In the bedroom, Jiang Beichen frowned and went to the bathroom. The smell of toilet water made him very uncomfortable.
Song Xiaoya sits beside the bed, fiddling with the little toys in her hand, and then opens the drawer next to her.
And then She just froze
Condoms!
It seems that Jiang Beichen is ready to bring her here today.
Song Xiaoya pursed her lips and stared at the condom box in the drawer. Then she suddenly picked it up and went to the window, trying to throw it out of the window.
She and Jiang Beichen said many times, want to have another child, but Jiang Beichen stubborn like a donkey, how to say don't agree, don't give her any chance!
She took things to the window, ready to throw the box down, but on second thought, the action stopped again.
A moment later, she had a sly smile on her face, and then she went back to the bed and put the box back.
Then, she walked out of the bedroom and searched downstairs.
Finally, she finally found what she wanted A silver embroidery needle
Like doing bad things, song Xiaoya looks nervous, and her hands are trembling, for fear that Jiang Beichen suddenly comes out and catches her on the spot.
But for the sake of her daughter, her mother can only give up!
As long as she is pregnant with a child, Jiang Beichen must be reluctant to let her go to abortion, and then he can only agree to let her be born.
Success or failure depends on this, so think, her hand action immediately accelerated, full of energy.
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When Jiang Beichen comes out of the bath, song Xiaoya leans on the head of the bed as if nothing had happened, looking at the book found in the bedside table.
Seeing him coming out, she quickly put down the book in her hand and sat up, "have you washed it?"
"Well." Jiang Beichen, wearing a bathrobe and wiping her short hair with a white towel in one hand, is coming towards her.
Song Xiaoya took the initiative to lean on his arms, and put her hand around his waist.
Jiang Beichen's figure Leng for a while, for her sudden initiative, some accidents, he asked her in a low voice, "what's the matter?"
"Nothing..." She put her face on his shoulder and said softly.
Seeing that she suddenly became so clever, Jiang Beichen felt itchy. Then he opened his lips and asked, "Song Xiaoya, did you do something sorry for me?"
His words, let song Xiaoya a surprise, immediately guilty down, "no!"
Jiang Beichen some doubts, then turned over on the bed, stretched out his hand around her waist, "today is the Tanabata Festival, you should not say something to her husband?"
"Good!" Song Xiaoya immediately put a smile around his neck, turned over, blushed and pressed him under his body.
No way, no daughter, she had no face no skin.
She untied Jiang Beichen's bathrobe, and then a pair of small hands began to feel uneasily.
Jiang Beichen was agitated by her breathing a little short, but still grabbed her little hand, "wait a minute!"
Knowing what he was thinking, song Xiaoya could not help but chuckle. She took the box out of the drawer and said gallantly, "husband, do you want me to take it with you..."
Jiang Beichen's eyes flashed a doubt, how can she be so abnormal today?
Song Xiaoya's eyes flashed a strange light, as if she had seen her daughter coming towards her.
Jiang Beichen put all her careful thoughts into his eyes. The next moment, he suddenly threw the box back into the drawer. "Wife, you've been busy all day. You must be tired. You'd better have a rest early."
According to his guess, this woman must have done something on those condoms!
How could he marry such a funny stupid woman.
Song Xiaoya's eyes widened in amazement. She couldn't believe what she heard!
Jiang Beichen actually said forget it Is this the sun coming out from the west? She suddenly had an impulse to vomit blood!
She had a hard time getting ready, and it was like this? Isn't that a waste of work?
She bit her lip and asked reluctantly, "Jiang Beichen, do you think I'm not fresh and start to dislike me?"
Jiang Beichen took her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, "today's press conference is so tired, I want you to have a rest earlier."
"But your body is clear..." Song Xiaoya is not satisfied. His body is very honest, but he says he wants to have a rest earlier. Hum!
Jiang Beichen face a burst of embarrassment, and then light back a sentence, "that's because the weather is too hot!"
Song Xiaoya is speechless
When Jiang Beichen came downstairs at dawn the next day, the smell came from the kitchen.
Song Xiaoya is making breakfast.
When Songya came into the restaurant with two fried eggs, he came out."Have breakfast, go to a place with me after eating!" Song Xiaoya put the food on the table, then turned to song Xiaoya and asked.
"Good." Jiang Beichen nodded and agreed without thinking. Then he sat down on the table, took the cup of coffee that had just been brewed and sipped it lightly.
"Why don't you ask me where I'm going?" See he promised so straightforward, song Xiaoya can't help some doubts.
"Because I know." Jiang Beichen raised black Mou to glance at her one eye, suddenly calm way such a words.
“……” Song Xiaoya is stunned. She hasn't said anything. How does he know?
"I can't hide anything from you..." She curled her lips, sat down beside him, then said with a smile, "grandma must be very happy to see you."
The last time she came back with the Song family to sweep the tomb, Jiang Beichen was busy with his work, so he never had a chance to bring him.
Now that she has time, she can finally take him to see her grandmother who loves her most
"I've got it ready. It's in the cupboard." Jiang Beichen points his chin, then glances at the decorative cabinet in the living room.
Song Xiaoya is a little surprised. She quickly gets up and subconsciously goes to the cabinet and opens it.
Found inside a bunch of white lilies, and some tomb sweeping supplies.
"When were these prepared?" She asked, somewhat incredulously.
"Before we come." Jiang Beichen side action elegant eating her fried eggs, while slowly said.
Song Xiaoya
Now she finally knows why she never takes her brain when she goes out with Jiang Beichen!
In front of a tombstone on the mountain, song Xiaoya stands there, staring at the picture of the loving old man on the tombstone.
Jiang Beichen stood beside her, one hand still on her waist.