Jing Muchen reached out to pick up the hem of her sweater, revealing her fair and flat stomach. His voice was hoarse." Can you see my son?""
".."Su Ruowan did not believe him.
In the next second, his thin, soft, and hot lips pressed against her stomach and he kissed it carefully.
Jing Muchen had never been a person who liked to express himself. Other than occasionally showing excessive love to Jiujiu, he had always been indifferent to Jing Yanxi and the child in her stomach. Su Ruowan did not expect him to do this. Today seemed to be the first time he had expressed his expectations for the child so straightforwardly.
She looked at the man squatting in front of her and reached out to touch his hard hair. The corners of her mouth slowly curled up.
Jing Muchen kissed her for a while before standing up and pulling her into his arms. After a long while, he suddenly said," I might have to go overseas in two days."
