Shura love

The wedding date was finalized, and until they went back to their respective rooms to rest that night, Yan Moshang still didn't find a chance to talk to Di Xiangxi alone. After getting up, the two inevitably made out on the bed, and when they went downstairs, the members of the Di family had already left for Zhongmeng.

"I'm done eating."

Today, Yan Moshang is going to meet Chairman Lin with Di Mojun. Di Mojun's breakfast is usually settled with a cup of black coffee. If it wasn't for waiting for him, he probably left long ago. busy.

"Drink the milk."

Putting down the treasure in his palm, he glanced at the glass full of untouched milk in front of him. Di Mojun looked at him unquestionably. Picky eaters, except for this milk, since he was pregnant, he drank it every day, until he felt like throwing up. Chenxiu and Jue used to supervise him, but now he has become Di Mojun as a matter of course. The problem is, he really doesn’t want to drink it. La.

"Hey, after drinking it, you still have severe morning sickness recently, the baby also needs nutrition, doesn't it?"

Seeing this, Di Mojun had no choice but to get up and sit next to him, holding milk and coaxing him in various ways. If this scene was seen by the soldiers of the Di family or the Di family army, they would all be convulsed and died in battle, right?One of them is the well-known Asura general in the universe, and the other is the most anticipated military upstart in the world, but now one has become a baby daddy, and the other has become a baby baby. How happy is this picture?

"Milk is not the only source of nutrition. Look, I just finished eating the breakfast prepared by the butler. The baby won't be hungry. Mo Jun, let's not drink milk in the future, okay?"

Pinching his nose in distaste, Yan Moshang pulled him softly to please and act like a spoiled child, Nimo, he would never drink that stuff.

"No, baby, drink at least half of it. Milk is good for you and the baby."

After sternly refusing, Grandma Di coaxed him again patiently, which almost became his daily homework.

"No, Mo Jun..."

Afraid that he would really hand it to his mouth, Yan Moshang pulled at the hem of his military uniform pitifully, his expression, tone and behavior were all naive and innocent.Just like a real milk baby, of course, if you can ignore his body shape, "It's no use acting like a baby, baby, be good, we're going to be late, come on, let's have a drink."

As he spoke, Di Mojun stubbornly handed the crystal cup to his lips. The moment Yan Moshang's lips touched the milk, all kinds of nausea and nausea suddenly jumped to his throat, his face changed, and Yan Moshang pushed Driving him away, he stumbled and ran to the restroom closest to the restaurant.

"Mo Shang..."

"Vag... vomit..."

Di Mojun hurriedly put down his cup and chased after him worriedly, but saw Yan Moshang vomited with his hands propped on the sink. He vomited out all the breakfast he had just eaten. Di Mojun walked over and patted it with distress On his back, he blamed himself and said, "Sorry, I..."

"Well...it's none of your business...vomit..."

Yan Moshang shook his head in embarrassment, and before he finished speaking, he vomited again, even the bile was about to be vomited out, and his stomach was still rolling very badly, Di Mojun's heart was about to break when he saw it, and he wanted to replace him Suffering, why... No, just this once, no matter whether Mo Shang gave birth to a boy or a girl this time, he will not let him get pregnant again, it's too much trouble, his heart aches!

Di Moyin, the only little princess of the Di family who does not have to go to the military area, just saw Di Mojun running to the bathroom when she came down the stairs. Out of curiosity, she also followed. After undisguised distress, the little girl pursed her lips for a long while, and then saw that Yan Moshang was really sad. After all, the little girl couldn't bear it anymore. Brother Mojun's child, her little nephew.

"Morning sickness in early pregnancy is inevitable, try something sour."

Di Moyin, who was dressed in riding clothes, said arrogantly, she was definitely not worried about Yan Moshang, yes, she was worried about her little nephew!

"Huh? Sour?"

Hearing the voice, Di Mojun looked back at her, well, he is omnipotent, but he is also a man, he really doesn't understand this little common sense that only women and doctors know.

"Schools have learned that sour things can somewhat suppress morning sickness, and a few people also like spicy things. You can refer to it yourself. I'm going to go horseback riding with my friends."

Di Moyin was a proud little princess, she couldn't get used to someone's grateful gaze, so after speaking arrogantly, she turned her heels and left.

"Well... your little princess is actually very cute."

After finally resisting the desire to vomit, Yan Moshang rinsed his mouth, and praised unreservedly while wiping his mouth.

"Fool, it's our little princess. Let's go. I'll ask the housekeeper to prepare some sour plums for you. You can only eat them on the road."

Dotingly poked his head, Di Mojun hugged him and walked out, not at all suspicious of the method the little princess said, because the little princess is not only a woman, but also the only one in the Di family who has not been to a military academy, but A top student admitted to the medical university, she will join the Di family army as a military doctor in the future.

