cuddling in his arms

Chapter 56 Ziqing, do you really not want a child?

Mo Xiaoli nestled softly in An Ziqing's arms, pinching his firm chest muscles desperately, but no matter how hard he pinched, he couldn't move.

"Ziqing, do you really not want a child?" Mo Xiaoli asked suddenly while leaning in his arms.

An Ziqing rubbed her hair carelessly and asked an irrelevant question: "Is today's soup good?"

"It doesn't taste good." Mo Xiaoli answered honestly, her biggest advantage is that she doesn't lie.

"Then do you want to drink it every day?"

"Do not want to."

An Ziqing didn't say anything more and led Mo Xiaoli back and walked back, but Mo Xiaoli felt a little sour in his heart, flashing in his mind the way Luoli looked at An Ziqing today, and An Ziqing coming out of An Zihan's room What he said at the time, although he said it like a joke, she just had a bad feeling.

In the evening, Mrs. An stayed with them in Jiuxi for one night. An Ziqing went to work in the study early. Mrs. An held Mo Xiaoli's hand and led her to sit on the sofa and watch TV together. Mo Xiaoli brought it today. The purple sand teapot was placed on the coffee table, and there was a strong aroma of ripe Pu’er in it. Mrs. An skillfully washed the cup, made the first brew, then poured it out, poured boiling water, brewed it again, and then filled the cup with tea , the color is red, moist, and the room is filled with a faint tea fragrance. Mrs. An took a sip, then smiled and asked, "Would you like a cup?"

Mo Xiaoli looked at the red tea in a daze, and when she heard Madam An's question, she was stunned, and Madam An said: "Although drinking tea is not recommended at night, I still want to repay Xiaoli's debts impatiently." Mind."

"As long as Mom likes it." Mo Xiaoli obediently poured another glass for Mrs. An, sliding her fingertips over the round handle of the purple sand pot, feeling flustered, she knew that Mrs. An must have something to say to her.

Sure enough, Mrs. An said again: "Of course I like Xiaoli's gift, but if it's something else, I might like it more."

Mo Xiaoli also poured a cup for herself, and then looked at the red tea in the cup, with a leaf of tea floating up and down in it, swirling in the cup as if drowning, she called softly: "Mom... .”

Mrs. An put down her teacup and held Mo Xiaoli's hand. Her hand was icy cold. Mrs. An rubbed it for her and said, "Wear more in winter."

"Yes, Mom." Mo Xiaoli was still so obedient that people couldn't bear to say anything.

Mrs. An sighed and said only one sentence: "You are not young anymore, Ziqing should be 29 after the new year, and children's affairs should also be considered."

Then he got up and went back to his bedroom.

Mo Xiaoli was sitting on the sofa in the living room in a daze. On the TV, a little girl smiled innocently and kept calling her mother. Looking at her, her heart softened. She got up and walked to the study room. , Mo Xiaoli looked at An Ziqing's expression when he was handling those complicated documents, so serious, sometimes frowning, sometimes contemplating, that man is his husband, a man who can have children with her, but love?Do you really want to live your life like this?Mo Xiaoli was a little hesitant, and unconsciously moved his hand to the door frame, but accidentally touched the door of the study, only to hear a creak, Mo Xiaoli was startled, and retracted his hand.

"A Li, come here." An Ziqing looked up and saw that it was Mo Xiaoli, and smiled at her, his voice was deep and warm, which made people feel at ease.

(End of this chapter)