Li Qingcang went under the faucet, turned on the water, and washed his face.

"Do you want me to wash your face?"

Ye Tianxin took a handful of water and spilled it on Li Qingcang's face.

"No, I can wash it myself."

Li Qingcang stood leaning against the door and window.

He looked at Ye Tianxin in the mirror, she was so charming, not as vulnerable as yesterday.

She seems to have always been like this, always like a little sun.

Even if the clouds cover the sun, only once in a while, it returns to the original radiant appearance.

"It's done."

Ye Tianxin put her face in front of Li Qingcang.

"What are you thinking?"

Li Qingcang took advantage of Ye Tianxin's slender waist and said seriously, "I'm thinking if we give birth to a daughter, if I treat my daughter well, would you be jealous?"

"I won't be jealous." Ye Tian smiled triumphantly, "I won't be like some people, even eating my son's jealousy."

"My wife, don't talk too much, what if you slap your face?"

Ye Tianxin pursed her lips and raised her head.

"I don't know how to slap my face."

After taking the medicine prescribed by Hua Wuxia last night, Ye Tianxin is in much better condition today.

It stands to reason that Ye Tianxin should lie in bed and rest.

But Li Qingcang was worried that Ye Tianxin would be susceptible to random thoughts at home, so he decided to find something else for Ye Tianxin to do.

For example... In a crowded place, she might not care about it.

When he reached the parking lot near the flower market, Li Qingcang directly pushed out a wheelchair and looked at Ye Tianxin.

"Brother Li, what do you mean?"

"As you can see, in a wheelchair, we went to the flower market."

Ye Tianxin's face was hooded, "Are you sure?"

Li Qingcang pushed Ye Tianxin into the wheelchair and sat down, "Sweetheart, you are a pregnant woman now, you are a national treasure to me, so sit down obediently."

Ye Tianxin stood beside the body, looking at the wheelchair with hesitation.

She asked in a low voice, "Brother Li, I am a star anyway. I also have to be burdened by idols. What if I get photographed by a gossip magazine? Then, what should I do? I have no... disease……"

"Either sit in a wheelchair obediently, or we go home? You choose."

Li Qingcang held on for a rare occasion.

Ye Tianxin hesitated and nodded slightly.

"Well, I'll sit down."

Ye Tianxin got into the wheelchair, and instantly felt that she had received much attention.

"So shameful."

Li Qingcang took an oversized sunglasses and put it on Ye Tianxin's face.

Worried that she would be tanned, she also specially put on a sun hat for her.

"Now, you are my little princess, and I am your bodyguard."

Ye Tianxin raised her face, looked at Li Qingcang's face, and asked in a pretty voice, "So, are we role-playing?"

"Yes, my princess."

Li Qingcang pushed Ye Tianxin to the flower market.

In the flower market, there are many people and many flowers.

At the door of each store, there are countless various green plants and flowers.

Many plants are not named by Ye Tianxin.

"We can't seem to buy flowers with too strong fragrance. I am worried that if the fragrance is too strong, it will irritate me."

Li Qingcang nodded, "Yes, you are thinking well, how about looking at this pot?"

Li Qingcang and Ye Tianxin saw potted green plants and large tracts of leaves at the same time.