Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

Old man Li looked at his old lady Li Cai. He couldn't imagine how sad she would be if he left. The girl has been sentimental since she was young.

If he left and left her, she would have been crying.

It hurts to think about him. He decided not to drink in the future. He should be healthy and stay with her all the time.

Master Li's eyes became more and more affectionate. He felt more and more in the face of life and death. When you are old, you are more and more uncertain about death.

Because death is getting closer and closer to them, he just wants to spend more years with her around him.

Angela is led by Li tingjue and Mo Qingyan. Ice and sunshine walk behind old Mrs. Li.

Looking at the two figures in front of them, they had a little more worry. They hoped that grandpa and grandma would live a long life.

Entering master Mo's mourning hall, Mo Zhijian and Bai manqin stood at the door to meet the guests, bowed to master Li and saw Mo Qingyan when they got up.

Bai manqin's eyes were cold. "Mo Qingyan, what are you doing here? The old man was so angry with you."

Her voice was loud and attracted the attention of many people. In the mourning hall, there were people in and out looking here.

Angela screwed up her delicate eyebrows. "Don't talk nonsense. Grandpa loves little smoke the most. He likes us the most!"

Before Mr. Mo's death, two small steamed stuffed buns often took their sisters to see him. They got along well with Mr. mo. every time they could make Mr. Mo very happy and eat more.

Bai manqin sneered at Angela's words.

"Don't cry so affectionate, Grandpa. Let me tell you, your mother is not Mo's child at all."

Finally, the voice of this sentence became louder and louder, and the relatives who came to send Mr. Mo to talk about it one after another.

Mo Qingyan endured her for a long time. Unexpectedly, she went too far and handed Angela to two small steamed stuffed buns.

"You two watch your sister."

Mo Qingyan was about to speak, but Li tingjue took the lead.

"We're here to send grandpa off. You'd better shut up, or I'll never do anything. I won't consider the consequences."

His eyes were dim, and he glanced at Bai manqin with a knife wind. Bai manqin trembled slightly.

Mo Zhijian also said, "what are you arguing about now? Wait until your father is settled down. He doesn't want to hear it."

Bai manqin looks at her husband. She can only shut up. She loves Mo Zhijian very much. Even if Xiaoxue does a lot of things sorry for him this time, she will still be with him in the future.

It's just that the Mo family and the Mo family have become light snow. There's nothing wrong with it. They are still a family and can be together well.

Mo Qingyan and Li tingjue enter the mourning hall and present flowers to Mo Laozi. Mo Qingyan kneels in front of his picture and cries in a low voice.

"Grandpa... Grandpa, Xiaoyan can't bear you."

Thinking of the kindness that Mr. Mo treated her in the past, in the past few years at Mo's house, he was really taking care of her. Unfortunately, she didn't do her filial duty, so he left.

Angela and two small steamed stuffed buns also presented flowers to him. Angela saw her great grandfather in the picture, and her big eyes were filled with tears.

The ice and the sun also red eyes, and the ice hugged Angela.

"Meimei, Grandpa will look at us in heaven, where he won't get sick again."