Prisoner's wife's pet: European-style president's domineering love

Huangfu Xijue ran into the hospital to see Mu Xiaoyan leaning on the bed and looking at the head of the bed, thoughtful, with a nostalgic smile on his face.

"Xijue Huangfu, you are here." Mu Xiaoyan happily moved her body when she saw Xijue Huangfu coming in.

"Xiaoyan, it's alright, what's wrong?" Huangfu Xijue came with a brisk walk, and quickly sat down on the seat beside the bed.

"I..." Mu Xiaoyan squinted at her lower abdomen and said in a low voice.

"Xiaoyan, do you have a stomachache? What did the doctor say?"

"Don't worry, the doctor said everything is normal."

"Why would you come to the hospital normally? You must have something wrong. What kind of broken hospital can't even diagnose a disease!" Huangfu Xijue frowned slightly, holding her little hand tightly. "No, I'll have Frank call a doctor."

Just as he was talking, his hand was about to touch the phone in his pocket.

Mu Xiaoyan quickly stopped his hand, and then put his big palm on her lower abdomen, and her small hand led his big hand to gently touch her lower abdomen twice.

She smiled and said, "Huangfu Xijue, do you feel it?"

Didn't he say that her stomach hurts? Why did you take him to touch her stomach? He touched it, but there was no way to transfer the pain from her body to his body. He couldn't feel her pain.

"Xiaoyan, I also want to transfer the pain you feel to me, so that you don't have to suffer from it anymore." Huangfu Xijue said very sadly.

"What are you talking about, Huangfu Xijue!" Mu Xiaoyan looked at Huangfu Xijue angrily, she had already made it so obvious, could he still not see it?

"Xiaoyan, I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's my inability to transfer your pain." Huangfu Xijue looked at her infatuatedly, and said heartbroken.

Mu Xiaoyan coughed lightly, and took his big palm with her little hand to gently touch her belly a few times.

"Huangfu Xijue, I am not in pain now, and I am not tormented by pain. On the contrary, I am very happy."

Hearing Mu Xiaoyan say such silly words, Huangfu Xijue was not happy, he held her little hand tightly in his palm, and let out a soft breath: "Xiaoyan, don't let you think about it, you Did you say that because you wanted to get rid of me earlier, did the doctor say that the illness is serious?"

When Mu Xiaoyan heard this, she laughed impatiently: "Xi Jue Huangfu, when can you hope that I will get better? The doctor never said that my illness is serious."

"How could it not be serious?"

"Why does it have to be serious?" "I'm pregnant."

"Isn't pregnancy a serious illness?" Huangfu Xijue retorted loudly before she heard it clearly.

After he reacted, the corners of his mouth were pulled apart in a big arc, and after a few seconds of being stunned, he asked in disbelief, "Mu Xiaoyan, is what you said true?"

"Can I still lie to you?" Mu Xiaoyan rolled her eyes at him displeased.

"It's great, I'm going to be a father again."

"Who said you were going to be a father? Did you ever say that the child is yours?" Mu Xiaoyan said jokingly.

"What?" Huangfu Xijue's brows knit together quickly. "The child is not mine?"

"Say, who is the father of the child?" He's going to kill him!

"I was joking with you, the child is yours." For such a paranoid man, he didn't dare to continue making this joke. If he took it seriously, it would be bad, and something might happen.