Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

On the afternoon of the second day, Zhu Baishao woke up in the villa, feeling sore all over. When she saw the situation on the bed, she didn't know what expression she should make to suit her identity and personality.

In the end, she had no choice but to use her ultimate killing technique - beauty sheds tears.

She pulled back her arms and long legs and curled up into a ball in silence.

One by one, her curly and dense eyelashes were drooped, and they were soon wetted with tears. Two or three of them were stuck together. When they trembled slightly, they were like fragile butterfly wings. The tears were like broken beads, sliding over her. The vermilion tear nevus at the corner of the eye is so beautiful that it is indescribable.

In fact, I woke up early.

But the men who didn't know how to face this situation just stood there tacitly.

He knew he was pretending to be asleep.

And the other party also knows him.

Their emotions were so chaotic yesterday, and they were so stimulated by the scene in front of them that they did this in a daze.

Sober now, embarrassed.

Young masters from such family backgrounds all have their own pride. They thought of using various methods to fight for Zhu Baishao, but they never thought that they would end up in the same bed.

Yan·Standing Corpse·Secretly Happy·Wish

Thanks, Standing Corpse, Regret, Throbbing

Their disguises were somewhat broken when they noticed Zhu Baishao woke up, and they waited cautiously for her reaction.

One second, two seconds...

The girl's sobbing was almost inaudible.

But the room was too quiet, and the man who had focused all his attention on her still heard it, and his disguise was shattered.

Yan Zhu turned over and jumped up, and the latter also sat up suddenly.

"Shao Shao (Shao Baoer), don't cry."

They spoke in perfect unison.

Their eyes exchanged for a moment. Although their eyes were different in shape but equally dark, deep and bright, they both showed dissatisfaction with each other and felt that it was the other party's problem.

The most important thing now is to comfort Zhu Baishao, rather than cross-eyedly staring at Yan Zhu.

Xie Ji looked away first and said, "Shao Shao, I'm sorry, don't cry, it's all my fault..."

Seeing her covering her face, with tears hanging on her temples, biting her lip and sobbing, Xie Pan's heart almost broke. He wiped her tears while coaxing and apologizing in a low voice.

Yan Zhu pursed her lips and went over to wipe her tears, but Zhu Baishao glared at him with tears in her eyes, put her arms around Xie Cang's neck, and choked out: "Xie Cang, take me home."

No matter what, the weight of Xie Pan is still heavier. Even if you love five, six, seven or eight people at the same time, there is still partiality in it.

Xie Cang's expression changed, and all the ups and downs of emotions disappeared into nothingness at the words "go home".

Yes, they are husband and wife now, they have a home and children.

And Yan Zhu...

Yan Zhu's expression was very stiff.

Xie Ji just took a glance and sneered in his heart: Male mistress!

"Let's go home. I miss my baby."

Zhu Baishao was hanging on Xie Ji's neck, and her voice was very soft.

The latter's heart softened immediately.

He pulled the blanket over Zhu Baishao's graceful body to cover the pink marks.

Then he picked her up steadily, not caring at all that he was naked, nodded to Yan Zhu, and walked towards the locker room with an attitude of a winner.

Yan Zhu knelt on the bed, his teeth, eyes and heart sore at the sight.

Yan Zhu now feels regret in his heart, very regretful, extremely regretful!

If he had paid more attention to Zhu Baishao, understood and investigated more, and had not been so dismissive, there wouldn't have been this incident with Xie Ji!

He should be the one holding Zhu Baishao and whom she trusts and clings to!

Yes, there is a child, and it should be his and Zhu Baishao's child!

Yan Zhu gritted his molar teeth and jumped out of bed with long legs.

Anyway, his face and bottom line have been lost on her, and now that he is entangled with her, he is begging for nothing, and Zhu Baishao and Xie Cang can't do anything to him.

If you are thick-skinned, you will eat a piece of meat; if you are thin-skinned, you will not be able to eat it.

The more Yan Zhu thought about it, the more reliable it seemed to him, and he followed him to the locker room with a swagger.

Besides, it was his locker room, and he got in justifiably.

……

Xie Cang flew back to England with Zhu Baishao. Yan Zhu blinked her peach blossom eyes and started to apply to transfer from New York to London.

A story about three people, he must also have a name.

Xie Cang saw Yan Zhu changing his ways and met Zhu Baishao in school, and felt extremely unhappy. However, he had been beaten and scolded, and after being a good brother for more than 20 years, he couldn't find anyone to deal with him. Let him kill him.

Now Zhu Baishao was ignoring Yan Zhu and was gentle and considerate to him. He couldn't fault him.

I can only sigh in my heart: How about this, just live like this for the rest of my life.

But he was still unwilling to do so.

After all, who wants to share his beloved woman with others.

……

The setting sun in the evening turned the sky into a golden color, and the evening breeze blew, making the leaves of the sycamore trees on the campus rustle.

Xie Ting sat on the bench at the door of the classroom, looking through the window at the woman dancing in the dance classroom with her waist bent and sleeves fluttering, her eyes gentle and affectionate.

He seemed to be back to the day when he was stunned and speechless by her underwater mermaid dance, and he was intoxicated.

The setting sun shone on him, outlines his profile, and gave him an inexplicable sense of tranquility like when the male protagonist in Japanese comics is alone.

After looking at it, Xie Cang took out his phone and turned on the screen. The screensaver on the screen was a photo of their family of four.

Two white and tender little dumplings were held by each of them. Zhu Baishao's beautiful face had curved eyebrows and her head rested gently on his shoulder, while he was looking down at the smiling woman.

It's simple and makes you happy just looking at it.

Xie Cang couldn't help but rub the screen with his thumb, but a familiar voice came from behind: "Are these the twins?"

Xie Ting quickly pressed down the screen with his fingers and replied coldly: "Didn't you already know this?"

He knew who it was without looking back.

Yan Zhu sat down next to him, poked him with his elbow, and said in a sour tone, "Shao Bao'er told me that the twins don't look like her. I don't want to see them."

He said he didn't want to look, but his eyes kept staring at the phone with a black screen in Xie Cang's hand.

The visual presence is strong.

Xie Cang didn't want to show it to him. If he saw something wrong with his twin brother Mibai's appearance, he would be even more unable to get rid of this bullshit plaster.

So he faced Yan Zhu's burning eyes and put the phone back into his pocket. His face was calm and calm, and his brows didn't even move. He had no intention of showing off to Yan Zhu or showing him.

Yan Zhu licked the roots of his teeth and sneered, "I still protect you like a baby. It's not like I haven't seen what you looked like when you were a child. You look similar to you, so I guess it's hard to see..."

Barabara...

Xie Cang was speechless.

It was the first time that he knew that Yan Zhu talked so much and could speak so bitterly and sourly that his tooth ached after hearing it.

Just at this time, Zhu Baishao came out with her bag. Xie Chang left Yan Zhu and stood up to greet her. He took out a cup of fruit tea from his handbag and handed it over, and then took her bag very smoothly.

Yan Zhu was not prepared at all: "..."