After an unknown period of time, ruan Mengmeng finally stopped wailing and regained her composure in li junyu's arms.
She was protected in li junyu's arms. One of his big palms was under her butt, and the other hand was carefully protecting her belly, which was already showing a little.
"Don't cry, Wanwan. I'll take you home now," the man comforted her in a low voice.
As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed the tears at the corner of his wife's eyes, kissing away her tears one by one.
After all, ruan Mengmeng was pregnant with triplets. Just now, she was suddenly in a state of great sorrow and anger, and she had also fought against Zhan mo fiercely.
Now, even when she returned to her room and saw that li junyu was no longer carrying a heavy burden, ruan Mengmeng was still a little tired because of her emotional ups and downs.
She leaned against li junyu's shoulder weakly, her little face nuzzling against his shoulder as she nudged him gently.
