The male god is very busy, the female driver is on the road

"Who are you calling? We still have to talk for so long?" Lu Weichen looked at Han Ling dissatisfied and said.

Ever since Han Ling called "Brother" just now, Lu Weichen has been unhappy. Although he knows that she loves him, Lu Weichen just can't stand Han Ling talking to Han Lu, even though these words are irrelevant.

Since Han Lu's accident last time, Han Ling has been taking care of him, Lu Weichen has been very dissatisfied with him.

"Honey, don't be like this! Don't I care about Xiaoxi?" Han Ling said helplessly shaking Lu Weichen's arm.

"I told Xiaoxi before that I will live with her in a while. Isn't this the honeymoon just after I married you? I have never had time to call her. She called me today. I I was sleeping, but I didn't receive it, it's not that the little girl is sensitive, thinking that I don't want her anymore, she's throwing a fit at me." Seeing that Lu Weichen's expression eased a lot, Han Ling continued.

"Xiaoxi is living with Han Lu now, and I can't visit her, so I can only ask him to help take care of Xiaoxi, you won't even be jealous like this!" Han Ling looked at Lu Weichen and smiled asked.

"I'm not jealous, I'm just caring about my wife." Lu Weichen said embarrassingly.

"Do you want me to ask Abao to find someone to pick up Xiaoxi and raise her in Lu's house—the place where we will live in the future?" Lu Weichen seemed to have thought of a brilliant idea, his eyes lit up.

"No! We are not here now, and no one will take care of Xiaoxi. She is so young that she will not be used to a strange environment." Han Ling said after careful consideration.

"Then let her live with Han Lu, will you rest assured?"
"Xiaoxi has been with Han Lu since she was a child, and she is used to it. Besides, Han Lu would never take advantage of a child no matter what."
"Okay, take Xiaoxi over as soon as we go back and let her live with us."
"Well, husband, I'm very happy that you can say that. I thought you would not agree to take Xiaoxi over to live with me. Thank you, husband." After Han Ling finished speaking, he kissed Lu Weichen directly. face.

"Look at what you said, am I that stingy? Xiaoxi is your sister, that is, my sister, can I be so stingy that I don't even let her live in a house?" Lu Weichen coughed dryly and said solemnly .

"I knew my husband was the best, so it's a deal, and I will take Xiaoxi to live with us as soon as we get back." Han Ling happily hugged Lu Weichen's neck, and leaned her whole body in his arms.

"Know that I'm fine, and love me twice as much in the future." Lu Weichen continued Han Ling's words.

"Understood, I really don't want to suffer at all. I'm really a businessman worthy of the name." Han Ling said with disgust.

"It's not a disadvantage, it's your own right and you have to use it well. It's necessary for you to sleep with my wife and make you love me well." Lu Weichen said cheekily.

"Okay, okay, what you said is right, then let's get up quickly, I'm going to play with Xiao Hezhao later..." Han Ling pushed Lu Weichen away, and said while pulling the quilt to find his clothes.

Lu Weichen also got up in time to facilitate Han Ling's search for clothes.

After someone packed up and had breakfast, it was already 09:30 when they were ready to leave.

Because Lu Weichen called the driver in advance, the driver didn't come today, which was exactly what Han Ling wanted.

When you were looking for He Yichen and his wife and Xiao He Zhao, Han Ling was driving the car all the way, the car was driving smoothly, Lu Weichen was sitting in the passenger seat, and you were sweating about the safety of the two of them.

When Han Ling and Lu Weichen arrived at the place where Zhao Mosheng and He Yichen were staying, they were still having breakfast, they were having a very happy life, and they were not worried at all because of having children.

"You two are here, where is Xiao He Zhao?" Han Lingju asked puzzled when he saw that the couple did not see Xiao He Zhao.

"He's still sleeping in. This kid doesn't wake up until ten o'clock every day, and he doesn't know who he looks like." Zhao Mosheng said helplessly.Han Ling and Lu Weichen sat down very consciously, regardless of whether they would disturb the couple's elegant mood.

"Honey, our son's habit of sleeping late is completely inherited from you." He Yichen said while dismantling Zhao Mosheng's stage.

"Where is it inherited from me, I don't sleep in late." Zhao Mosheng quibbled.

"You said that you don't sleep in now. When you were in college, you don't know who would sleep in every Saturday." He Yichen continued.

"You... isn't that all from the past, why are you still talking about it?" Zhao Mosheng's voice became softer as he spoke, his cheeks became more and more red, and finally he simply lowered his head and concentrated on eating.

"Go down, your face will be buried in the bowl soon." Z He Yichen teased.

"..." Zhao Mosheng was speechless for a while, thinking to himself: how can anyone cheat his wife like this.

Han Ling Lu Weichen looked at the way the two get along like this, and felt that it was very real and warm.

In the end, Zhao Mosheng and He Yichen had enough to eat, although they went back to their residence together.

