Chapter 474

As a former soldier, he always has a kind of soul stirring feeling for his motherland. He thinks that his country is the best and worthy of people's life to protect.

Once someone asked about his nationality, he said to people with pride: Hello, I'm a Chinese.

Yes, it's China, which is developing rapidly.

So when he heard Nanqiao's "I still like China", his heart was almost soft.

Then there is a sense of pride.

He used to be, and was, a member of that land.

Mo Beicheng does not exclude immigrants or those who dream of immigrating every day, but he hopes that his wife, like him, loves the land he once defended with his life.

He took Nanqiao's hand, and there was a slight vibration in his voice. "Well, no immigration."

Nanqiao had a round-trip ticket. Except for the delay on the way, they had only five days in Sydney.

Before he came here, Mo Beicheng made a detailed strategy. To be honest, this is the first time he has made a strategy for tourism.

After staying in Sydney for two days, he found that the strategy was useless. Nanqiao's character liked to see where he went instead of following the plan.

So, except for a few famous scenic spots, Nanqiao spent most of his time wandering in the street.

I don't have any sense of destination and time. When I'm hungry, I'll find a place to eat. When I'm tired, I'll find a hotel and open a room to sleep.

And then there is——

Special evening

okay.

Restlessness.

When passing by a baby goods store, Nanqiao looked at the two little models in the window and held Mo Beicheng's hand. "Third brother, let's have a baby."

Although Mo Beicheng got through again, he took contraception seriously every time, and never got off the hook.

Even if he didn't wear a condom several times, he took contraceptives in advance.

Mo Beicheng narrowed his eyes and faced the sunshine. His eyes were full of tiny smiles. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Nanqiao's neat hair into a mess. "Can't you be a little more reserved? Shouldn't it be a man who wants children?"

He originally intended to vague with this topic, but South Joe did not like his wish, but a face seriously asked: "can you say?"

Mo Beicheng slightly astringed his eyebrows, thin lips, and looked at her for a long time. Then he said, "Nanqiao, we'll talk about this later."

The tone is resolute.

"Third brother..."

Mo Beicheng knew what she wanted to say. He gritted his teeth and interrupted, "Nanqiao, I don't want children now."

For the first time, he solemnly responded to her child's story. He knew that Nanqiao was taking traditional Chinese medicine to tonify her body and taking exercise. From the situation of these nights, his sleep condition was also good. However, Nanqiao's illness was formed over time and could not be cured overnight.

He can't block her body.

After another two years, her health recovered, and the doctor said that there was no problem, so he planned to consider the child.

Seeing Nanqiao wrongly looking at him, Mo Beicheng's heart was also sour. He raised his hand to cover her eyes: "Nanqiao, wait another two years, eh?"

Now he didn't want to talk to Nanqiao about the specific reason why he didn't want to have a child, just like he would choose to ligate her at the beginning, just because he didn't want her to have too much pressure because of the child, and it's the same now.

Because of this unhappy talk, Nanqiao has no spirit to stroll again. "I'm tired of strolling. I'll go back to the hotel to have a rest first."

Nanqiao doesn't want to go shopping. Mo Beicheng naturally goes back with him. He is not keen on shopping. If it wasn't for Nanqiao's company, he would rather stay in the hotel all day.

The hotel is not far away.

They didn't buy anything, so they walked back.

Back at the hotel, Nanqiao goes to take a bath, ignoring Mo Beicheng who comes in later.

Sydney this season the sun is very warm, the air has a kind of sweet taste, is cheese mixed with the smell of bread.

There is a West Point shop next to the hotel.

When Nanqiao comes out from the bath, Mo Beicheng smokes in the reclining chair on the balcony, squinting at the distance and not knowing what he is thinking.

She is still angry about the child, and she doesn't pay attention to him. She lies in bed and watches TV.

The two people's warm atmosphere has been deadlocked these days.

For a long time, Mo Beicheng sighed softly, pinched the cigarette, got up and walked barefoot to the bedside, somewhat helpless said: "Nanqiao, we are still young, it's not too late to wait two years to have children."

Nanqiao didn't have to have children now. She was worried that she couldn't have them.