ABO: Mr. He's wife is too sweet and clingy

Always facing an Omega who is not in estrus during pregnancy, it is inevitable that it is a bit difficult to hold back. To be honest, He Xiangyu especially likes the smell of Yi Miao's body, it is too fragrant.

When Yi Miao woke up, it was already noon again, and the reaction during pregnancy was a bit severe, she was always lethargic, and she didn't have much appetite for anything.

I touched my side, and sure enough, the bedside was cold, and my husband still didn't sleep beside him yesterday.

But the bedroom smelled of white musk.

It's the taste of Mr. He, the taste of my own husband.

Mr. has been here.

He touched the swollen belly, but he didn't feel the little treasure move, maybe he also smelled the smell of his father Alpha and slept more soundly.

"Xiaobao is lazier than me. Good morning." Yi Miao got up early and rubbed her belly, always feeling that the little baby in her belly made him happy.

Pursing her lips, Yi Miao has dimples, she is very cute when she smiles, she is rubbing her belly while talking, and she originally thought of staying in bed for a while.

"Good morning."

There was a voice in the living room, and Yi Miao thought she had heard it wrong, so she got out of bed in doubt and looked. He Xiangyu was typing on the computer on the sofa in the living room, and there was porridge steaming on the table.

"First... sir?"

Yi Miao blinked her eyes, thinking she was dreaming, not to mention that after marriage, especially after pregnancy, her husband would hardly see anyone for a day, and occasionally he would go to the guest room to sleep when he came back early at night for dinner.

Why are you at home today?

He Xiangyu turned his head to look at the person, hooked his hands, and motioned for Yi Miao to come over, and Yi Miao walked over obediently.

"Ouch..."

"It's a mistake, it's time to fight."

He Xiangyu tapped Yi Miao's forehead, but it still hurt a little.

Yi Miao doesn't like to have things on her feet when she sleeps, even if she's covered with a quilt, she still has to show them, so he doesn't know when he took off his socks.

He Xiangyu has always wanted to heat the floor at home, but it can't be done. He has to toss or move. It's all hard work, but the floor at home is actually not cool at all.

"I will remember it next time, I have a long memory..."

Yi Miao pursed her lips and had a small dimple, which almost made He Xiangyu drunk.

"Let's go eat."

"Sir, don't you want to eat?"

Yi Miao looked up at He Xiangyu. President He moved his Adam's apple. He was indeed hungry, but Mr. Xiao shouldn't have invited him to this meal.

"Eat, not hungry, do you think everyone is as lazy as you?"

Seeing the person's eyes suddenly change from anticipation to disappointment, and silently lowered his head, He Xiangyu regretted that he had added an extra sentence just now, wondering what nonsense he was talking about?

He put cotton socks on again, put on slippers again, warmed Yi Miao a cup of sweet milk, and pinched Yi Miao's face.

"You can't let the one in your belly be as small as you."

He Xiangyu's original intention was to make people eat more, so he couldn't say such boring words, and when he said it, he became a little boy who disliked Yi Miaochang.

But Yi Miao doesn't care, it doesn't matter if the husband cares about him or Xiaobao, he is happy.

Yi Miao used to like to eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge, but not recently, Mr. He probably didn't know, so he quietly ate two mouthfuls while enduring his nausea.

Really not, He Xiangyu watched Yi Miao frowned and ran to the bathroom and closed the door, when he heard the sound of vomiting inside, he was in a hurry, no matter how no one inside opened the door.

"Yi Miao! What's the matter? Open the door!"

Just about to kick the door.

"It's okay sir, really..."