Chapter 1293 His Huang Ling

"I heard that if pregnant women take some time to relax, they will be in a good mood. If they are in a good mood, their appetite will be good, and then the baby will have enough nutrition." Huang Ling raised her arm, hooked Maupassant's neck and smiled.

She looked at him in the mirror. The Maupassant in the mirror was even more immortal, so handsome that it made people jealous.

Maupassant's eyes were warm, with a doting smile on her, and his voice was extremely pleasant, "Yes, Mommy also said that pregnant women who move more will not have such pain during childbirth. , it came out as soon as you pulled it.”

"When mommy gave birth to you, did you pull out immediately?" Huang Ling asked.

It comes out as soon as you pull it... Listen to this, why is it weird? In Huang Ling's opinion, isn't giving birth painful, painful, painful...?

Liu Fengfeng said that when she gave birth to her, she was in pain for two days and one night.

"Not really. Mommy said that when she gave birth to me, it was easier than other pregnant women. The women who went into the delivery room with her were howling for a long time and couldn't give birth. She only felt stomach pain and backache, and then she gave birth. ”

"Maybe it's because mommy has a big frame and it's easier to give birth." Huang Ling said with a smile.

"As soon as mommy got pregnant with me, she was active a lot, and daddy took her on trips."

Huang Ling hugged his neck tightly, "I also want you to take me on a trip."

"I'll satisfy you." Maupassant took her hand away, "I haven't taken a shower yet, so don't hold her so firmly."

"I don't mind the smell of your sweat." Huang Ling stood up and looked at the man who walked into the bathroom with a smile.

"You go to sleep first, don't wait for me."

"Okay." Huang Ling climbed onto the bed, "It's so comfortable to be back in my own nest."

The bed is soft, the quilt is soft, and the pillows are also soft. Lying down is not ordinary comfortable.

She was really tired, so she lay on the bed, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and then fell asleep.

When Maupassant came out, she was already sleeping soundly.

Maupassant walked to the bed and looked at her sleeping with a very gentle expression.

Her dark hair spread on the pillow, as smooth as black silk.

With her eyes closed, her eyelashes are thick and curled, like a small ink fan. Under the light, they cast a faint shadow, which is extremely beautiful.

The way she fell asleep quietly was less playful and more elegant and beautiful.

Thinking of her rough life and experiencing so much, he felt sorry for her in his heart.

He bent over and kissed her tender cheek, then went to the balcony and drank half a glass of red wine.

During the day, the words she told him kept lingering in his ears.

He had previously guessed that she and Song Wuyou had been together since childhood and grew up in two different families.

Unexpectedly, their souls traveled through time--they all ended up in other people's bodies.

My Huang Ling, my Huang Ling...

Maupassant was extremely shocked by what happened to Huang Ling.

His Huang Ling actually experienced two lives——

The wine was over and his hair was dry.

He returned to the house and lay down on the bed gently.

He was afraid of waking up his Huang Ling, so he went to bed very gently. However, as soon as he lay down, Huang Ling crawled into his arms like a kitten.

Maupassant curled his lips, silly girl.

He lay on his side, holding the little woman in his arms.

The little woman found a haven to rely on, lay down in a comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

Maupassant's cool lips kissed her fragrant hair again and again.

"Huang Ling..."