People in the Di family, even a housekeeper and a servant are very capable. Di Mojun just said that Yan Moshang vomited again, and asked the housekeeper to prepare something with a sour taste. Originally, he meant sour plums or something But the housekeeper thoughtfully mixed the sour plums into the rice balls, which not only made them easy to carry, but also fundamentally solved Yan Moshang's food and clothing problem.

By the time they arrived at the Zhongmeng Military Region, Yan Moshang, who had just vomited in the morning, was already full. The two completely ignored the passing officers and soldiers around them, and went straight to Lin Sang's office. On the way here, Di Mojun has already made an appointment with Lin Sang to meet.

"Admiral Di, Mo Shang."

When the two came out of the elevator, they happened to meet Mo Sixian and Long Moting who were about to go in. They hadn't seen Yan Moshang for a long time. Mo Sixian's eyes lingered greedily on his beautiful and handsome face. It was full of warm smiles that shouldn't belong to him, but Long Moting's face was filled with displeasure. If it wasn't for Di Mojun's presence, he might have lost his temper already.

"Major General Mo, Colonel Long, what a coincidence!"

Seeing that his men refused to pay any attention to them, Yan Moshang greeted them with a smile. He didn't know if it was on purpose. He knew that Long Moting held a grudge because of his downgrading, but he just didn't open any pots. Colonel Long The three words sounded as ironic as they sounded, and Long Moting was so angry that he almost exploded in an instant. However, it seemed that after what happened some time ago, Long Moting became much calmer, and he didn't really jump up and point He cursed loudly, but kicked him fiercely with his cannibal eyes.

See here.Yan Moshang raised his eyebrows with interest.It seems that Long Moting has become obedient.It's boring.There will be another interesting toy in the future.

"Mo Shang, I haven't seen you for a while, I miss you a lot, how about it, do you want to have dinner together later?"

It was as if Mo Sixian had been hit by a Gu. He knew that Di Mojun was upset, but he still couldn't help but want to get close to him. When he saw the opportunity, he asked for a meal together. They were all ignored, and only Yan Moshang could be seen in his eyes and mind.

"Hehe... No need, I have an appointment with the chairman, it may be very late."

Feeling that his slender waist was suddenly grasped by someone, Yan Moshang smiled helplessly. Even an idiot could see that Mo Sixian really liked him, but his heart was very small, and it was already full of him just pretending to be Di Mojun. I can't stand another man anymore.

"Oh, well, let's make an appointment next time, can I call you to make an appointment?"

Mo Sixian nodded with difficulty concealing his disappointment, and looked at him expectantly again. His handsome and delicate face was full of starlight, and he couldn't see the ruthless appearance that was rumored to be sinister and vicious by the outside world.

"No, Major General Mo, Mo Shang belongs to this general. In a few days, this general will hold a wedding in Western Europe and officially marry him as this general's wife. He has no time to have dinner with you."

What kind of man is Di Mojun?How could he let others covet his dear baby again and again in front of him, his tone was obviously gentle, but it instantly cut off all Mo Sixian's thoughts.

Mo Sixian and Mo Ting, who first heard the news of their marriage, were both stunned on the spot. Does he really want to marry Di Mojun?

"Mo Shang..."

Mo Sixian still didn't see his heart, and stared at Yan Moshang with all sorts of viciousness.

"Hehe...you are welcome to come to our wedding, we have an appointment with the chairman."

After all, Yan Moshang took the initiative to hold Di Mojun's hand, and the two passed them one after another. Mo Sixian stared at their backs until they disappeared around the corner, but he still couldn't recover. Married, the first time he has been attracted to in more than [-] years, he has not started to pursue him, and he is about to get married...

Compared to his loss, Long Moting is happy to see his success. Of course, he is not wishing Yan Moshang, but... Since he returned to the Long family last time, he made outstanding achievements in the monster incident. There are more and more people supporting him, and his father seems to be more inclined to him, always paying attention to his movements. Long Moting faintly feels a crisis that has never happened before. If he loses the inheritance right of the Long family, what will he do? Not anymore, originally he was still planning how to get back what Yan Moshang 'robbed', but now it seems that he is worrying too much, once Yan Moshang marries Di Mojun, he will lose the dragon forever. The right to inherit the family, the Long family will eventually return to his hands.

"Jealous?"

On the other side, after the two walked a certain distance, Yan Moshang looked at Di Mojun with his lips tightly pressed together with a funny face.

"With him? Hmph!"

The small snort represents Di Mojun's pride, he is unhappy that others covet his treasure, not jealous, a little Mo Sixian is not worthy of making Di Mojun jealous!

"Ha ha……"

Knowing what he meant, Yan Moshang didn't continue to say anything. He slid down his hand and clasped his fingers tightly. Yan Hong's lips curved into a warm and seductive arc.