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Moyao said softly, "Beicheng, if you want children, I think it's OK. I also want a little baby, mouth like you, eyes like me. But we are in this situation Can I raise a child? "

"Why can't you raise it?" Shen Beicheng asked, "I will let him enjoy the best life and childhood."

"Material life is sure not to treat children badly, but Beicheng, a child, is not only material satisfaction, but also needs A lot of love. "

"Don't we love each other? Yao Yao, for a child, the best love is that his father loves his mother. "

"But now It's just a couple like this, having a baby, like, like... "

Shen Beicheng's heart just fell.

She was worried about it.

He smiled and said, "none of this is a problem."

What else did moyao want to say? Shen Beicheng got up and got out of bed, then picked her up.

"Bath." He said, "take a bath and rest. Tomorrow weekend, you'll have to stay in bed."

Moyao suddenly remembered, "ah My job, not yet... "

"Still working." Shen Beicheng suddenly put on his face, "no work at weekends."

Although the face is flat, but his eyes, but still with a smile.

He was worried about why moyao didn't want children.

Now he finally understood that she was worried that he and she had no husband and wife status, but had a child, which would be detrimental to the growth of the child.

It's easy to get married.

Shen Beicheng thought that he had another reason to persuade her to propose tomorrow night -

in order to give birth to a child in good name.

Moyao doesn't know what Shen Beicheng is thinking. She has no strength and doesn't have so much brain to think about.

Otherwise, where can Shen Beicheng be so easy to set her mind out.

The next day, the weekend.

Moyao didn't get up until three poles in the day, because she was so tired last night.

When she got up, she continued to finish yesterday's work.

Shen Beicheng is busy in the kitchen, bringing her a love breakfast.

"Eat first." Shen Beicheng said casually, "I'm going to meet a very important customer at noon, and I can't stay at home with you."

Moyao drinks milk and looks at him: "it's better if you're not at home. I can work at ease."

He could not help sighing: "you heartless Yao......"

"Well, you can go. Don't drink when you are entertaining. Come back early. I'll wait for you at home."

Shen Beicheng nodded and touched her head: "OK, I will follow the leader's instructions."

"You have a poor mouth."

Moyao didn't notice anything. She ate breakfast on her own, dressed in her home clothes, plain and careless.

Shen Beicheng looks at her side face, and a smile slowly appears at the corner of her mouth.

Now that everything is ready, let's see Anyi.

Shen Beicheng raised his hand and closed Mu Yao's Notebook: "eat breakfast first, and then work. What time is it? It's bad for the stomach. "

Moyao sighed, jumped into his arms and rubbed hard: "you can't let me finish that work..."

"No." Shen Beicheng said, "Yao Yao, how do you design department, you alone or what?"? On this day off, I look at the computer all day. "

"It's said that there are really more important jobs."

"As your boss, I order you, director moyao, not to work now. Have a good breakfast."

Moyao coquettishly encircles his waist: "yes, Mr. Shen, who let you crush people at the senior level? Aren't you going to see the client? Why don't you go? "

"I'm afraid you'll forget to eat. It'll be cold later."

"I dare you to watch me finish..."

"Yes." Shen Beicheng said, "otherwise you will surely forget again."

Moyao sat up straight in his arms and looked at the tray in front of him: "well, Mr. Shen, your fried eggs are getting better and better."

"Thank you for your affirmation."

"Yes, I am your leader at home." Moyao said, "how did you just return it and take out a superior's attitude?"

"I'm wrong, leader. How about I give you a French kiss as compensation?"

Moyao laughs and avoids: "you have enough I didn't look serious all day. I thought that you are not serious enough in normal times. I didn't expect that you are not serious enough in private. "

Shen Beicheng replied with a smile, "who let me look at you and can't help but flirting?"

Moyao put out his hand and pushed him away: "it's slippery."

He sat on one side and watched moyao eat breakfast, holding her left hand all the time, especially, from time to time, his eyes fell on her ring finger.

her fingers are fair, soft and tender, and she has not painted what nail polish, and her nails are also neat.

Shen Beicheng thought that she would be imprisoned this evening.

Moyao didn't respond. After breakfast, she sent Shen Beicheng out. Then she went back to the sofa and picked up her laptop.

Now, Shen Beicheng has finally left. She is the only one in the house. She can work recklessly. No one bothers him.

Shen Beicheng left the apartment and called Yan Anxi as soon as he got on the bus.

"Hello, my dear Mrs. mu, I'm ready for you. I'll see you next. At that time, only success, not failure. "

Yan Anxi replied confidently over there: "don't worry, Shenbei city. I will finish all the things you told me. As for success It's up to you. "

"OK, proceed according to the original plan."

"Good."

Hang up the phone and go upstairs.

Mu Chi Yao sat on the sofa, flipped through the magazine and asked lightly, "what are you doing with Shen Beicheng?"

"Help him stabilize moyao." Yan Anxi replied, "didn't you sit next to me when we discussed last time? You didn't hear that? "

"I forgot. ＇

“…… I just remember. Now I have to go out and change. I'll go to moyao. "

Mu Chi Yao said "well", paused, and then said, "take Cheng."

"I remember. Don't worry."

Yan Anxi Deng Deng ran upstairs, Mu Chi Yao raised his eyes from the magazine, looked at her back, doted on a smile, and lowered his head.

Tonight It's a good play.

In his opinion, there will be no problem in shenbeicheng in all likelihood, but it is normal for shenbeicheng to be worried and uneasy here.

Let him go nervously. It's a kind of memory when I think about the proposal in the future.

In the apartment.

Moyao finally finished the last work, ordered to save, and then closed the notebook.