Fang Yiai finally became a mother-to-be as she wished. As of today, she was really pregnant for one month. Except for her family, no one else could see that Her Majesty was pregnant.

This is the taste of pregnant women Lin Zikui has never tasted, but she can remember the taste of serving pregnant women for life. The family is worried that Lin Zikui will not be able to eat, and they are even more worried that this person will not take good care of Fang Yiai, so this Fang Yiai during pregnancy. The boss has always lived in her family’s house, and is cared for by Fang’s father and mother. Lin’s mother also ran to Fang’s house every other time. Every time she had to bring some chicken soup to make soup or something, although Fang’s family didn’t lack it, it’s good or bad. It is also a kind of heart for being a mother-in-law. She is also a treasure to her daughter-in-law and future grandchildren. Naturally, knowing that Lin's mother was very hardworking, Fang Yiai would drink the soup she brought with her every time.

"Seed sunflower~"

Fang Yiai yelled bitterly to Writer Lin who was folding clothes next to the closet.

"what happened, Babe?"

The lover who turned his back didn't care about the little emotions of the Italian queen's language, and continued his work, and answered casually.

"I'm getting fat again!" Which woman can tolerate a linear increase in her weight, not to mention Fang Yiai who loves beauty and cares about her appearance. She is also very troubled, since she has a baby in her belly, her appetite has been getting bigger and bigger. This is how she should behave.

Lin Zikui quietly turned around and glanced at the queen sitting on the bed sulking from the corner, shook her head involuntarily, and raised her mouth. Does this pregnant woman have the temper of a child like this? Look at the beauty with an upset look, feeling depressed about her belly. I don't know whether it is the extra fat on the waist or the baby who is stroking the belly.

More than just an increase in appetite, during this time, Her Majesty's temper became more and more weird. After doing housework, Lin Zikui opened the closet door and wore home clothes and slippers, and swayed to the beauty with a pleasant face, deciding whether to comfort him or not. Comfort: "It doesn't matter, this is the baby's weight, not yours!"

"Well, the belly hasn't come out yet, even the baby's weight is only a small part." He quickly and decisively denied Lin Zikui's words, and the corners of Lin Zikui's mouth could not help but twitch. How can writer Lin pick up the conversation?

"Uh...this, pregnant women have to eat more, if you leave the baby hungry, it's not good, right, this period of time is not fat for the whole life."

"But I don't want to be fat."

"You must be fat if you are pregnant!" She really obeyed Fang Yiai's **** logic. You said that if you don't get fat, you won't be fat. She was still obsessed with her original appearance. I don't know how to return, things have happened so far, and it's too late to regret.

Lin Zikui’s answer was a bit higher than the previous decibels. He was talking about the pride of telling the world, and the flame of little hope in Her Majesty’s heart was extinguished in an instant, and the complaint became even heavier for a while. Does this person understand? Do you know what comfort is? !

Pushing away the hand that Lin Zikui placed on her waist, he fell directly onto the bed, and opened the quilt to go to sleep.

Writer Lin has been quite familiar with such a phenomenon this month, because everyone knows the temper of this pregnant woman, and it is as in the legend that she can wonder whether it is big or small, and often a big thing can make Her Majesty the Queen. Give me something wrong, just like when Lin Zikui got up yesterday morning and didn’t kiss her the first time she woke up; it’s like just kissed her once this morning, but kissed her belly twice, so Fang Fang Yi Ai honestly said that Lin Zikui’s favorite person was not her, and started to eat the baby’s vinegar, which was another little temper. Just like Fang Yiai said in the afternoon that she wanted butter cake and asked Lin Zikui to buy it for her, and Writer Lin didn't go away, but because Queen Fang said that the baby wanted to eat, she ran out of the house.

Fortunately, fortunately, Fang Yiai's temper was very reserved and graceful, only in front of Lin Zikui, and only sulking. There was absolutely no yelling at such infamous ladies and ladies.

But God knows, Lin Zikui didn’t kiss Her Majesty the Queen because she was in a hurry to go to the bathroom yesterday morning... Isn’t she the same Fang Yiai who kissed her face and belly... I bought the cream cake because I was teasing beauty...

"Little love, baby, big baby!" Lin Zikui also feels distressed for Fang Yiai. After all, it is very hard to be willing to give birth to her. In fact, she said to her conscience that Fang Yiai had vomited not long after she had a child. It got worse and worse. Seeing Fang Yiai who was in pain every time, Lin Zikui felt uncomfortable, but this woman never said anything about her uncomfortable complaints. Instead, she comforted her, just complaining about her weight. And worrying about the loss of body shape, such a good wife and mother are definitely hard to find.

