Since she was pregnant, song Ziming has been doing her best, and most of these days she is at home with her.
Even if she went out to film during the day, he would pick her up on time, be considerate and gentle, just like he had changed before.
Li Qingqing leaned against the door and watched him lose his mind. He couldn't help thinking that everything would be better and better in the future. When the child was born, he would care more about his family and be more intimate with her because of the child.
"Brother Ziming, I'll come." Li Qingqing came back to himself and tried to help him.
Song Ziming warm voice to stop her action: "you go to wash gargle first, my side will be good immediately."
Li Qingqing pinched it and said softly, "brother Ziming, you are very kind to me."
Song Ziming slightly showed a smile, eyes fell on her somewhat shy cheek, smile more and more deep.
Li Qingqing was seen by him some shy, shy to avoid his eyes, but did not see his eyes that deep cold.
"Go ahead. The food will be ready soon. You have a bad appetite recently, and I've made it light." Song Ziming turns around and continues to stew porridge.
Li Qingqing stood beside him and took advantage of his inattention and gave him a kiss on the face.
"Then I went to ~"
after that, Li Qingqing turned his head and ran away.
In the kitchen, song Ziming's gentle smile disappeared a little bit, but her eyes were very gloomy.
She took out a piece of paper and rubbed it at the place where she had just been kissing. Then she felt as if it was meaningless and threw it into the basket.
After a short time, Li Qingqing came out after washing and gargling, and the table had already set up a rich meal.
She habitually sat opposite him, and it was obvious that he had treated her like this all this time.
Li Qingqing hopes that the time of pregnancy can be longer, and she hopes that every day will be a little slower. Even now she starts to think that it is good not to film, so that she can have more time with him.
She began to think that if she had a baby in the future, she could not do the film.
It should also be good to be a rich young grandmother, drink tea every day, read newspapers, watch fashion shows and attend banquets.
Song Ziming put a bowl of porridge in front of her, and then peeled a boiled egg for her.
Because it's not prepared by the cook of Song family, the style of breakfast is actually very simple.
But for Li Qingqing, who grew up in the orphanage since childhood, it has been extremely rich.
She couldn't help thinking, if it was Mu Beiting, what would Su Xiangwan do to him?
You know, she's pregnant now. It should be nice.
"What are you thinking?" Song Ziming opened his mouth in a warm voice, and his eyes fell on her.
Li Qingqing came back to his senses and said with a smile: "no, I just thought that Su Xiangwan had a man who admired Beiting so well before. Now I also have one. Finally, I don't need to envy her any more."
Song Ziming just smiles and doesn't speak.
After a quiet dinner table, Li Qingqing began to eat.
After a meal for about half an hour, song Ziming gets up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks. Li Qingqing also plans to reach out to help.
But song Ziming stopped her: "you go to rest, I'll come."
Li Qingqing couldn't help being distracted. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded obediently and went to the sofa in the living room to sit down and watch him busy.
Before long, Li Qingqing suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach.
Then, a little pale face, bean big sweat from the forehead rolling down, the original some proud face began to twist.