Han Ling asked excitedly, "Where does Xiao He Zhao live?"
"Seeing that you are in a hurry, you are in the bedroom, you are away from home, and you didn't ask for a separate room for him, so you slept with us." Zhao Mosheng joked.

"Why... I'll go see him first..." Han Ling rushed into the bedroom after finishing speaking.

"I'll be with you! Calculate the time, he should get up too." Zhao Mosheng said.

It's just that Han Ling left in a hurry and didn't hear Zhao Mosheng's words.

When Han Ling walked into the bedroom, he saw He Zhao lying on the big bed, with his upturned buttocks, sensual legs, and short arms were all exposed, only a corner of the blanket was hanging on his back.

Now that the weather is very warm, there is no need to worry about freezing him. Han Ling walked slowly to the bed, squatted down, and carefully looked at Xiao He Zhao in his sleep.

At this time, Xiao He Zhao, with a pink face, red cheeks, and bubbles in his mouth, looked extremely cute.

Han Ling reached out and touched his cheek unconsciously. The smooth feeling on his hand made her murmur: "What a cute little guy."
"Do you like it..." Zhao Mosheng's voice suddenly sounded.

"Ah, when did you come in? I was taken aback." Han Ling was so engrossed in watching that she didn't notice Zhao Mosheng's arrival, and was startled by her sudden voice.

"I just said that I would come with you, but you left in such a hurry that I didn't hear what I said, so I came in behind you."
"Oh, that's how it is……"
"You haven't answered my question yet, do you like it?"
"I like it, of course I like it, I like it very much!" Han Ling looked at He Zhao with his eyes closed and said with a smile.

"Since you like it, then hurry up and have one. Having a child will bring a lot of laughter at home." Zhao Mosheng said with emotion.

"This kind of thing can't be said to happen at birth. Besides, I'm not ready to be a mother yet." Han Ling said with a red face.

"Actually, there is no need to make any preparations for this kind of thing. When it happens, everything will be done. Let me tell you, when I found out that I was pregnant, the feeling was indescribable in words, happiness, anxiety, panic... ...All kinds of feelings are mixed together, it is really wonderful." Zhao Mosheng began to tell Han Ling about her pregnancy experience.

"..." Han Ling listened with gusto and opened his mouth.

"Well~"
A soft humming sound came from the bed, Xiao He Zhao twisted his little buttocks, and sat up in a daze.

"Ah~" A sharp cry came from his mouth, and she quickly covered herself with the sheet.

"Don't you know the difference between men and women? How can you just enter other people's rooms?" Xiao He Zhao shouted at Han Lin angrily, clutching the corner of the quilt tightly.

"He Zhao, be polite, is this what you should say?" Zhao Mosheng taught with a straight face.

He Zhao was like a child who did something wrong, he lowered his head, but his straight back showed his dissatisfaction.

"It's all right, I'm the one who was rude, so don't attack him." Han Ling persuaded Zhao Mosheng.

"Let's go out first, let him get up quickly." Han Ling took Zhao Mosheng's arm and was about to go out. Before going out, he gave He Zhao a "you know" look.

When the two left the bedroom, they saw two men chatting happily in the living room.

"What are you talking about, so happy, tell us too."
"Honey, how's it going? Did you see the group photo?" Lu Weichen looked at Han Ling and asked.

"I saw it, I saw it, it's so cute."
Han Ling suddenly thought of what Zhao Mersheng had just said to her, and her face blushed uncontrollably.

"My wife, what's wrong with you? Why are you still blushing?" Lu Weichen teased the blushing Han Ling.

"My face is red, it's too hot today, it's scorching." Han Ling rubbed his face vigorously after speaking.

Lu Weichen looked at Han Ling's face, which was not very red at first, but after being rubbed by her like this, it immediately broke the skin. He felt a little distressed, walked up to her, and took her hand from rubbing his face.

"Don't rub it, it will break the skin if you rub it again."
"It's not so fragile." Han Ling broke free from Lu Weichen's hand and said indifferently.

About half an hour later, Xiao He Zhao came out of the bedroom fully dressed.

"Xiao Zhaozhao, come here, come to Auntie." Han Ling warmly greeted He Zhao.

"..." He Zhao was speechless for a while, chose a place far away from Han Ling to sit, looked at her awkwardly, and then looked away.

Han Ling didn't care about his deliberately staying away, and sat next to He Zhao, licking his face.

"Xiao Zhaozhao, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Auntie can take you to eat."
"..." He Zhao responded by not answering Han Ling's enthusiasm.

Seeing He Zhao who was ignoring him, Han Ling was a little frustrated, and sat back beside her husband silently, seeking comfort from him.

"Since you like my son so much, why not let him recognize you as godmother." Zhao Mosheng suggested.

"Okay, okay, in this way, I also have a son, godson..." Han Ling said happily.

"I just don't know what our Xiao Zhaozhao thinks." Han Ling's eyes flashed calculatingly.

Finally, under the coercion of his parents, He Zhao recognized Han Ling as his godmother.