Stepped forward and fell behind Fang Yiai, supporting her body with one hand, putting her arms around the beauty's waist, and sticking her lover's back intimately. Such an intimate and seamless posture exudes the most romantic scent, and did not get the answer she wanted. I didn’t care. The smell of Fang Yiai’s body attracted her more. She couldn’t help burying her face deeper and deeper in the beauty’s den. Lin Zikui swore that she was just obsessed with the fragrance of the hair in the beauty’s den, but Unexpectedly, he started licking hotly.

I can feel the heat in my strong nest, and Lin Zikui's strokes boldly on his waist, like a torch, igniting everything in an instant. This makes two young people who have not treated each other's bodies for a long time. The controlled want more.

Turning around, holding Lin Zikui's head on his neck, every kiss is a release of enthusiasm. Lin Zikui lingers here for a long time, and does not want to leave for a long time, but the moisture there is blown in by the cold wind outside the window. To bother, it brought a chill, which caused Fang Yi's to tremble uncontrollably, thunder exploded in her mind, and suddenly consciously pushed away someone who was still unable to extricate herself from her.

"No, husband."

While talking, he lowered his head and attached his belly, as if he was comforting the baby in the belly. Seeing such behavior, Lin Zikui also woke up like a dream, and some blamed himself for being reckless just now.

"Sorry Xiao Ai, I'm just, just..."

"Husband, are you holding back so badly?"

That’s right, this month, every night and every day the beauty is in her arms but constantly restrained things happened from time to time. Lin Zikui has tolerated it. Considering the fragility of the baby in the first three months of pregnancy, she and Fang Yiai Even if she didn't even think about it, she was really hungry tonight.

Seeing her lover's sorry eyes, Fang Yiai straddled Lin Zikui's lap, holding her lover's face in both hands, and the two of them exchanged words like this, "I'm sorry, my husband."

Lin Zikui is in her twenties. She usually has a rhythm of four or five times a week. Now it's been a month. How could Fang Yiai not know her forbearance? This pregnancy made her, so don't let her Husband was suffocated.

"It's okay, I'll take a shower."

Sending a kiss on the forehead of her lover, Fang Yiai used her unique soothing and soft voice to give her lover special comfort: "Go."

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In the middle of the night, Lin Zikui was still stubbornly holding on to the eyelids that wanted to close but couldn't. Why did he end up in such a world? The reason is that writer Lin did not wear the blue pajamas after taking a bath, which gave Her Majesty the opportunity to clean her again. This pajama is a pajamas specially made by Fang Yiai for parents and children. Although the baby has not yet been born, Lin Zikui must First put on adaptation and adapt, which is called a parent-child internship. But it’s a pity that our writer doesn’t appreciate her. She sleeps in shorts and shorts regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. The long suit and trousers that Fang Yiai sent are too restrictive, so she didn’t think too much after she came out of the shower. Many, I took the suit I usually wear, and I didn’t regret it, ran around under the fire-breathing eyes of the beauty, not to mention it. When Fang Yiai questioned her, she argued with justification, so The scene of self-inflicted

"You said you asked for it yourself, do you know that I designed the pajamas for you and your baby personally, you still don't appreciate it."

"But didn't I put it on now?" Raising her hand pitifully wiped away the tears that hadn't stayed because of yawning. She vowed that if Fang Yiai were to have a second child, she would run away from home.

Fang Yiai lay comfortably in the quilt, teaching Lin Zikui, who was sitting upright on the bed. This posture was made by Fang Yiai expressly asking someone to make it, so that she seemed sincere. Since her pregnancy, the Queen has pityed her. The skills gradually diminished. If it were before, Lin Zikui would feel distressed if he was tired. Now, when he is torturing Lin writer by changing the law, this beauty's heart is getting more and more cruel.

"Then you are not willing."

I denied Lin Zikui's rebuttal. I still don't know how to repent at this time. It seems that I don't want to sleep tonight.

"...Ah...I don't care, you play slowly, I'm going to sleep." Righteously, she said what she had held in her heart for a long time, she understood now, this woman shouldn't be used to it, especially Fang Yi loves this Kind of spoiled woman. After finishing speaking, before Fang Yiai came back, she rushed forward to turn off the bedside lamp, opened the quilt under her body and fell asleep, regardless of how Fang Yiai shook and shouted. When will her world be pure with six roots.

When will this child be born? When are you tall?