After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

It was more than an hour when Han Qi was carried back to bed by Fu Juntong again.

Due to the injury, Fu Juntong did not lie flat on the bed like Han Qi, so he didn't lie down at all, and just sat beside Han Qi.

Han Qi rolled twice on the bed, saw that Fu Juntong had been sitting beside him and looked at him, and felt uneasy lying down, so he sat up too.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat up, Fu Juntong, who was sitting upright, got up and got out of bed. Han Qi was a little puzzled for a while:

"What's wrong?"

Fu Juntong didn't turn his head back, he walked to the side of the medicine box and rummaged for something: "Wait a minute."

Fu Juntong's purpose was very clear, he quickly found what he was looking for, turned around and walked back.

"Just now I saw that your hands were red, please apply some medicine."

After speaking, he sat next to Han Qi again and unscrewed the ointment.

It's red, can it not be red?

Han Qi looked at his hand, the color of the palm was indeed much redder than before, as if it had been rubbed in some rough place.

Although the hands of programmers are not as precious as those of painters and musicians, they are still something to eat, and he usually pays attention to cherishing his hands, how can they withstand such a long time of making.

Han Qi wanted to complain, but he couldn't say it directly to Fu Juntong, so he reached out to Fu Juntong directly:

"Here, paint it on."

Although he himself felt that there was nothing to paint on, even though it was a little red, and it was still a little painful to touch, but this little thing, after a night of sleep, it will be almost healed.

However, since Fu Juntong has already taken out the ointment to make amends, it is not impossible for him to accept it reluctantly.

Fu Juntong had the ointment on one hand, and held his fingers with the other hand, applying the ointment one by one.

Having said that, I found that the gap between his and Fu Juntong's hands is still quite large, no matter in terms of shape or size.

Although Fu Juntong was taller than him, he was only half a head tall, but his hands could hold Han Qi's whole body.

Forget it, the strength is more than a little bit stronger than him, but if he holds it, there is really no room for breaking free.

It was like in the bathroom, when Fu Juntong firmly held his hand and followed his own thoughts, Han Qi had no room to resist and could only follow the trend.

Fortunately, Fu Juntong didn't really plan to do anything today, but just a taste of it, a little less close than Han Qi originally thought, but it was okay, but it was a pain in his hands.

Now the medicine is also very careful, as if afraid of his pain.

It's actually quite comfortable, at least for Han Qi, but there's just one thing, he hasn't even broken his skin, so Fu Juntong doesn't have to be so careful, because it's really, it's a little itchy.

"Fu..." As soon as Han Qi uttered this syllable, he saw Fu Juntong look up at him. He was so frightened that he hurriedly held back his next words, showed him an innocent smile, and then changed his words in time: "Brother, Take it easy, it itch."

To be honest, this title is really a bit embarrassing, Han Qi can't easily call it out, especially when he is in front of Jiang Meng and the others, he always calls Brother Fu, so it's easy to say.

But fortunately, Fu Juntong barely ate his fill, and now is the time to be satisfied, so he didn't do anything to Han Qi after all, he just nodded, as if he had heard:

"Be patient, it will be soon."

How can I bear this, the itching is even more unbearable than the pain.

Han Qi suddenly understood why he was giving Fu Juntong a good dose of medicine before, why he suddenly reacted, and thinking about it now, it is indeed not impossible.

His hands were already itching like this. Fu Juntong's back was so big that it seemed possible to react.

After Fu Juntong carefully applied the medicine to him, he put the ointment on again, then grabbed Han Qi's two hands, made fists for them manually, and wrapped them into his palms.

He wanted to say it when Jiang Meng also called Han Qi to be Xiao Qi. They are already in a serious boyfriend-boyfriend relationship, and they will definitely get married in the near future. How could Han Qi's other half not have a nickname of his own?

He can't call him Xiao Qi like everyone else, because it won't show his specialness. If more and more people call him in the future, then he will be called Han Qi easily. It's all over the place.

This can't be done, this can't be done, he must find out a name, and he can let Han Qi know that he is calling him, which is different from others!

But now the problem is coming, so what should be called to have this effect?

Fu Juntong couldn't figure it out at the moment, so he decided decisively, no matter whether he wanted to come out or not, he would first tell Han Qi this question.

"Xiao Qi." Fu Juntong looked at Han Qi: "I don't think I can call you that anymore, why are there too many people calling you, I apply for a special title."

Isn't this called a good one? Why did you suddenly say that you want to change it?

Sometimes Fu Juntong's man's heart is really like a needle under the sea, so he can't figure it out.

Han Qi didn't understand, but it wasn't a big deal. Mr. Han, who was considerate, quickly agreed to Mr. Fu's application.

