Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

Liang MuQing was slightly surprised, "is it too urgent?"

In fact, for Yu Nangong Ao, time is not a problem. He has money and the money is in place. Naturally, someone will fix the engagement banquet for him.

"No, you just tell me what you like and I'll do everything."

Liang MuQing knows that he is serious about everything and will do his best. She won't worry blindly.

"Well, actually I can."

She really didn't think about what she wanted. But she thinks Nangong Ao should know her very well. He will know.

They walked around the flower field. Liang MuQing thought of the flower field of Nangong's family.

"I think our two families are quite similar. There are flower fields in Nangong's old house and the Wei family."

Nangong Ao watched the servants in the flower field take care of it in good order. He seemed to be better managed than Nangong family. Some pictures of the past flashed through his mind.

At that time, the servant liked to swing at the flower field. He could find her every time, and she went there whether she was happy or unhappy.

She was not so happy at that time! Looks lonely.

As long as he has time, he will let her follow him, just don't want to see her alone.

Nangong Ao nodded his head lightly. He looked at the sun at this time. It was very strong.

"Servant, let's go home!"

I was afraid that she would suffer from heatstroke in the sun, so I filled enough calcium and let her go back.

Liang MuQing thinks that the sun is a little big at this time, but the wind is also very strong. It is not hot and cool.

"Let's go again!"

It's rare that he is so leisurely. She will feel better if he walks more.

She doesn't like to stay at home. She prefers to be outdoors.

Nangong Ao saw a pavilion beside the flower field, so he took her there.

Liang MuQing sat down and raised her hand to wipe her sweat.

She turned her eyes to Nangong Ao. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. The wind blew his white shirt, which was the feeling of a young man in white.

Liang MuQing took out her handkerchief and wiped sweat on his forehead. "Are you hot, too?"

He usually works in an air-conditioned room or in the car. He should spend little time in the sun like this.

Nangong Ao let her wipe her sweat, and her eyes kept staring at her little face.

She smiled sweetly, with a strong warmth in her eyes.

"You were here."

Nangong Xuan's voice rang in his ear, and Nangong Ao's eyes swept him coolly.

"Xiao Xuan, are you very busy?"

He came to propose marriage. What did he come to do?

Nangong Xuan looked at the woman with a pink flower pinned to her ear, as if she were like this, becoming more and more immortal.

His eyes were quietly looked at by someone, so he took her in his arms like a declaration of sovereignty.

Liang MuQing pushed him and said angrily, "wipe your sweat, don't make trouble."

Nangong Xuan could only turn his eyes when he saw the two loved ones.

"My parents and I are here to help you."

He said faintly that he didn't want to come, but it was difficult to see the girl again in the future, so he left all his business.

Nangong Ao said coldly, "thank you very much!"

In fact, what he hoped in his heart was, "you'd better not appear."

Nangong Xuan sat on the stone chair and looked into the distance.

"Sister-in-law, we used to get married in this flower field. Do you remember?"

He's talking about childhood, very young. He doesn't even remember. He listened to his parents on the way.