Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

Ling Zimo looked at the tall and straight posture and sighed at the bottom of her heart.

They have all grown up, and now the cold is more and more manly. There is a mature smell all over the body, which really attracts women.

If she had known he would have a girlfriend so early, she would not have left him for five years.

She lowered her head slightly because she was not confident enough and thought he was too excellent, so she wanted to make herself more perfect so that she could approach him.

It was too late. She gathered all her emotions, straightened her back and followed Mo Qingyan into the elevator.

When they were looking up, she always pulled away first and dared not look at him.

She was afraid that she would never pull it out again.

The restaurant he ordered was not far from Li's. He drove them to the door of the private restaurant, and he stopped the car.

"Mom, you go first and I'll stop."

Mo Qingyan knew his son's habits, so he said to Ling Zimo.

"Tangtang, let's wait for him in the restaurant first."

Ling Zimo got off with Mo Qingyan. She couldn't help turning her head and looking at him, and he was just looking at her. Their eyes were so right.

She frowned slightly because he was surprised. She smiled at him before she got off the bus. The smile was as sweet as when she was a child.

Ling Zimo didn't expect that he would look at himself, so Wen Sheng said.

"You drive slowly."

Li Jinghan went into the restaurant and saw two people studying the menu from a distance. Mo Qing lit a few cigarettes, and then she twisted her eyebrows.

"Tangtang, what do you want to eat?"

Ling Zimo ordered a few, and Mo Qingyan was surprised.

"So you like it too? Han likes it too."

Ling Zimo gave the menu to the waiter. She said with a smile.

"I also know that he doesn't eat coriander and can't even smell it."

When she said this, her face was full of smiles, as if she were recalling the past.

Cold looked slightly pale and sat beside them. Ling Zimo poured him a cup of tea.

He took it, took a sip, and his eyes stayed on the water cup.

Mo Qingyan saw that he was still as quiet as ever, so he looked at him.

"Han'er, what's the matter with you and Chuxin? Show your kindness to others, you know?"

She used to think Han ER was very smart and could do everything best? Why in the face of feelings? He's a Muggle?

At this time, Han raised his eyes and saw his mother's earnest and sincere appearance.

"I know."

Then he stopped talking, as if the cold at this time was more dull than ever before.

Ling Zimo's eyes always stopped on his handsome face. She really wanted to tell him that Lin Chuxin didn't trust him. But she felt that if so, it would be a little divisive.

After all, Han likes Lin Chuxin so much that she can't speak ill of her.

She lowered her head and played with the cup in her hand, and stopped talking.

Mo Qingyan looked at the two people on the table and felt a little strange. In the past, Tangtang loved to talk and laugh, and han'er was not that kind of dull person. How can these two people become more and more as they grow older?

She had to start the conversation and ask her son.

"Chuxin said that there is someone in your heart? Does that person really exist? If so, follow your heart and don't deceive Chuxin. If not, explain it to Chuxin."

When Han heard this, his eyes fell on Ling Zimo, who had been playing with the cup, but for a moment, he opened his eyes.

"Mom, I'll deal with it myself. You don't have to worry."