Drifting Towards You

Since she became pregnant, Song Ziming has been doing her best and spending most of these days at home with her.

Even if she goes out to film during the day, he must be picked up on time, considerate and gentle, as if he has changed from before.

Li Qingqing leaned in front of the door and watched him lose consciousness. He couldn't help thinking that everything would get better and better in the future. When the child was born, he would take care of the family more and be more intimate with her because of the child.

"Brother Ziming, let me come." Li Qingqing recovered and tried to step forward.

Song Ziming's warm voice prevented her from moving: "You go to wash first, and I will be ready right away."

Li Qingqing squeezed and said softly, "Brother Ziming, you are so kind to me."

Song Ziming showed a slight smile, his eyes fell on her somewhat shy cheek, and the smile grew deeper and deeper.

Li Qingqing was a little shy when he saw him, and shyly avoided his gaze, but did not see the deep coldness in his eyes.

"Go, the food will be ready right away. You have a bad appetite recently, and I have cooked relatively lightly." Song Ziming turned around and continued to stew the porridge.

Li Qingqing stood by his side and looked at him. While he was not paying attention, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek.

"Then I'm going~"

When the words fell, Li Qingqing blushed and turned his head and ran away.

In the kitchen, the gentle smile on Song Ziming's face disappeared little by little, but his eyes became gloomy.

He took out a piece of paper and rubbed the place where she had just kissed, and then felt as if it was meaningless, and threw the paper into the wastebasket.

Not long after, Li Qingqing came out after washing up, and the sumptuous meals were already on the dinner table.

She sat across from him habitually, obviously he treated her like this all this time.

Li Qingqing hopes that the pregnancy time can be longer, and that every day will be a little slower. Even she now feels that it is good not to be filming, so that she can have more time with him.

She began to think that if she had a baby in the future, she could actually not be filming.

Being a rich young grandmother in peace, drinking tea and reading newspapers every day, watching fashion conferences, and attending banquets, should also be good.

Song Ziming filled her with a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of her, and then peeled her a boiled egg.

Because it was not prepared by the chef of the Song family, the style of breakfast is actually very simple.

But for Li Qingqing, who grew up in an orphanage since she was a child, it has been extremely rich.

She couldn't help thinking, how would Mu Beiting treat Su Xiangwan?

If you know that she is pregnant now, she should be fine too.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Ziming spoke warmly, his eyes falling on her.

Li Qingqing returned to his senses and smiled: "No, I just thought that I used to envy Su Xiangwan for a man as good as Bei Ting. Now I have it too, and finally I don't have to envy her anymore."

Song Ziming just smiled, did not speak.

Peace was restored on the dining table, and Li Qingqing started to eat.

After eating a meal for about half an hour, after the meal, Song Ziming got up to clean up the dishes, and Li Qingqing also planned to reach out to help.

But Song Ziming stopped her: "You go and rest, and I'll be fine."

Li Qingqing couldn't help being a little lost, hesitated for a moment, nodded obediently, and sat down on the sofa in the living room to watch him busy.

Before long, Li Qingqing suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach.

Immediately, his face became pale a little, the big beads of sweat rolled from his forehead, and his face that had been somewhat proud of the spring breeze began to twist.