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811. Things Dad-to-be Have to Say 3

She is drunk.

Get drunk without alcohol.

The elegant and beautiful piano sound poured out slowly from his fingertips, carrying waves of endless warmth.

Such tenderness slowly swept towards her, wrapping her tightly in it. How could she have such self-control and not be intoxicated by him?

"Shang Shang, are you happy?"

Chang Shang nodded intoxicatedly, as if she felt Chang Mian talking to her, but she hadn't recovered from the unfinished voice. When she woke up from it, he was already close to her.

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead again.

The sound, which was better than the sound of the piano, lingered in my ears.

"If you like it, I will play the piano for you every day when you have free time."

Her eyes fluttered with excitement, and she couldn't suppress the happy smile at the corner of her mouth. She nodded heavily like a bell. "You said it, don't go back on it."

"How could that happen?"

If I don’t play to you, who else can I play to?

Chang Mian's curved lips became more curved.

Chang Shang suddenly let out a low cry, and the next moment he pointed at his belly, with a look of pride that could not be concealed: "The little guy kicked me."

Chang Mian was stunned for three seconds, and looked even more excited than she was, "I'll listen."

He wanted to squat down.

Chang Shang stretched out her belly, pointed at her belly and said, "Put it against your belly and listen. This little guy must have been awakened by the sound of your piano. He is so naughty that he is still moving in my belly."

Chang Mian immediately leaned towards her, placed his hands gently on her waist, and hugged her carefully. The expression on his face was longing and eager, and there was deep desire written in his eyes.

"Why didn't you hear anything?"

His ear was pressed against her belly. He couldn't hear anything. He moved a few inches, but still couldn't hear it. He moved a few more inches. His face, which had always been calm and calm, showed some slight nervousness.

"Wait a minute, he doesn't stop moving all the time. Anyway, he will still move when he wakes up." Chang Shang explained.

Chang Mian immediately became discouraged and said, "This doesn't give his father face."

Chang Shang just sneered.

Chang Mian sighed, but his eyes always maintained a nervous look, and his ears were pressed against her belly, reluctant to move away.

After waiting for a full five minutes, all his rare worries were exhausted.

"Let's see how I deal with him after he comes out!" Chang Mian stood up with some dissatisfaction, moved his neck, and said unhappily.

But Chang Shang suddenly shouted again: "It's moving, it's moving, it's moving again, listen quickly."

As a result, when he listened impatiently, the little guy in his belly calmed down again.

Chang Mian listened for another five minutes and found nothing unusual, "You're not kidding me, are you?"

"What I said is true. If I want to tease you, it's because the little guy in my belly is teasing you. Just be patient."

All right.

Chang Mian took a deep breath.

I patiently lurked quietly for five minutes, but moved away again in despair.

But, as soon as he moved away, within a minute, Chang Chang immediately shouted excitedly: The baby is moving again.

However, when he listened again, the little guy immediately became quiet.

After struggling like this for more than half an hour, Chang Mian's little patience was completely exhausted, and his neck was so sore that he almost stiffened his neck.

"You don't listen anymore, you are deliberately going against me!" Chang Mian scratched his hair irritably and muttered: "Is he my biological child, so you don't give me face?"

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