"Brother Haozi, hurry up, I feel like I'm going to vomit again! Hurry! Hurry!" When Zhang Hao was ecstatically holding Song Ziting into his arms, Song Ziting suddenly struggled and said in Zhang Hao's ear.
Zhang Hao couldn't help being surprised, and quickly grabbed Song Ziting's arm with his backhand, and then said to everyone in the audience: "Dear guests, thank you all for attending my wedding and Tingting's, but we have to say goodbye for a moment!" And then he didn't wait.
When everyone reacted, he picked up Song Ziting and walked through the back door of the banquet hall without a trace.
"This brat, can't he be so impatient?!" Chu Chen, who was sitting at the guest table, couldn't help but curl his lips and said.
"Tingting is really powerful. She can treat this brat like Haozi into submission!" Yufan leaned on the back of the chair, holding the wine glass and sipping the wine.
"I see that Tingting's face is not very good. Has she been feeling unwell lately? I saw her vomiting a few days ago..." Lan Ruo, who was sitting next to Song Zikun and didn't know what was going on, looked worriedly at Song Ziting and Zhang who had disappeared.
Hao, turned to look at Song Zikun again.
"Silly girl, she's not feeling uncomfortable. It's just that she needs to be replenished. If she's so thin, I'm afraid Zhang Xiaohao won't be able to get out of her belly!" Song Zikun couldn't help but scratch Lan Ruo's nose and see.
Seeing Lan Ruo's confused look, Song Zikun felt itchy in his heart and wished he could create a Song Xiaokun right away.
Three months later, "Haozi!" Song Ziting was nestled in the big bed, looking at her gradually bulging belly, feeling very dissatisfied. Why did her perfectly good belly become so swollen, and the culprit seemed to be still laughing at the side?
Like a flower?
It is said that Mrs. Zhang asked Song Ziting to take leave on the day before the wedding, but she took her to see an old Chinese medicine doctor. The old Chinese doctor took Song Ziting's pulse, and then smiled at Mrs. Zhang and said a few words, Song Ziting is completely
If you don't understand the words, you only understand the word "congratulations" in the end, and then you see Mrs. Zhang looking overjoyed, pulling her to eat, buy supplements, and finally let Zhang Hao
He ran back and forth to wait on her back to Zhang's house. In the next week, Song Ziting was almost scratched by Mrs. Zhang's random thoughts, and finally had to agree to hold the wedding. Now Song Ziting was lying on the big bed and finally thought
Understand, the congratulations the old Chinese doctor said to the old lady that day turned out to be that she was pregnant?!
Song Ziting banged her head and stared at her belly with regret: "I definitely let that stinky gangster Zhang Hao plot against me!" So she tried to manipulate Zhang Hao in different ways, so as to relieve her anger.
Zhang Hao, however, was not unhappy at all. Being ordered around by his wife, he was not happy enough and kept running around every day. Hearing Song Ziting's call, Zhang Hao immediately took a large plate and washed it.
Putao gave up the video conference he was busy with and ran into the bedroom.
"My wife is here!" Zhang Hao smiled so hard that his lips almost reached his ears.
"Well, put it there!" Song Ziting leaned on the big bed, holding a parenting magazine in one hand, pointing to the small table beside her with the other, and said without raising her head.
Zhang Hao suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, and then gently put down the grapes in his hand. However, looking at the half of the white calf exposed on the bed, Zhang Hao's heart began to itch. He looked up along the calf, and then
Up, up again... The looming mountain peaks in the pink pajamas had swollen again due to pregnancy. Zhang Hao swallowed, and finally sat on the edge of the bed, close to Song Ziting's side, very awkwardly
He said: "Honey, you are tired, let me rub your legs!" After saying that, he helped Song Ziting to rub her legs in a serious manner, but the smell changed after rubbing them, and a pair of big hands ran along Song Ziting's calves.
Touched it.
Song Ziting was feeling a little sore in her legs. Being pregnant, she became even more lazy, but her body became more and more sensitive, and her calves were often swollen and uncomfortable. Don't let Zhang Hao's big hands rub her like this.
Song Ziting felt much more comfortable, but why did she feel bad when she rubbed it?
When Song Ziting woke up in surprise, Zhang Hao's big hand had already touched the small panty of her pajamas. Because the sensitive place was touched, Song Ziting couldn't help being startled, and she opened her mouth and screamed: "You... can't
…”
"Tingting, please touch me. I haven't touched you in months. I'm almost going crazy..." Zhang Hao had already changed from sitting on the edge of the bed to lying on the big bed.
He took the opportunity to free up his other big hand and took Song Ziting's small hand to touch his lower body.
"Ah...you...rascal!" Song Ziting touched the hot swelling with her palm, her face turned red and she couldn't help but curse Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao couldn't help but get excited when he heard Song Ziting's word "gangster": "Tingting, you actually called me a gangster in front of my son. Anyway, I'm willing to go out of my way to let you see what a real gangster is!"
After Zhang Hao finished speaking, without waiting for Song Ziting's reaction, he suddenly stood up and kissed Song Ziting's small mouth. It was not until Song Ziting gasped that Zhang Hao was willing to let go of Song Ziting's small mouth, but soon Song Ziting realized
By the time he was completely paralyzed, Zhang Hao's big hand had untied his pajamas at some point. What was even worse was that Zhang Hao, the scoundrel, was still lying on his chest, biting him one by one.
Touching the swollen cherry on his chest.
