1.5 Million Dollar Child Custody Contract

   It's just that killing it early is of course better than preventing it later.

  He saw her eyes, and suddenly asked, "Do you like children?"

   "Uh..." How should I put it, of course she likes children, if not, she wouldn't have kept En En.

   Seeing her nodding silly in front of him, Leng Yunlin smiled.

   "I like children too—" he said, and maliciously lifted her quilt, gently pressed her bulging belly, watching his thousands of descendants pouring out one after another, he suddenly felt that this kind of life is very beautiful!

  If, if the child looks like him and looks like her. . . . . .

  She blinked, not quite understanding what he was thinking. He likes children, what does that mean?

   "If we have a child like Xiaobao, it must be great!"

  Leng Yunlin's words suddenly sharpened her nerves!

  Alcohol just numbs her brain, but doesn't shrink her nerves!

  Leng Yunlin meant—if he knew there was a child as old as Xiaobao. . . . . .

   Before she could react, she was pressed down by his slender body, her lips were blocked, and she hid all the words she hadn't said yet in her throat. . . . . .

  Next, another wave of tide quickly submerged the two of them. Sinking in the ocean, she no longer has any other thoughts to think about such profound questions.

  Night is still long. . . . . .

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   It is undeniable that Leng Yunlin is actually a romantic person if he wants to.

  He is handsome, although he doesn't talk much, but his voice is magnetic enough, and the occasional smile, like the sun shining from behind the dark clouds, these are the charm of a man.

  For a woman, maybe it's just a small gesture from him, maybe it's just a casual sentence, it's enough to be charming.

  Although last night's battle was only at the beginning, it was as fierce as thunder and fire, but the length and tenderness afterwards, coupled with the dedication of the two, was far better than any previous battle.

   is fine for men.

   But for women, love is definitely higher than sex.

  For Mu Qingyu, the previous three weeks of getting along may not be worth the heart-to-heart conversation last night.

  Leng Yunlin was arrogant. In the past five years, even though he kept thinking about Luo Qingxue, he never said a word to other women.

   And it was the same for her.

  Because she was severely hurt by Mo Shaochen and Mu Qingxi, she met Leng Yunlin when she left the house, and later, she got kindness again. . . . . .

  She built layers of high walls around her heart, locked it up, and prevented others from approaching easily.

  The most obvious one is Li Xiaoran.

  He and Mu Qingyu had been neighbors for three years, and successfully made Mu Shangen regard him as his own family, but he still couldn't open Mu Qingyu's closed heart.

   It can’t be said that they have fallen in love, but maybe it’s because of the intersection of their bodies before, maybe it’s because they have a similar past, or maybe it’s because of what he said—“If we have a child like Xiaobao, it must be great!”

  She didn't know why, but she had already indulged in his tenderness. Perhaps for the first time, she didn't regard him as her benefactor, the object she had to serve.