There were only two people who could be guessed, at that ti Lu Qianwen had not yet had an accident, and it was just the result day, Gu Qimiao was almost frad by her and Liang Zixuan.
Thinking about it, it’s not very important anymore. Lu Qianwen is dead, and Liang Zixuan has also broken a leg and is still in the hospital. For her, as a dancer, it can be considered self-inflicted to have ruined her own future.
She couldn’t even take care of herself, so there was no worry about them causing any more trouble.
It was almost dawn when Shen Yanchen was holding her in bed, his hand unconsciously covering her lower abdon. She turned her head and smiled at him, her small hand following to grab his big hand, nestling closer into his arms: "Husband, do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
"I like both."
"Then what should we na the child?"
"We’ll think about it later."
Gu Qimiao pouted discontentedly, "Why aren’t you enthusiastic at all? So husbands na the children right after getting married!"
Shen Yanchen pulled her closer into his arms, "Don’t be ridiculous. What ti is it now? Go to sleep quickly."
"I can’t sleep."
He pinched her nose, saying indulgently: "If you can’t sleep, just close your eyes and mouth."
Gu Qimiao laughed, dodging his hand, grabbed it and put it under the quilt: "Alright, you sleep, I won’t cause trouble."
...
As a result, he got up early the next day to go to work, while she, who claid she couldn’t sleep, slept until noon, and the breakfast on the bedside table had gone cold.
Not fully awake yet, her phone started ringing incessantly. Gu Qimiao saw the hotel room and slowly recalled last night’s events. Seeing the caller ID on the phone, she imdiately answered sweetly: "Husband."
Hearing her groggy voice, Shen Yanchen frowned: "Still sleeping?"
"No, no, I woke up early."
"Why are you stuttering if you’re telling the truth? What do you want to eat for lunch?"
Gu Qimiao imdiately replied without thinking: "I like whatever you buy."
The food he brought back consisted of ingredients good for pregnant won, but not to her liking.
Seeing her pouting with chopsticks in hand, Shen Yanchen gave her a cold glance and said: "I bought all this. Didn’t you say you liked it?"
Gu Qimiao rolled her eyes, placing the chopsticks on the table: "Clearly you don’t like , you don’t even know what I like to eat."
Shen Yanchen laughed, sitting beside her: "How could I not know? Otherwise, how could I completely avoid what you like to eat?"
"Then you even less likely like , knowing I don’t like it and still forcing to eat it."
Shen Yanchen picked up the chopsticks she put down, took a piece of carrot and put it in his mouth. Gu Qimiao was still pouting, sulking. A hand soon landed on the back of her head, and the next mont, her lips were covered with warmth. The piece of carrot was then pushed into her mouth from his, and with a deliberate sweep of his tongue across her teeth, he gently bit her lip before releasing.
Looking at her blushing face and dazed eyes, he asked: "Being fed like this, do you still say you don’t like it?"
Gu Qimiao, with a blushing face, slowly chewed the carrot in her mouth.
"Finished? Then another piece..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the chopsticks in his hand were snatched away by her: "I’ll eat myself!"
Shen Yanchen smiled triumphantly, watching her eat all the food before he was satisfied.
Seeing her clothes slightly stretched by her belly, it seed that those clothes wouldn’t fit in a few days. In the afternoon, he postponed his work to accompany her shopping for new clothes.
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