The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

When Zhou Mo returned to the room, it was very quiet, and the bed was arched high.

As expected, the banquet turtle retracted into his shell again.

It's not like he was so shy on the first day, Zhou Mo glanced at him, smiled and looked away, and let him cover it on the bed.

He spread out the books he bought in the city today, rolled up his sleeves and began to copy. The level of reproduction here is not very good, and it takes a lot of time and effort, so the hand-copied booklets are selling well.

Zhou Mo's handwriting is quite good, and the waiter in the shop has raised the price of each volume for him. Calculated in this way, he can make a net profit of [-] Wen for each volume he transcribes.

...or less.

Zhou Mo was writing while calculating, and halfway through the calculation, his eyes suddenly fell on the few volumes of story books that Yan Qing loved to read on the table.

When he was in the book shop, he saw a lot of servants coming in and directly bought all the recently released booklets one by one. It is a long-term cooperation.

Zhou Mo has also read the stories in the storybook. Yan Qing often reads them to him. Most of them are stories that sing the praises of beautiful love. is the story.

After chasing hot topics for so long, even men and women know more or less, although it may be a bit difficult for him to write purely emotional articles...

Zhou Mo turned his head and glanced at the person on the bed while thinking, isn't this a ready-made experience?

He put down his pen, adjusted the sleeping position of the person on the couch who had fallen asleep at some time, covered the quilt, and the story in his mind suddenly took shape.

When Yan Qing got up from the bed, the lights were already on in the house, and he couldn't believe it, but he fell asleep just like that...

He rubbed his eyes and saw the person at the table clearly.

"Amo?"

The sleepy-eyed Yan cleared his voice with a low hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Mo paused, and the nib of the pen fainted on the paper. He quietly closed the script he wrote at the beginning, "Just copy some books."

"Oh." Yan Qing didn't think much, he sat on the edge of the bed, put on his shoes, sat up with his handkerchiefs in his arms, and yawned before he fully woke up, "I want to work hard with Ah Mo raise a family."

Zhou Mo put down his pen, "It's getting late, don't you want to embroider your eyes now?"

"Yes," Yan Qing said while picking up the needle, and carefully looked at the lines, "You don't have to do anything, but you can't do without your eyes. If you don't see Ah Mo in the future, it will be very uncomfortable."

Zhou Mo laughed at him while tidying up his books, "Why, are you starting to tease me again? When you were a turtle in the afternoon, did you finish all the shame ahead of time?"

"Who is a turtle!" Yan Qing choked, and whispered again, "What I said is obviously the truth, how can I tease you."

As soon as Yan Qing finished speaking, he was pushed against the back of the chair, a light kiss fell on his lips, and it disappeared as soon as he touched it, and a deep voice rang out above his head with a smile, "This mouth You have to keep it too."

Yan Qing's ears warmed up, and he hesitated for a long time before saying, "...who, who wants to leave this for you, stinky rascal."

Zhou Mo glanced at Yan Qing inexplicably, and said all he had to say, "This mouth is so sweet to coax people."

After finishing speaking, he gently rubbed Xia Yanqing's lips with his fingertips, and said with a low laugh, "What are you thinking? Your face is so red?"

Yan Qing: "..."

Under Sister Liu's rush, Zhou Mo and Yan Qing finally moved into the new nest before the beginning of winter.

These days, the vegetables in the field are almost a few days away from growing. Yan Zhi also hides from seeing the two of them at the beginning, and now he is willing to come to the house occasionally for a meal. Ci Yan knew that several people were sitting and chatting together, and Song Yue also came to join in the fun from time to time.

Zhoumo's storybook, manuscripts, and some bows and arrows he helped Qiu'er repair also earned a lot of money. Before the first snow came, the house had already lit a hot fire.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and Yan Qing's physique that is afraid of the cold is becoming more and more obvious. Recently, she doesn't like to go anywhere except the bed.

Zhou Mo prepared a soup lady for him, and Yan Qing embroidered the bed curtain with his own hands, and surrounded it with cotton cloth. On the way, he was pushed away to close the window.

Both of them were quite satisfied with the bed curtain.

"How's Tang Ci?" Zhou Mo sat at the end of the bed, let Yan Qing's feet be stuffed into his clothes, just tucked in the quilt, and continued to read his book expressionlessly.

Yan Qing moved his feet, found a warm place, and then replied slowly, "It's still very boring, I even lost my appetite recently, Ah Mo, brother Tang is so hard."

Zhou Mo turned the pages of the book, wondering if it's not hard, this is pregnancy.

"Did you send him the plums you brought in the city a few days ago?"

"Give it away, Brother Tang asked me to thank you for him," Yan Qing sat up with his feet back, looking at Zhou Mo thoughtfully, "Why is Ah Mo paying so much attention to Brother Tang? Could it be that he also wants a friend?" child?"

"Huh?" Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Yan Qing.

... Are you kidding me, how did the two of them have a baby?And if you really want to follow the physiological structure of this country, if you really can have children, who will give birth to them is another problem.

The twists and turns made Zhou Mo feel a little creepy when he thought about it. After seeing Tang Ci's puffy stomach, although he accepted it well, he still felt a little bit psychologically uncomfortable if he really wanted to put it on himself.

"Does Ah Mo want a child?" Yan Qing repeated after sitting two steps forward.

Zhou Mo put down the book and stuffed him back under the quilt, "What? You want to give birth to me?"

"Think." Yan Qing replied without hesitation, he always hoped that he could bond with Zhou Mo more, more.Moreover, he is a native of this place, so naturally he will not reject having children.

Zhou Mo was taken aback by Yan Qing's words, and was about to think seriously about the feasibility, but luckily he stopped in time.

He angrily tucked her into the quilt, "... Is it too early for Qing'er to think, or do you really think that just holding hands and kissing the mouth can give birth?"

Yan Qing blinked, as if he suddenly remembered something, his whole body froze, and stammered, "...well, it seems not."

He and Zhou Mo have lived together for so long, kissed and touched, and when they were really holding back, they tried calling Zhou Mo even at the base of their legs, but the two of them never crossed the last red line .

What Yan Qing wanted was to stay in the bridal chamber for the festive night, but what Zhou Mo thought about was only that this man's body was not well maintained and he couldn't move.

The two have different thoughts, but they have lived in peace until now, but Zhou Mo seems to like children very much...

In theory, men and women cannot reproduce offspring, but, but what if it is only difficult to conceive?

Yan Qing raised her eyes and met Zhou Mo's deep eyes, and couldn't help swallowing, "...how about we see if we can create a child?"

The author has something to say: No child, no child, no child!