After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

Will you move to Fu Juntong's house?

Han Qi turned his wrist thoughtfully.

He didn't think much of it.

As the saying goes, a golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as your own doghouse. It always feels weird to live in someone else's house, and just thinking about it makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

Fu Juntong saw the hidden resistance in Han Qi's eyes, did not give up his thoughts, and continued to say to him: "I don't worry about you being alone. If the pregnancy reaction becomes more and more serious, there will be no one around to help you." , too hard."

Fu Juntong spoke with a very sincere expression.

Han Qi thought so too.

He has never seen pork but has seen pigs run, and he knows what the reaction to pregnancy is, let alone...

Han Qi frowned in distress. He felt that it was too troublesome just to listen to the precautions ordered by the doctor, let alone put everything into practice.

He is indeed a little worried, just relying on his hand to barely make a living, and relying on the life skills of taking out meals from time to time, it is indeed a difficult problem for a person to take care of a pregnant self by himself.

Fu Juntong carefully observed Han Qi's face, seeing the rejection on his face began to waver, "Usually you want to be alone, no one will disturb you at all, you can do whatever you want, just follow Just like at home."

Fu Juntong's tone was gentle and gentle, and his voice was deliberately lowered, with a hint of gentleness and coaxing.

Fu Juntong kept looking at him, his eyes were as gentle as water, as gentle as the breeze in the mountains.

It's hard not to be touched.

After Fu Juntong finished speaking, he stared at Han Qi intently, with nervousness in his eyes.

Han Qi looked at Fu Juntong fixedly, and the balance in his heart began to tilt to the other side. It sounded good, and he had no reason to refuse.

In the silence of the room, Han Qi heard his own voice: "Okay."

When he arrived at Fu Juntong's house, Han Qi was still in a fog.

He didn't even think about how he developed this situation in his heart. Too many things happened today, and he couldn't react.

How did it develop to living in Fu Juntong's house, and it feels logically very logical.

Han Qi felt like he had overlooked something, but he couldn't remember it.

Before he could understand, Fu Juntong had already parked the car.

It felt like a few minutes had passed, and Fu Juntong's home was indeed very close to the hospital.

To Han Qi's surprise, Fu Juntong's residence was not as grand as he imagined, a deep mansion or a grand compound.

On the contrary, it is a small villa with a very simple decoration style.

Compared with the average person, it can indeed be said to be very good, but there is still some gap with the domineering president's residence in Han Qi's imagination.

After Fu Juntong parked the car, he took Han Qi to the villa.

As if seeing the doubt in Han Qi's eyes, Fu Juntong said as he walked, "I live here alone. It's close to the company, and it's more convenient to come and go. Usually, only people from the cleaning company will come to clean regularly."

Fu Juntong walked in front of Han Qi, reminding him to be careful.

Considering that he had a lot to do tonight, Fu Juntong was afraid that Han Qi would be hungry, and there were still some dumplings and wontons frozen in the refrigerator, so he turned to Han Qi and said, "Are you hungry, do you want something to eat?"

Han Qi rubbed his belly and shook his head at Fu Juntong: "I'm not hungry, I don't have much appetite."

Hearing what Han Qi said, Fu Juntong did not force him.

He looked at Han Qi's unconcealable tiredness between his brows, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

"If you don't want to eat, go to bed early."

Fu Juntong led Han Qi up to the second floor and gave him a key.

"Here is the key to the guest bedroom. I leave it to you. Although this is called a guest bedroom, no one has ever stayed with me. Everything is new, and the bedding is also new."

Fu Juntong opened the closet while talking: "I have prepared pajamas and a few sets of clothes here, and I will use them for now, and I will go back to pack things when I have time."

Fu Juntong didn't linger too long. After speaking, he turned and left, and closed the door: "Go to rest early."

"Okay, thank you Brother Fu."

Han Qi felt that Fu Juntong was very talkative tonight, detailing everything, and those who didn't know thought he was taking care of the children.

Han Qi sat on the bed, feeling soft and warm, and he knew it would be very comfortable.

In the previous few contacts, I didn't mention it when I suddenly turned ancient. Although Fu Juntong said that he felt very gentle, he was definitely not a talkative person. He looked completely different today.

Maybe after knowing that I'm going to be a father, the power of father's love will be strengthened?

Maybe, otherwise there is no way to explain it.

It seems that Fu Juntong will definitely be a good father in the future.

Han Qi rubbed his belly, feeling a little melancholy.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable emotions welling up in his heart.

Although he was very tired, he didn't want to fall asleep with the tiredness of the journey.

Han Qi quickly took a shower.

He originally thought that he would not be able to fall asleep if he fell into an unfamiliar environment, but he did not expect to fall asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

The quality of sleep the night before was so good that Han Qi unexpectedly woke up early.

It was only after seven o'clock when he opened his eyes. Although it was not too early, it was already rare early for him.

Han Qi yawned, fumbled to go to the bathroom and washed up, then took his clothes and prepared to go downstairs to eat.

After all, he didn't live alone, so he was too embarrassed to stay out. Besides, he was a little hungry, and he really needed to go for food.

Han Qi put on his clothes and tidied up his neckline. The clothes fit well and were comfortable. It was the type he liked.

Wait, Han Qi suddenly realized something was wrong.

The room has been cleaned up long ago, the toiletries are newly prepared, and even the clothes fit just right.

He finally remembered what was wrong, these things were too well prepared, and everything was in line with his habits, even the clothes were just right.

He thought that moving to live with Fu Juntong was just a logical accident.

Now it seems that this is not a coincidence, Fu Juntong has obviously planned it for a long time!

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