So, Second Young Master Xiao hugged Tang Kexin and said, "Look, Mommy loves you very much. She even notices such details. So don't worry about the wedding dress."
"Well...I will prepare a lot of gifts for Mommy in the future." Tang Kexin nodded excitedly.
Second Young Master Xiao came close to her ear, exhaled a hot breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "For Mommy, the best gift is a grandson.
She would be very happy if... we had a child."
Damn, Tang Kexin's face turned red. She pursed her lips lightly, then pursed her lips again, "But...I...we haven't had a wedding yet, and I don't want to wear a wedding dress with a big belly."
Yes, this is very important to Tang Kexin.
Her arms will take at least three months to cultivate. If they have a child now, their belly will definitely be exposed by the time of the wedding.
Miss Tang Kexin, who loves beauty, really doesn’t want to gain weight and wear a wedding dress.
She hopes that her wedding photos will look beautiful without using photoshopped photos.
Second Young Master Xiao naturally knew what she was thinking, so he said gently: "Okay, don't worry... I will never let you gain weight and wear a wedding dress.
Let’s hold the wedding first and then have children, okay?”
Tang Kexin nodded, "Well, I'll listen to you."
…
The young couple here are sweet and sweet, but Xiao Ling is unhappy over there.
When he saw Ye Feifei holding a pile of wedding dress design materials, he frowned and asked suspiciously: "Honey, what are you preparing for?"
Ye Feifei first put the book on the bed, then took off her shoes, sat cross-legged, picked up a book, opened the first page, and looked at it for a few times before answering Xiao Ling.
"The second child asked me to design a wedding dress for Kexin. I want to supplement my knowledge of wedding dress design."
"If there isn't a designer, why would you be asked to design it?" Xiao Ling said with dissatisfaction.
He feels very sorry for his wife. How hard it will be to suddenly learn wedding dress design.
Sure enough, the son belongs to someone else. After marrying a wife, I don’t know how to feel sorry for his wife.
"Well...that little bastard probably wants to show how much we care about Kexin." Ye Feifei held Xiao Ling's face and explained with a smile.
She actually understood what Xiao Ling was angry about.
"My dear, don't be angry...it's not too difficult for me. Anyway, I don't have much to do recently, so I just want to kill time, okay?"
Ye Feifei said and kissed Xiao Ling on the face.
But Xiao Ling was not coaxed. On the contrary, he asked: "Are you still allowed to sew with your own hands?"
Ye Feifei raised her eyebrows.
Look, how else can I say that I will kill my father?
Xiao Ling guessed what Second Young Master Xiao was thinking very accurately.
Xiao Ling was even more unhappy now.
Oh, that bastard Xiao Ling married a wife and made her work hard. Why didn’t he sew it himself?
With this idea, Xiao Ling's eyes suddenly darkened, he hugged Ye Feifei's waist and whispered: "You can design it, let Xiao Ling do the production by himself."
Ye Feifei was stunned and looked at her husband blankly, "The company is so busy, why not let him sew by himself?"
"I'll be in charge of the company. If he doesn't touch his wife's dress, how can he be worthy of her?" Xiao Ling said in a deep voice.
Ye Feifei knew that her husband felt sorry for her, so she smiled and nodded: "Well... my husband is right, I want him to know that this wife has worked hard to get her back.
That's how he feels about it, don't you think?" (To be continued)