Chapter 3827

Since Shen Chengjing married into the Mohist school, she has regarded Shen Chengjing as her elder sister, and she is very dependent on her! Now I want to leave. I don't know when I will come back. I suddenly feel a little reluctant.

"Well, have a good time! Ah Ze seldom wants to take a vacation. You should catch him quickly, or he won't be idle. " Shen Cheng said quietly.

Ah Ze was standing nearby, smoking cigarettes, looking up at them and saying, "sister-in-law, don't speak ill of me!"

"Hee hee, sister-in-law, I'm leaving." Ink red sandalwood said, with long legs, toward a then ran away.

Shen Chengjing stands there, looking at the figure of her leaving quickly. Shen Chengjing turns around, and her elegant skirt is blown up by the light wind.

"Here's the orange, mom." Mo Qingcheng stands on the grass not far away, thinking that Shen Chengjing is looking for her. She keeps waving her little hand.

When Shen Chengjing saw this, she began to smile, and her face was full of doting. She walked past with light steps!

Mo Yanchen took a piece of cloth and spread it on the grass with many fruits and snacks. Mo Shuai Nan came from the house with a bottle of juice on his shoulder and ran towards him.

"Woof, woof, woof." Little things squint and doze!

"Who wins the game! Reward for food Mo Yanchen said.

Mo Qingcheng walked over and squatted in front of him, covering his small face with both hands. He asked in a low voice, "can you eat it first and then make it?"

Little girl looks at Mo Yanchen, Shen Chengjing, Mo Shuai Nan! I'm not confident. I'm afraid I'll be hungry soon.

"That girl." Shen Chengjing smiles in a low voice and walks on the grass, looking up at the sky and the sun.

After living in Moyuan for a long time, I suddenly found that the scenery here is very good.

She walked lightly towards the front, looking at a flower field there, which was planted by Mo Yan. She looked down at the blue flowers, which was very rare.

"It smells good." She bent down and sniffed.

"Vomit..." Shen Chengjing felt a pain in her stomach. Something kept rolling. She went to one side and kept retching, but she didn't vomit anything.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Mo Qing orange see, the butt ran over.

Mo Yanchen heard that the fruit on his hand fell to the ground. He strode over and lifted her up: "orange, what's the matter“

"Ouch." Shen Chengjing leaned in his arms, bowed his head and retched. He shook his head slightly, and his face turned white and bloodless.

"Shouldn't it be..." Mo Yanchen looked down at her. Jun's face was full of fear, and his fingertips were shaking. He looked down from her little face and stared at her stomach.

"I don't think so." Shen Chengjing stood up straight and said softly.

Think of recently, Mo Yanchen and her husband and wife in life, never... However! Once I was too excited and didn't take any measures. Did I win the prize?

"Damn it, I was careless! What if I'm pregnant? " Mo Yanchen said in a deep voice.

He swore never to let Shen Chengjing get pregnant! When he thought of her giving birth to Mo Shuai Nan and Mo Qingcheng, he almost lost his life. Now he watched her retch, and his foreboding was lingering in his mind.

"Hee hee... Brother, come and catch me." Mo Qingcheng runs forward. Mo Shuai Nan sees this and tempts her back with candy

Mo Yanchen held her in his arms and strode toward Mo yuan.

"Don't be sad, uncle. If you are really pregnant, I will give birth to him." Shen Chengjing put her arms around his neck and whispered.

Mo Yanchen carefully protects her, deeply afraid that she is not comfortable... Doting eyes, more and more rich, as when I met her, vowed to protect her life.

In the ink garden, the sound of happiness comes from all the time.

Mo Qingcheng, Mo Shuai Nan, little things in the grass chasing, running, playing... Happiness has never stopped, only gradually extended... Ten years, twenty years... You are wrong! It was a lifetime.

PS: the book "hundreds of millions of honeyed marriages: mysterious Mo shaotian's wife", the story comes to a successful conclusion... This story is purely fictional, if similar, pure coincidence.