What Ling Mu Feng has always been surrounded by is whether she has herself in her heart and whether she loves Qin Yishu more than herself.
It was Ye Zhiqiu, an emotional idiot who didn't understand love, who always thought about problems in a single way, that made him unable to understand what he meant.
Hate it!
I hate him so much that I can’t help it.[
Who told him to be blind and fall in love with this silly girl?
"I have changed my mind now. I want to marry you. I want to pester you every night. We will have seventeen or eight children, form a football team, and revitalize Chinese football!"
Ling Mufeng smiled evilly, bit her earlobe, and rubbed it gently.
"Ten, seventeen or eight children?!"
Ye Zhiqiu was shocked, "Do you think I'm a sow? Seventeen or eight, you can tell me!"
"Then just three or four are fine! As long as they are born between you and me, I like them all!"
Ling Mufeng reluctantly lowered the standard.
"No! Ling Mufeng, you ignore family planning!"
Ling Mufeng almost vomited blood to death.
Ye Zhiqiu refuted his words, why, why is it so funny?
Does this guy have a brain? Is she really a graduate student with excellent academic performance?
Why didn't she know the point of what he said?
It's not about how many children the two of them have.
It's about them getting married, getting together, and having children!
"Then you promise me, marry me, get entangled with me, and then have children with me?"
Ling Mufeng smirked, since this guy couldn't understand the voice-over, he had no choice but to explain it himself!
"I……"
Ye Zhiqiu, who was belatedly aware of the situation, finally understood what Ling Mufeng was thinking.
My face turned red with embarrassment and I couldn't say a word.[
If you want to have a baby, you certainly need certain steps to create a human being.
Ling Mufeng let go of her, stretched out his hands to hold her shoulders, and turned her body over.