Mo Liangyu took a sitting posture and shook his head: "not yet, but I have a hunch that it must be a son!"

At this time, Han Yunting threw a sarcastic remark, "what if it's a daughter?"

Mo Liangyu choked in an instant and went into the sofa in mourning. "Third brother, I want a son. I want to inherit the Mohist tradition in the future. I can just take my daughter-in-law to go sightseeing. Isn't this kind of day fragrant?"

Han Yunting raised his hand to help the next frame, "it's really bad luck to be your son!"

Mo Liangyu

The conversation between the brothers is always accompanied by all kinds of good humor and ridicule, and the time flies. In the twinkling of an eye, it's 12:30, and dinner is about to start.

Today is Su Wantong's birthday, but she has never appeared.

There are many gifts on the table of the restaurant, which are all prepared for Su Wantong in advance.

At this time, Ling Wanxing looked around in the restaurant, and then called Uncle Ling to ask, "where's madam?"

After thinking about it, uncle Ling replied, "it seems that my wife went to the baby room just now. I'll ask her to go downstairs!"

"No, I'll go!"

Ling Wanxing stopped uncle Ling's action, turned around and told everyone to wait for a moment, then walked upstairs.

When she comes to the door of the baby room, Ling Wanxing deliberately slows down and gently pushes the door open. However, she finds that only the nanny is taking care of Qiao Mochen, and she doesn't see Su Wantong.

Ling Wanxing twisted his eyebrows suspiciously, looked at the sleeping Qiao Mochen, lowered his voice and asked the nanny, "is madam not here?"

"She just went back to her room. She didn't feel very well!"

Hearing that Su Wan Tong is not very comfortable, Ling Wan Xing's heart is tight.

These days, their work and rest are regular, and their daily life is well arranged with each other. Why are they suddenly uncomfortable?

Ling Wanxing did not hesitate, quickly came to the master bedroom door, straight into the door.

Perhaps his action is too urgent, scared Su Wan Tong in the room.

The box in her hand fell to the ground in an instant.

"Wan Tong?"

Lingwanxing light call forward, too late to see the things on the ground, support Su Wan Tong's shoulder are careful to look at, "where uncomfortable?"

Su Wan Tong took a breath, calmed down, raised his hand and patted him, "I'm not uncomfortable, but I almost didn't scare you to death!"

Having said that, Ling Wanxing was keenly aware that her eyes were red, as if she had cried.

"Did you cry?"

He squints at Su Wan Tong's eyes, very sure that he is not wrong, because her eyelashes are still wet.

Hearing this, Su Wantong lowered his eyelids, and his eyes fell on the box on the ground. His lips trembled and said, "look at the things on the ground."

"What is it?" Ling Wanxing, like a monk, glanced at her casually along her line of sight, then looked at her again in an instant, "what's the matter? You tell me, what happened? "

Su Wan Tong also doesn't speak, only use that pair of eyes that dyed fog son to look at him.

Her such behavior, let Ling Wan Xing Wan confused.

He wanted to continue to ask, but accidentally caught Su Wan Tong raised his chin toward the ground again.

Ling Wanxing has no choice but to step back and lean over to pick up the small box. Just as he is about to hand it to Su Wantong, he is suddenly stunned.

It's a small white pregnancy test box!

When Ling Wanxing saw those three words, he was struck by lightning.

He raised his head in astonishment, and his breath was disordered. "Wan Tong, this..."

Su Wan Tong Hong looked into her eyes and said in a soft voice: "open it and have a look..."