Even if Han Qi didn't agree immediately, Fu Juntong would grind him to agree.

"Then, what do you want to be called?" It's a trivial matter to change the name, but what do you want to call it?There are only two characters in his name, and he doesn't have a nickname. If he isn't called Xiaoqi, should he be called Xiaohan?

It's not like being called a secretary.

But this is indeed a good question, and Fu Juntong only has the rudiments of an idea in this regard. As for what to call it, he hasn't figured it out yet.

But how could such a trivial matter be so rare for the well-read Mr. Fu?

So after a while, Fu Juntong already thought of what to call it.

He cleared his throat, and gently put his head close to Han Qi's ear, "Baby."

After finishing speaking, he seemed a little embarrassed, and after calling Han Qi a baby, he turned his head to the side, with a suspicious blush on his face, looking as if he was shy.

But Han Qi is different, he is not shy at all, what kind of name is this, it is better to call him Xiao Han, Han Qi said firmly to Fu Juntong:

"No, absolutely not." Han Qi was always easy to talk, and this was the first time he disagreed with Fu Juntong so seriously.

It's just that he really can't accept this. It's shameful enough to be called brother by Fu Juntong yesterday. He reluctantly accepted it, but it's true to call him a baby. After all, he is also an adult. Yes, he is still a man, and he still needs face.

Just now he yelled so privately that he felt goosebumps on his skin. If he yelled like this in front of people, then he really wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

"another!"

Fu Juntong looked at Han Qi's rarely serious expression, and knew that Han Qi would not agree to this title.He looked at Han Qi instead, with a bit of regret in his eyes.

Isn't it good to be called a baby? When he reads that people are called babies, he is quite happy. Why doesn't Han Qi like it so much?

Seeing that Fu Juntong didn't make a statement, Han Qi thought that he didn't want to change. After all, it was Fu Juntong who called people, and he was just the one called, and the initiative was in the hands of the other party.

If he insisted on shouting, Han Qi would have nothing to do with him.

This can't go on like this.

Han Qi stared at him fixedly, then he simply pulled his hand out of Fu Juntong's hand and wrapped it around his neck.

"Brother, brother, change to another one, okay?" He leaned on Fu Juntong, coquettishly, and his voice was deliberately elongated, sounding soft and sweet.

It was rare for Han Qi to be so proactive, and Fu Juntong was flattered at this moment.

He stretched out his hand against Han Qi's lower back, giving him a place to borrow strength so that he would not be tired when he maintained this position.

"it is good."

Wen Xiangnunyu is in her arms, and she is still acting like a baby to you. If you make a request at this time, who can refuse, there is no way to say "no".

Then if you don't call it this, what else can you call it? It can't really be called Xiaohan, right?

Fu Juntong thought about it, and there were countless words that showed the close relationship in his mind. Dan always felt that something was wrong. At the end of the day, he finally settled on Han Qi's real name:

"Then, why don't we call it Qiqi." The word "Qi" is called "Xiaoqi" in front of it. It really sounds like the elders are calling the younger generation.

Han Qi didn't expect that Fu Juntong would only pop out Qi Qi because of this, to see if he frowned. He thought that after the baby, there would be many messy names waiting for him to veto one by one. Woolen cloth.

Fortunately not.

Let's just be Qiqi, although it sounds a bit feminine, but compared to the baby, it's much more normal.

Now that Fu Juntong said he wanted to call it this, Han Qi nodded readily and agreed, "Okay, that's it."

After solving this matter, he belatedly realized how close he was to Fu Jun with the current posture. Although it was not uncommon for him to do more intimate things, Han Qi still inevitably felt a little shy.

So he hastily let go of the hands around Fu Juntong's neck.

"The name has also been mentioned, and everything that should be done has been done. You are still injured. Do you want to rest for a while?"

"There's no rush." ​​Fu Juntong put his hand on Han Qi's back, and pulled him into his arms again.

"Qiqi, can you tell me first, if you can't call you baby in front of others, can you two in private?"

At some point, Fu Juntong's other hand was placed on Han Qi's back neck. While Fu Juntong was talking, his fingers kept stroking the delicate skin on the back of Han Qi's neck.

"Don't touch it, it's itchy." Curiously, I couldn't help but use my hands to poke, but Fu Juntong's hands are much stronger than him, and even he himself is still trapped in the arms of others. How could he save his neck from Fu Juntong's hands? Well, all this is just in vain.

"Okay, okay, I promise you it's not enough!" Fu Juntong has always vowed not to give up if he fails to achieve his goal, and he has seen it today.

But what can I do? I can’t throw away the boyfriend I found. Let’s just yell in private. I get used to yelling after issuing the certificate, but——

"Then we have agreed, as long as there are others, you can't call."

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