This reason is perfunctory.

Young Mu cleared his throat and pretended to be calm.

"Everyone is an adult, and you are a man. What's your birthday?"

"The subtext of this sentence means that you admit that you don't love me at all. Are you sure?" The colder I glanced at her, the more bitterness there was in her eyes.

Xiaomu also made a mistake.

Recently, I am happy to accompany some children. I didn't remember Yu Yuehan's birthday for a while.

Well, I've been caught by Yu Dawei. I can't turn this over without sacrificing a little.

"I just said casually, how can I not remember your birthday? Of course I do! I have a present for you. " Young Mu sat on the chair and straightened his back nervously.

Feeling his round belly, he asked tentatively.

"Let you hear the fetal movement?"

"Oh, perfunctory." The colder I am.

Year small Mu licked the lip petal, the eyeball son turned a circle, finally looked up to ask.

"I can't make cakes, but I can make longevity noodles. I'll serve you a bowl of noodles?"

"When you celebrated my birthday last year, you not only gave me watch, but also boiled noodles for me. This year, there is only one bowl of noodles left? No sincerity. " Yu Yuehan continued to veto.

Young Mu's brain is spinning fast.

This time is short and the conditions are limited. For a while and a half, where can she find a satisfactory gift for him?

Can't help but point to your belly and tell him, hi honey, the baby in my belly is the birthday present I gave you. Do you like it?

She could almost imagine that Yu Yuehan wanted to kill her heart.

In the end, I couldn't think of any good ideas. I could only break the jar and fall.

Biting his teeth, Nian Xiaomu stands up from the chair, supports his waist, slowly moves to Yu Yuehan's front, and rubs himself into his arms.

She is coquettish in a tone that almost makes her tired of death.

"My husband has been pregnant for three years. You can't take care of others at this time. You are bad"

"nauseous --"

I am colder and I haven't vomited. I am disgusted by Xiaomu.

I almost spit out the porridge I just ate.

Wave your hand and give up.

I feel powerless and close to Yu Yuehan's arms. I open my mouth.

"I really forgot your birthday. I apologize to you. What birthday present do you want? Can I make it up for you?"

"OK."

Yu Yuehan and so on seem to be this sentence, the crisp agreement.

In the year before small Mu to return to God, a person horizontal embrace, turn head to go upstairs.

"Now or in broad daylight, what are you doing carrying me upstairs? I'm not sleepy now. The doctor said that even in the middle of pregnancy, I'm not suitable for excessive exercise. If you come here in disorder, I'll call... "

In Nian Xiaomu's nervous and disorderly warning, she was steadily put on the bed of the master bedroom by Yu Yuehan.

Yu Yuehan's arms are above her, and her deep black eyes are fixed on her bulging stomach.

Nian Xiaomu didn't pay attention to his eyes. He wanted to get up as soon as he touched the bed.

"Don't move."

More and more cold suddenly opened lips, hands gently put her stomach.

"Big again, do you think the baby can hear me now?"

“…… I can hear you, but I can't understand you. " Young Mu's honest way.

The baby in the mother's stomach, is not completely unaware of the outside world, but the impact of audio on them, not like the baby has been born.

"Does he know that I am a father?" I asked again, colder and colder.