Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

She changed her clothes and found that he had not come back. She knew that he might have gone to find Yan Yu.

So he sat on the sofa, playing with his mobile phone and waiting for him.

Li tingjue and Yan Yu were smoking in the smoking room. Li tingjue leaned against the window, put his smoking hand to his lips and frowned.

Yan Yu also takes a cigarette. He usually doesn't smoke, but recently he has fallen in love with smoking. It seems that smoking a cigarette can reduce people's troubles a lot.

"Jue, you have a good time with Xiaoyan, but you must come back here in 28 days."

Li tingjue narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I know. In fact, I don't want to die."

So even if he doesn't remind him again and again, he will hurry back.

As long as there is hope, he will try. He wants to be with her and her children for a long time.

"My grandpa is not in good health. You usually go to see him and remind him what he should pay attention to?"

The old man is sometimes stubborn and won't let him drink. He will drink a little occasionally, so Li tingjue is still worried.

Yan Yu twisted out the smoke. "Don't worry. I'll take care of your family for you."

Li tingjue's cigarette also burned out. She twisted out the cigarette end, then raised her slender and clean fingers and tucked in her tie. A bad pen appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"You work. Let's go first."

With that, he walked out of the smoking room with long straight legs.

Mo Qingyan saw him return to the ward, sat on the sofa, stood up and looked at the suitcase on one side.

"Jue, where are we going?"

"Travel."

Li tingjue said lightly, then took her around her waist and took her out.

They went inside, picked up their suitcases and followed them.

Mo Qingyan stared at his angular side face with big eyes, "Jue, shouldn't you stay in the hospital for treatment at this time? Can you travel?"

She's worried, or she'd better not travel.

Li tingjue pressed her head into his arms and smiled faintly.

"I'm almost fine. It's no use living in the hospital. I want to show you around. It's just the two of us."

Mo Qingyan closes his eyes. Is he really well? How can I feel like I have to live and die.

Otherwise, how could he want two people to travel in such a hurry?

He knew that the girl was worried and would not believe it.

"Xiaoyan, I said, I won't hide anything from you. I'm afraid I won't have time to accompany you in the future, so we cherish our time together."

These words were sad in both their ears, but Mo Qingyan knew what he was thinking?

"Well, we'll have a good vacation. When we come back, Yan Yu will have a way."

She was comforting him and herself.

I don't know what will happen? She dared not think.

So she stretched out her hand around his waist, buried her face in his arms, and her eyes were wet with tears.

On this trip, Li Ting never took anyone, just him and Mo Qingyan. They are like ordinary lovers, flying to a beautiful and romantic place.

He wanted to do with her what other men would do with his wife. He didn't want her to have any regrets in this life.

And he can also carry these memories. Even if he dies, he is satisfied.

In the next life, they must be together and never separate again.

On the plane, Mo Qingyan leaned against his shoulder, his hair spread out, and his big eyes were shining brightly.

"Husband, when we get back to Lincheng, we'll get the card."