Qi Wang took a sip of champagne, "I still remember that you were rude to Lemon, but now I look at you, your face was beaten by yourself."

"There's no way!" Zhuang Mengzhou in the dream seemed to have already accepted his fate, "Young and ignorant. As long as you get along with each other, who can't love her?"

Looking at the wife who was gathered together to chat with several wealthy wives, Zhuang Mengzhou's eyes were full of admiration. Anyone who saw it knew how loving and harmonious the couple was.

He looked at himself in his dream in shock, and a pain appeared in his heart, spreading throughout his body.

I couldn't help but want to curl up, but it was just his own illusion.

That night, the two rested in the old house of Qi.

After a while, the loving couple hugged each other, but Zhuang Mengzhou fell into chaos.

He could feel another feeling of himself, which was a joy that could make people ascend to heaven, and his soul was perfectly matched.

Even more dazzling, time seems to have jumped for many years.

Zhuang Mengzhou, whose eyes were already wrinkled, returned home. A little girl in a tender yellow princess dress ran down from the upper floor, shouting excitedly, and jumped up when there were still three stairs.

He and another Zhuang Mengzhou were startled and rushed forward to catch the little naughty ghost.

"I have told you many times, so you should pay attention to safety at home."

"Dudu misses his father." The little loli was in his arms.

It is soft and chubby, and you can see that it is so similar to him between your eyebrows and eyes.

In an instant, his heart softened into a pool of water, and at the same time it made him almost crazy.

"Where is brother?"

Zhuang Mengzhou is slightly laid, are they more than one child?

The little loli hugged her father's neck and was carried upstairs by him, and said in a slight voice: "Brother is in the piano room."

The father and daughter came to the piano room, and after opening the door, the pleasant sound of the piano floated out.

Zhuang Mengzhou knew about this song, Beethoven's "Moonlight".

The boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and his appearance was almost carved from the same mold as him.

Even so, the song was performed perfectly.

Slim and white fingers jumped on the black and white keyboard, starry eyes narrowed slightly, and felt the emotions in it as the sound of the piano flowed.

Through the other person's emotions, he felt that he was proud.

Although my son is not old, he is very smart, has top academic performance and has a wide range of hobbies.

He has been involved in piano, calligraphy, street dance, Chinese painting, etc., and has won awards in many competitions.

This is a handsome young man who will praise anyone who sees it.

It's also his son.

It's him...

He and Qi Ning's children.

Perhaps because of his emotional fluctuations, he felt a little difficult to breathe.

Work hard to mediate the good mood, stand at the door of the piano room with the parents, and listen to the son's performance.

"Dad, did you come back so early today?" The boy saw him, smiled and stood up, and took the sister in his arms.

"Today is your mother's birthday. I have set up a private room in Qianchengju. Let's go over and celebrate your mother's birthday."

The boy was slightly stunned and then smiled, "Mom must have forgotten that she had her birthday today. She had asked Aunt Gao to go to the opera before."

Just as Zhuang Mengzhou was thinking about who Aunt Gao was, Mengjing Zhuang Mengzhou took out his cell phone and made a phone call.

"Gong Zhan, Ningning asked your wife to attend the opera tonight and I would like to say sorry to Qianwen. Ningning may have forgotten that she celebrated her birthday today."

"Then I won't listen to the opera, our family will go there too." Gong Zhan's voice came to his ears.

The picture jumped again, and this time he and Qi Ning seemed to have become younger.

The two hugged each other and leaned against the head of the bed. Qi Ning was wearing a red silk nightgown, revealing her intoxicating collarbone, which was extremely beautiful and charming.

Maybe the couple had just finished a certain sport, and Qi Ning's cheeks were fluttering pink at this moment, like peach blossoms moistened by light rain, exuding an irresistible charm.

"Let's have another daughter." Qi Ning's voice was full of expectations.

Zhuang Mengzhou frowned, "I don't recommend asking for another one. When you gave birth to Xiao Ke, you spent eight hours in the delivery room. Have you forgotten that kind of pain?"

"I haven't forgotten." Qi Ning's smile softly, which made people feel heart-wrenching. "I want to have a son, I want a daughter, both children. And our family is so good, so I will definitely not be wronged."

"You can't be wronged." Zhuang Mengzhou's expression was still bad, but it began to soften in his wife's soft smile, "I just fear that you will work too hard."

"Are you afraid of my hard work, or do you?" Qi Ning teased with a smile.

Seeing this, Zhuang Mengzhou turned over and pressed her down, "Since you are not afraid, I will satisfy you."

The indoor temperature suddenly rose, and Zhuang Mengzhou looked at the scene in front of him and thoughts were full of thoughts.

Qi Ning was pregnant again. He knew that in Qi Ning's flat belly, he was the cutest little girl in the world, Dudu.

He saw that Qi Ning's calf cramps late at night, and Zhuang Mengzhou stayed asleep guarding his wife and helped her massage and stretch.

What made him even more unbelievable was that Zhuang Mengzhou could cook, the key was that he could cook meals for pregnant women.

"Lingling, it's time to have a meal."

The bloated quilt on the luxurious bed moved, and Qi Ning's muffled voice floated out in a coquettish way.

"I won't eat anymore, I'm sleepy."

Zhuang Mengzhou was full of indulgence, stepped forward and lifted the quilt, changed into her home clothes, then picked her up and went to the bathroom.

After washing up, carry the person down.

While my wife was in a daze, she fed her lunch, took the person into the car and took him to the company.

When I came to the company, the employees who came and went to see this scene seemed to be accustomed to it.

Zhuang Group, which was once a second-rate enterprise, seems to have developed very well in recent years.

Even though Qiming Group, which did not annex the Qi family, is still moving towards the better side and magnificently.

Qi Chen has also graduated and is internship in Qiming Group.

At their house, a room was left for Qi Chen, and the boy seemed to spend the night at Qi's house often.

Every time Zhuang Mengzhou's company is busy, Qi Chen, the uncle, goes to the banker to guard his son Zhuang Ke.

Sometimes he would take his son to Qi's house.

"Xiaozhouzhou, I want to eat ice cream!" Qi Ning's sweet voice came, "It's not me, it's your daughter who wants to eat it."

Zhuang Mengzhou, who was reviewing the documents, looked up and looked at her helplessly, "Don't put the blame on her daughter."

"Okay, I want to have ice cream."

He got up and walked to his wife, squatted down beside the sofa, and looked flush with her eyes.

"Be good, bear with it, and we will eat it when the baby is born."

"No, she protested." Qi Ning raised her red lips to protest.

He leaned forward and kissed his wife on the red lips, "Wait a minute."

"I don't!"

Another kiss, "Wait a minute."

The cute pregnant woman laughed and hugged his neck, "I'll stop eating after a while."

It seems to never stop.

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Mengzhou's lips seemed to be curled up, and he was infected by this scene.

"bell--"

Accompanied by a harsh ringtone, he was suddenly pulled out of his dream.

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Zhuang Mengzhou: Ningning is my wife.

Mr. Shi: You are thinking about nothing.

it's over.
Chapter completed!