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”Fourteen?”

”Good, warm again.” Mu Chen grabs his ankle with one hand and continues to turn the pages of the book with the other. Shen Jingli looks at him strangely and continues to play with the nine links in his hand. His feet are warm and warm, so is his heart. After a while, Shen Jingli was tired and threw it to the side. He tilted his head to see Mu Chen. Looking at his concentration, he suddenly moved in his heart and said, ”fourteen.”

”Well?”

”Fourteen, fourteen...” He yelled several times.

”Well?” Mu Chen raised his head and looked at him.

”Nothing, just want to call you all of a sudden.” He said, with his innocent eyes wide open.

Mu Chen took the book, moved the pillow back, lay beside him, put his hand around him, and said, ”good, sleep.” He laughed, got into his arms and fell asleep.

Since he felt his stomach every day, he had to ask all kinds of questions.

”Am, when will my brother come out?” After breakfast, xun'er lies on Shen Jingli's stomach and whispers to his little brother.

”We'll be out in eight months.” Shen Jingli touched xun'er's head and answered him patiently. Miao'er looks at him and seems to be thinking about how long eight months is, and it is pasted on Shen Jingli's stomach. Shen Jingli is less than two months pregnant, and the child in his stomach has not yet formed. There is no movement at all. Xun'er likes this, as if he can really hear his brother talking.

”Am, did xun'er live in your stomach before?”

”Yes, for a long time.” Children's questions are so strange that sometimes it's hard to answer them.

”Xun'er must be very good.” Xun'er said, and lowered his head, facing Shen Jingli's stomach, eerie, I don't know what to say. Looking at his serious appearance, Shen Jingli felt a little funny and asked him, ”what did you say to your brother in a whisper?”

Xun'er thought with a straight face and shook his head, ”it's a secret. It can't be said”

”Eminem can't say it either.”

”It's a secret between me and my brother. No one can tell.” Xun'er shook his head firmly with a serious expression.

The more serious he acted, the more happy Shen Jingli laughed. ”Xun'er, you can't lie down on Eminem. You'll be tired.”

Mu Chen came over and picked xun'er up and put him on the ground. ”Good, go out with Huaixin.”

Xun'er looked up at Shen Jingli, ran over, reached out and touched his stomach. He said seriously, ”my brother is good. Don't make any trouble with Eminem. My brother will come back to accompany you when he goes out to play.”

Shen Jingli was amused by his behavior. He thought his son was really cute. He watched xun'er go out happily and lean on Mu Chen's arms and said, ”xun'er seems very happy to have a younger brother and sister.

”He thought he could play with his brother after he was born.” Knowing that his son was more than his father, Mu Chen saw through xun'er's real thoughts at a glance.

”It's just a child after all...” Sleepy straight yawn, Shen Jingli slightly closed his eyes.

”Sleepy again,” Mu Chen asked.

”Yes, I'm very tired recently. I always want to sleep. I'm afraid the little guy in my stomach is lazy.” Not only lazy, but also picky.

”It's OK. It's wonderful like you.” Mu Chen kisses him on the cheek, ”do you want to go to bed to sleep?”

Tut, I really think he's lazy. Shen Jingli smiles. His consciousness begins to be confused and nods.

Mu Chen held him on the bed and covered him with a quilt. When he fell asleep, he went to the desk, took out the ink stick and began to grind it. After studying Mo, he wrote letters to Jingzheng and Xu Yanlin respectively, telling them that they would not return to the capital in a short time because Shen Jingli was not feeling well.