Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

"Sit over there on the sofa, there are too many people coming and going here, it will be bad if you accidentally bump into you later." Feng Yaqin directed Han Xiaoye to sit on the sofa and poured her a bowl The fish soup came over and put it in front of her. He poured himself another bowl of fish soup and sat over, "Girl Xiaoye, did your little uncle tell you? We're going to move soon."

   "...he probably mentioned it."

   "He just mentioned it to you. I don't even know how to tell you. It's not long after you gave birth to your baby, so I let you run around with your baby. I'm so sorry..."

   Feng Yaqin said guiltily.

   "I should have given you a good rest for a while before we left, but..."

"Anla, Mommy, I just gave birth to ninety-nine, and it's not hemiplegia. It's fine to take two steps. Besides, we're not going to walk to our new home." Han Xiaoye comforted her, "It's just a few steps, I'm fine. I can give birth to Xiao Jiu, let alone a few steps."

  Feng Yaqin felt a little more comfortable, and tapped the tip of her nose in annoyance, "You, you like to talk nonsense with just one mouth. I think Mu Ye's small mouth is like you.

   "...He's obviously like a little uncle." Han Xiaoye didn't admit it.

  Feng Yaqin looked at her funny and said, "Your little uncle was not like Mu Ye when he was a child. If he was half as lively as Mu Ye, I wouldn't suspect him of autism."

  Autism is still a good idea, she had no doubt that her second child was an idiot at first.

  Otherwise, he is more than two years old, almost three years old, and he can't even talk. Until her mouth was blistered in a hurry, and when she was going to take someone abroad to see an expert overnight, the person she thought could not speak had a cold face, and she said a whole coherent sentence directly to her with extremely clear words. Only then did she dispel her concerns and realize that it wasn't that he couldn't speak at all, he just didn't want to speak.

  Thinking of the past, she had a feeling of broken heart.

   Now I’m looking forward to having a grandson with great difficulty. It’s not a boring gourd, and it’s too lively. It's an annoying little grandpa.

  Feng Yaqin thought of Fu Zhiyan, of Fu Xiaoxiao, and of Fu Xiaojiu in her baby, her slightly melancholy face stretched out.

   smiled and brought a bowl of fish soup to Han Xiaoye, picked up a bowl and drank it slowly. Looking at Han Xiaoye again, he asked strangely, "Xiaoye, why don't you drink it?"

   "No, I'll drink it right away."

  Han Xiaoye generously went to justice and did it in one breath.

  Feng Yaqin saw that she didn't want to drink fish soup, and was amused by the tangled expression on her face, "Okay, when Xiaojiu is weaned, I won't cook fish soup for you."

"real?"

   The person who put down the bowl suddenly raised his head with a look of surprise.

   Immediately, she realized that she was too explicit, and quickly explained.

   "It's not that I don't want to drink the soup that Mommy boiled, but I drink it every day for the past few months. I really can't stand it. As soon as I smell it, my stomach feels uncomfortable."

"I know, I know, I didn't say that you don't like the soup I boiled. I have also gone through this stage, little girl, listen to my mother, and insist on it for another two months. It will be fine when the baby is weaned. Drink, later..." She whispered close to Han Xiaoye's ear, "In the future, Xiaojiu will be weaned, and your **** will sag a lot. Have you ever seen a balloon? Do you know what a balloon looks like when it's deflated? That's what it looks like. ."

  Boom!

  Han Xiaoye didn't expect that she would say this to herself. The key is that the movers were still walking around, so she discussed such a private topic in her ear. Rao is that Han Xiaoye is bold enough, and his face is still flushed.

Her mind unconsciously listened to her words, and she couldn't help but lowered her head and glanced at her breasts, which had grown a lot due to breastfeeding, and then imagined an avalanche between two small peaks, which suddenly flattened to a level. Immediately stimulated.

   "That, Mommy..."

   "Huh?" Feng Yaqin's attention has turned elsewhere, instructing the workers who are packing things, "You guys add a layer of sponge to this inside, otherwise the things inside will be easily broken."

"And that, ah! Yes, it's you! Didn't I say it before? Put clothes and clothes together, don't put dark clothes and light-colored clothes in the same box, it's the easiest to dye. "

   She took time to look back, "Girl Xiaoye, what did you just tell me?"

  Han Xiaoye had a big red face, but he still couldn't resist the voice in his heart, and whispered, "That, Mommy, do you still have fish soup? I want to drink another bowl."

   "Push!"

   Feng Yaqin smiled knowingly, and Han Xiaoye blushed even more.

   She got up and picked up the bowl that Han Xiaoye had just used, "There's more, I'll bring you another bowl."

   "Thank you Mommy."

  …

   Just because he listened to Feng Yaqin's balloon metaphor in the afternoon, Han Xiaoye was dizzy all day, until Fu Zhiyan went home in the evening. She was still looking back and forth in front of the mirror.

   People say that they have a daughter and a mother, and they are right. Although her skin condition looked worse when she was pregnant with Fu Xiaojiu, after giving birth, since she started breastfeeding, her skin condition is getting better day by day. Not only that, she started to recover slowly without exercising, and she didn't look like a person with two children at all. On the contrary, it seems to be growing in reverse, growing back to the state of 18 years old, and the tender ones can squeeze out the water.

   She looked left and right, looked up and down, and was extremely satisfied with her current state.

   Unconsciously, her eyes moved from her collagen-filled face to her tall breasts. Her **** were good, but she seemed to see two big balloons that exploded in the mirror with a 'bang'. When it exploded, it exploded. The most tragic thing was that she also saw the miserable appearance of two broken balloons slumped in front of her chest after the explosion.

  If her **** were hanging on her chest like two balloons in the mirror, she…

  Han Xiaoye couldn't imagine that scene, so he was shocked.

   Just saw a tired man come out of the shower, she couldn't help but ask, "Little uncle, do you think I'm good-looking?"

  "..." What the **** is the little hooligan doing?

  Fu Zhiyan squinted his eagle eyes while wiping his hair, and said lightly, "En."

   "What do you mean, is it good-looking or not?" She had a tendency to break the casserole and ask to the end.

  Fu Zhiyan had a big head and asked her, "What do you think?"

"I think it's pretty, don't you think my face looks younger every day since I gave birth to Xiao Jiu? Even my skin condition is getting better every day. Even if I don't take care of my skin every day, my skin is the same as before. After applying the mask, it is soft and supple."