's wrong?" She muttered in dissatisfaction.

Ye Siming lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "Sleep, I'll call you when I get home."

Gu Nuoer moved his body, but his hand was still there.

She pouted, half asleep: "How can I sleep like this."

Ye Siming chuckled: "I was just thinking about our agreement, it seems you probably forgot?"

Gu Nuoer blinked her long eyelashes, very confused: "What agreement."

Yesi Ming's eyes were dark, and he pinched her twice with his fingertips.

"Three days." He only said these two words.

Gu Nuoer just remembered.

Her prescribed days were past.

In the carriage, Gu Nuo'er's embarrassing and low voice came—

"No wonder you don't drink, so you are..."

Before he finished the rest of the sentence, Ye Siming sealed it with a kiss.

When the night is dead.

The two were lying together on their wide bed, Gu Nuo'er's hair was disheveled, and she was sleeping soundly in his arms.

Ye Siming didn't feel sleepy at all.

He was looking at the top of the bed net and thinking—

Will Gu Nuoer be happier after having a child?

At Jiang Xiaoran's house today, Ye Siming clearly noticed that Gu Nuoer looked at Xie Yinxiang's belly with a very happy and delighted expression.

She loved children, there was no doubt about that.

but…

Ye Siming closed his thin eyes.

Thinking of the dream I had a long time ago, that him who was almost a small one, calling Gu Nuoer's mother in her arms, competing for favor with him!

When Ye Siming thought of that kid's face, he felt that he was not cleaned up, and his long eyebrows unconsciously tightened.

Let's talk about the child after a while.

the next day.

Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer went to the street together.

They were going to pick something for Xie Yinxiang's child as a gift and looked forward to her birth.

In Daqi, newborn children will have a swaddling cloth of Baijiafu.

So they came to the street market, ready to go to the cloth shop to pick a horse.

Just as Gu Nuoer got off the carriage, Ye Siming took her hand.

Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw a familiar figure walking into the wedding shop side by side with another man.

Gu Nuoer snorted, "Isn't that Ting Tong?"