"Well..." Song Ziting was paralyzed by Zhang Hao and couldn't help but snort, but this sound completely inspired Zhang Hao. He lifted up the handsome face buried in Song Ziting's chest and looked at Song Ziting's face.
Zhang Hao couldn't bear it any longer. He gently lay next to Song Ziting's ear and blew hot air: "Tingting, give it to me..."
When Song Ziting heard Zhang Hao's bewitching voice, her whole body went limp. However, thinking of the child in her belly, Song Ziting still hesitated a little. She looked at Zhang Hao with misty eyes: "Baby... I'm afraid..."
"Fool, it's been more than three months. I won't hurt the baby! Be good! I'll be careful!" Zhang Hao felt warm in his heart when he heard Song Ziting's worry. It seems that this girl cherishes two
What a personal treasure!
"Well..." Song Ziting nodded drowsily after listening to Zhang Hao's words, and then she felt that the emptiness under her body was suddenly filled. Then she heard Zhang Hao grunt with satisfaction, and then her brain went crazy.
blank.
When Song Ziting opened her eyes and woke up, she was pressed against Zhang Hao's solid chest. Although they had been together day and night for more than a day or two, the two had not been so close since they got married. Because of the pregnancy, Zhang Hao was very
It was considerate. Although he hugged himself to sleep every night, he was always afraid of touching his growing belly, and in the end he always slept carefully on his side. So when he suddenly woke up in Zhang Hao's bare chest, Song Ziting
She still couldn't help but blush and her heart beat. She moved slightly, wanting to change her position, but she was afraid of waking up Zhang Hao and causing embarrassment. Just when Song Ziting remained calm, thinking that she was moving unnoticed, suddenly someone around her
He stretched out his long arm and pulled himself back tightly. Then he heard Zhang Hao's low laughter muffled in his chest coming from above his head: "Tingting, your skills as an ostrich have never been good, let alone the belly."
There’s also a little ostrich!”
"You...you're awake..." Song Ziting laughed along with her. Although she was caught, she couldn't help but feel a trace of sweetness in her heart. She hid her little head in Zhang Hao's arms and rubbed it.
Ah, rub it...
"Well! I'm awake, but I don't mind doing it again!" Zhang Hao grabbed the little head that was still rubbing against his chest, biting it with his teeth: "Why is this girl so annoying..."
Two years later, a white and tender little "ostrich" stretched out its chubby little paws and shouted at someone who was buttoning his shirt in front of the full-length mirror: "Dad, dad, what is a gangster?"
Someone paused with his big hand on the button, then turned to look at the little boy on the bed with his head tilted, grinning from the corners of his mouth to his ears, he was so angry and funny, he loosened the button on his hand, and stretched out his hand with his bare chest.
He picked up the little one on the bed, raised it to his head, pulled on his slippers and went downstairs: "A gangster? A gangster is a very powerful big shot!"
"Dad, no wonder, mom always says you are a gangster! Then Xiao Hao will be a gangster when he grows up!" The little boy waved his arms, and his childish words almost made Zhang Hao unsteady: Song Ziting, look what you have let your son hear.
?!
"Xiao Hao, you can't be a gangster..." Zhang Hao was angry.
"Why?! Dad, are you lying?" The little boy lowered his head and saw his father stuttering. He narrowed his eyes and immediately exposed someone's words.
"Haozi! How old are you? You still look like this? Put the child down quickly!" Mrs. Zhang, who was sitting on the sofa chatting with Song Ziting, saw two people, one large and one small, walking down the stairs.
He couldn't help but scolded: "Xiao Haozi! Come down quickly!"
"I don't, grandma! Dad lied, and I am punishing him!" The little boy sat on someone's shoulders with a righteous look on his face: "Mom said, those who don't tell the truth will be punished!"
"Ah? Xiao Hao, come down quickly, so dad can't go to work!" Song Ziting heard what her son said, and quickly got up and reached out to pick up the little one from Zhang Hao's neck. But the little one looked unhappy.
He pouted and sat next to him angrily.
"Xiao Hao, tell mom, why is dad so upset?" Song Ziting couldn't help but ask when she saw her little baby sulking.
"I asked my dad what a gangster was, and he said big shots were gangsters, so I said I wanted to be a gangster, but my dad didn't agree... Mom, wouldn't it be good for me to be a gangster?" the little boy tilted his head and asked Song Ziting.
Song Ziting was immediately petrified when she heard the little one's words. She looked up and saw Zhang Hao looking gloating at his misfortune. He opened his mouth and said nothing for a long time.
On the other hand, Mrs. Zhang next to her couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Xiao Haozi, dad is lying, we are not gangsters! Let's go, Xiao Hao went for a walk with grandma! Let the gangsters stay and wait.
You'll be late for work!" After saying that, Mrs. Zhang stood up and took the little one out for a walk.
"Zhang Hao!" Song Ziting looked at the old man and the young man who had left the door. She turned around and couldn't help shouting with big eyes at someone standing at the top of the stairs scratching his head.
"Honey, why don't you... why don't I just be a gangster again, hehe..." Zhang Hao didn't care about someone who was protesting with wide eyes, he stepped forward, bent over and hugged someone, and then quickly walked towards the big door upstairs.
Go to bed.
"You gangster! Put me down!" Song Ziting kicked her legs and struggled loudly.
"Shh, don't let the little one hear this!" Zhang Hao threw Song Ziting on the big bed, ripped off the shirt that he had not yet buttoned, and regardless of Song Ziting's protest, he pressed Song Ziting to his body and told her with practical actions what he wanted.