The pregnant little woman is delicate and tender all over her body. If he touches her a little harder, she may get damaged.

Don't mention her round and plump belly. It's his own flesh and blood, and it's even a fragile and tender little thing. How dare he move around? He was afraid that he would accidentally hurt even if he touched it gently.

He didn't say anything, the little woman in the dark had bright eyes and her eyes suddenly turned red again. She bit her red lips tightly, as if she was suffering a great grievance.

Yinmang had no choice but to hold her shoulders and murmured: "I can't dislike you, and I can't dislike you and my children. I haven't touched you for a while and dared not touch your stomach because I'm afraid of hurting you. You know, I have a lot of strength, no light or heavy, I'm afraid that you and my children can't stand it."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, with thin lips pressed against her tender ears, and Xu Sheng said, "I have always kept you in the tip of my heart. In the future, this is born in your belly. I love the house and the black ones. Naturally, I like it too much. It is because of this that I have to be cautious everywhere and never be careless..."

After saying this, his thick palm walked along the top of his head, stroked her soft silk-like silk silk, and finally landed on her white cheeks. His thumb thigh gently rubbed twice.

The touch is soft and tender, delicate as water.

Such a beautiful person is so beautiful that he puts his palms in his palms to protect him. He is afraid that if he bumps a little, he will hurt her and damage her.

It was such a weak and slender existence, but with such a round belly that was inconsistent with her delicate figure.

Yinmang was naturally happy when the little woman she loved most was born to her offspring. At first, the joy and joy of the little woman when she was pregnant was indescribable.

At that time, he thought that as long as the baby was born by her, no matter whether it was a difficult or a girl, even if she was a little white vixen who harmed people, he would take out the best things, hide, hurt, and raise them for the rest of his life.

However, as her belly grew day by day, this initial joy gradually began to change and her mentality began to become complicated.

On the one hand, I look forward to the day when the child arrives. On the other hand, I am afraid that she will not be able to bear it, and I am worried that something will happen to her if something goes wrong. Thinking about it this way, it is better if she does not have this child at the beginning.

However, even if I regret it now, I have no regrets anymore.

Then be born, you can only be more careful in everything.

"Wanwan, don't think too much. I really don't want to hurt you, so I have many concerns. Now you can take care of yourself, and nothing else matters."

After hearing this, Su Wanrong's eyelashes trembled, and she raised her face and looked at him.

The delicate little face of pear blossoms with rain was covered with a faint bright red color. A pair of clear and clear peach blossom eyes were filled with crystal tears, staring at him in fog.

The little woman flattened her lips, obviously she still didn't want to believe it. She sucked her red nose, but she questioned with a soft voice:

"You were not afraid of hurting me before. You would sleep with me every day, and you would touch my stomach at night..."

Yinmang rubbed the tears on her cheeks with his fingertips, hugging the soft body in his arms. After pausing for a while, he said hoarsely: "Your belly was not like this at that time. Now your belly is getting bigger and bigger. I am afraid that you will fall down when you walk two steps, and I dare not touch it randomly."

Here it refers to her belly, or the child who has not yet been born in her belly.

"But the imperial doctor said that the first three months are the most dangerous time. After three months, the fetus stabilizes and just touches it gently outside for a few seconds. Naturally nothing will happen."

Su Wanrong blinked her shimmering eyes twice, looked up at him seriously, then pouted and asked in a tender voice:

"If you don't dislike me, you will touch my stomach and prove it to me. If you touch me, I will believe you."

...Why are you going around touching your stomach again?

Yinmang really didn't dare to touch it, and the reason had just been explained to Su Wanrong clearly.

It can be seen that the little woman's red lips and her peach blossom eyes were staring at him stubbornly and stubbornly, as if he could cry again immediately after saying a word.

He hugged the person in his arms, his thin lips pursed into a sharp line, his eyebrows were frowned, and he was silent for a while, and finally, according to her last wish, he slowly reached over.

Before she could touch the corner of her clothes, her rough big hand was firmly grasped by a white and tender little hand, and she grabbed his palm and gently pressed it on the round and plump belly.

When I was pregnant around May, my belly was already very strong. Through a thin layer of silk shirt, I could feel the warmth and smoothness underneath.

It's rare. If it were normal, the little guy in his belly should take a break at this time. Perhaps it was because of his mother's emotional fluctuations, or the first touch of his strange father, that the little guy actually kicked the belly lightly or severely.

Su Wanrong didn't notice for a moment and groaned softly. Yin Mang beside her also felt it, and her whole body became stiff.

What you see with your own eyes is different from touching with your own hands.

Just now, when his palm was pressed against her belly, there seemed to be a fleshy force inside, and then he kicked his palm hard.

He lowered his head and stared at her for a long time before looking at her and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Is he... moving again?"

The man's expression was a little stiff and a little stupid. In fact, when he coaxed him softly, Su Wanrong already knew that the man had no intention of disdaining the child in her belly.

But the pregnant woman is more coquettish. Maybe she just wants to act coquettishly and gets angry, just want him to touch his stomach and see his reaction.

The little guy in his belly was obviously very proud of his face, so he thumped twice at this time.

Looking at the man's appearance as if he was dumbfounded, Su Wanrong suddenly felt much more relaxed. The inexplicable unpleasantness in her heart disappeared without realizing it.

"Yeah." She nodded, "I moved again. It's not like this usually. It will be quiet at night. It seems to be a little more active tonight."

The one in her womb was really an impatient person. Even the most experienced Madam Zhou said that she had never seen such a lively person. This temperament was obviously not inherited from her, but must be similar to his own father.

During the day, I always kick it from time to time. I only barely quiet for a few hours at night. Before I fully formed, I was a constant stop.

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The fierce daughter-in-law of the Nongmen: The infatuated husband favors the heavens/The beautiful fruit of the city

Once traveling through time, Yun Jin became a small peasant girl in Xingshan Village. Her mother was weak and unintentional, her father was foolish and filial, and she was hungry for food. In addition, her grandmother was partial, her uncle was stingy and revenge, and her aunt was vicious. How could she live this life?

Yun Jin lifted up her sleeves and tried to fight. A silver needle could steal people from the King of Hell, treat dead people and meet noble people everywhere, and her reputation became more and more popular.

Farming, curing diseases, abuse the scumbag, getting rich all the way, and life gets better and better.

What? A family of top relatives come to ask for peace? Yun Jin sneered, as far as possible.

What? The county magistrate is also here to see the doctor? Yun Jin is arrogant and lined up!

"A Jin, your husband is here again."

Yun Jin was not calm, and there was a scoundrel around him who could not be driven away. He thought about recommending himself to the pillow and mattress every day. If Yun Jin did not defend himself, he would still go to the boudoir and flirt with him every night.

"I heard that my wife likes to look at handsome men. Everyone who has seen her husband praises her. Why not be able to accept her smile?"
Chapter completed!