Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

A cold mouthful of wine gushed out, "what? You like your aunt with three children, too. Isn't it too strong?"

She looked coquettish in her golden shirt and said the same thing.

Yan Yu looked at his glass, shook it gently, and finally said with a smile, "what you said can't be mo Qingyan. It seems that I have to test the DNA of you and the little girl. It's not your kind?"

Both of them were making fun of him, which made him very unhappy. The evil eyes are full of dangerous breath, these two guys.

He raised his foot and kicked one by one, "get out..."

Deep voice with a dull, but very sexy.

Yan Yu winked at Leng tingjue, asked him to comfort Li tingjue, shrugged coldly, and then poured wine for Li tingjue.

"Well, don't tease you. Let's have a drink."

The three clinked glasses, drank them up and spoke coldly.

"In fact, as long as it's the woman I like and she has had several children, I don't care, as long as I love her."

Yan Yu kicked him, "let you comfort him, who let you say this."

With a cold look of innocence, "what do I say? If I don't want to say such words, isn't he in a worse mood?"

Seeing that they were quarrelling, Li tingjue got up and went to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Drain."

Looking at his posture, they walked out of the private room. They sat closer and asked coldly.

"He won't really like an aunt, will he?"

The mother of three is thirty anyway? The more you think about him, the more dangerous it feels. The boy has always acted in an unconventional way, and when he grew up, he was even more different from when he was a child.

Coldly, the whole person was ignorant, "why don't I talk to his old man, or we will be blamed?"

Yan Yu took a sip of wine and quietly glanced at the door.

"Do you think ordinary people can get into his eyes?"

Isn't it mo Qingyan to take three children? And the only woman around him. Coldly, is this a pig brain? There was a look of pig in his eyes.

Coldly, he kept looking at himself, but he didn't give any advice.

"Are you talking?"

Yan Yu said, "how old do you think Mo Qingyan is?"

"Isn't this nonsense? In his twenties, it looks like eighteen."

He thought deeply and said this sentence. He always felt that the girl was tender enough to pinch out water. Otherwise, how could he be fascinated by Jue? His most proud designs were sent out casually.

"Does she look like she had three children?"

"Shit, looking at her as a baby, the old man of the Mo family didn't say everything about that year. Someone deliberately set up a frame, and she didn't sleep at all."

They laughed and thought that they could be together five years ago. It's really fate to drag it to the present.

"So he's worrying about it and teasing us."

The two clinked glasses. It's no wonder that Li tingjue likes to tease them.

Li tingjue went to the bathroom and stood in front of the urinal to drain water. The man around him looked askew, then looked at his own, silently lowered his head, zipped up and left.

His unruly eyes turned slightly. He felt very bored about the comparison between men, but someone was too confident to think so.

Just as he was about to finish, another came in, his eyes still looking somewhere.

"Big brother, it seems much more than when I was a child."

Hearing the voice of the fierce night owl, Li Ting Jue frowned and zipped up. The moment his eyes met, he gave a bad smile.

"Your little toothpick is really out of hand."