"" Luo Xi gave up arguing with this male chauvinist, "Forget it, I'd better give him a nickname."
"Don't call her Momo."
The man stipulated in advance.
Luo Xi Yile, "What's that called, little mouse?"
"Luoxi, don't make me beat you up."
The man threatened with a cold face.
His son is a little mouse, what is he, a big mouse?
Seeing his dark face, Luo Xi smiled even more happily, hugged the man's neck and climbed on top of him.
"Be honest with me."
The man said coldly, but he put his arms around the woman's back and held her up against him.
Not a single hand was idle, she lifted up Luo Xi's top, revealing her slightly bulging belly.
"Jing Mohao, what are you doing?"
Luo Xi stretched out his hand to cover it, but the man took it away.
The man's eyes were slightly at a loss as he looked into the woman's eyes, "I can hear this brat moving around."
Luo Xi looked deep into his eyes and couldn't help teasing him, "Isn't Jing Mohao known to know everything?"
The man bent down instantly, "I knew it right away."
"Why" Before Luo Xi could say anything, the man's ear was already pressed against her belly.
Looking at his awkward appearance, his back was hunched, probably in a posture he had never had before in his life.
This man who never bends down will only bow his head to kiss and listen when facing himself.
He was probably too excited to be at a loss for this little baby in his belly.
Luo Xi saw him lying down solemnly, listening attentively, and couldn't help but laugh at him, "Jing Mohao, the child is too young to hear."
"Do you want to tell this kid that I haven't even felt his existence?"
"" Why do you know now that he cares so much?
But after listening for a long time, Jing Mohao didn't hear anything and couldn't help but darken his face.
You brat, you really don’t give me face, and you won’t even give me a thought.
Jing Mohao turned his head slightly, brushed the corners of his lips over Luo Xi's smooth skin, and placed a kiss on it.
Luo Xi only felt a little warmth, and then it turned into a flower of tenderness.
Her fingertips ran through the man's dark hair, and her smile was warm.
Suddenly, a stiffness hit him.
Jing Mohao took off the woman's body, straightened her clothes and put her in his arms.
He took out the injection from his pocket, injected it quickly into his upper arm, and threw the empty syringe into the trash can.
Luo Xi clearly felt his familiar movements and the silent voice in her heart.
She knew exactly what happened just now, but she couldn't speak and could only hug the man in front of her tightly.
The time that this tube of powerful sedatives can last has become shorter and shorter.
Last time it could last for two days, but this time it took less than a day before he had another attack.
Now, every empty syringe heralds the approach of separation.
Jing Mohao heard the person sniffing slightly, picked her up and walked upstairs.
A few days flew by.
Jian Qing came out from Jing Mohao's place with a relaxed look on her face, and went to the hospital to fill up the prescriptions in case of emergencies, but her expression was still not relaxed.
Back at Jian's house, as soon as I walked in, I was surrounded by someone behind me.
"Qingqing, you're finally back."
A hearty voice reached her eardrums, making Jian Qing tremble all over, and immediately threw the person behind her away with her backhand.
However, he was a royal agent of the Dark Empire.
How could he, a medical expert, just throw him away?
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