Ye Weilan took Xiaoxue back to the Demon Night City...

Breathing the familiar air, Ye Weilan relaxed her whole spirit. She couldn't wait to share the surprise with Qi Ye. She didn't have time to say more to Qin Yuling, who came to pick her up, led her little daughter to the office building, and said far away, "Mommy, I'll go find you later."

There was no shadow in the blink of an eye.

Qin Yuling had to swallow what he said.

This girl forgot everything about having a baby in her belly, but fortunately the doctor said that the fetal position had stabilized, and seeing that she was in a very good mood, nothing would happen.

Qin Yuling laughed and went back to prepare dinner.

...

The office building is quiet.

Ye Weilan was afraid of being embarrassed like this, so she took a sneak peek before entering the door. The air seemed to be cold in the empty space. Qi Ye sat behind the desk, her eyes just caught her sight.

Ye Weilan smiled and led Xiaoxue in: "Husband, we are back."

Her bright eyes were crescent-shaped, sparkling, and her hands behind her were holding a thick layer of paper.

When he walked to Qi Ye, Ye Weilan was about to take out the painting, Qi Ye took her hand first, with dark eyes, and charming: "Why didn't you call me?"

Ye Weilan blinked and saw Qi Ye looking at her deeply, knowing that the man was worried, suppressing his excitement, and saying that Bai Qingya was talking about.

"Does Xiaoxue know what to say to dad?" Ye Weilan asked her daughter.

Xiaoxue opened her big and round eyes: "Mommy, Xiaoxue can draw her grandmother's position, and daddy can find her grandmother quickly."

Ye Weilan stroked his daughter's hair with admiration: "Baby is so smart."

As he said that, he picked up Xiaoxue and put it in Qi Ye's arms, spread paper and pen on the table, and asked the baby to draw.

Xiaoxue carefully drew her small map.

Ye Weilan took out a stack of paintings from behind and placed them in front of Qi Ye: "Qi Ye, is it beautiful?"

Qi Ye's starry eyes fell on those paintings, and a glimmer of light flashed across his eyes without temperature.

Qi Xue did not lie in the ice coffin for Ye Weilan.

She sat in the camellia garden and looked back and smiled slightly, with long hair floating, as if she was unmarried girl.

She teased the baby she was pregnant and sang softly to him, with a gentle smile as soft as water.

Her legs were held by the confused child, and her eyes were filled with tender love that belonged only to her mother.

...

Every picture is lifelike.

Qi Ye's face had no extra expression, let alone no excitement.

White and slender fingers, neither fast nor slow, look through the paintings one by one.

Ye Weilan looked at his cold eyes as cold as ice water, and faintly, she was silent in that pool, feeling a little nostalgic.

She stretched out her arms and hugged his neck from behind, rubbed against his cheek, and said with a smile: "Mother is the flower of the snow ridge, and the ice is pure and smooth, but Qi Ye hooked people together-not-closing-legs... um..."

Qi Ye paused his movements when he turned the painting, and his eyes tilted: "Closing - don't you close your legs?"

Ye Weilan kissed the corner of his lips: "Yes, I hooked every day... I don't close my legs..."

It is nothing wrong to admit that you like a beautiful woman who is so beautiful and beautiful, and that the other person is still his own husband.

It is conducive to increasing the relationship between husband and wife.

Qi Ye's vision flew past her slender belly and sank: "How do you feel?"
Chapter completed!