Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

When they arrived at Li's house, Li tingjue took her to the main building and Mo Qingyan pinched him.

"We'd better not be so close."

After all, the old man didn't agree. They would only make him more angry. She thought it must be a good thing that the old man wanted to see them today. So she didn't want to upset him.

Li tingzi held her tighter, "I don't care what others think? You must be in my arms."

Mo Qingyan looked at his raised head, his jaw tightened, and his handsome side face showed firmness. She couldn't help smiling. She didn't care. He could do whatever he wanted.

Just entering the hall, the servants were cleaning and saw the two people coming in, saluting respectfully.

"Young master, Miss Mo, good!"

He just glanced slightly, then released her, took her hand and walked upstairs.

He is tall and has long legs. He is heroic. Mo Qingyan is tall and wears a white skirt, which flutters gently with her. The servants were amazed at where they passed.

Whispered, "young master and Miss Mo are a good match."

"Talented women!"

On the second floor, Li tingjue opened the study door and led him into the huge study. There were rows of bookshelves full of books. There was a mahogany desk near the window, and the old man sat there.

Seeing the two people coming in, he raised his head, and a faint smile flashed on Ziwei's face. Just when I saw the two people holding hands tightly, the smile quietly disappeared.

"What can I do for you, old man?"

Master Li didn't expect that they would come together. He understood that they should be together last night, so he turned his eyes to the fierce night owl.

"The owl has something to do with you. Let's talk together."

It's an understatement, but the old man can feel what's going to happen next. With his understanding of jue'er, he will not believe it.

Even he couldn't believe it, but when he saw the DNA report, he wavered. And the owl will not carry the black pot casually. No man will carry this kind of black pot.

At the thought of three children, if they are the seed of the Li family, the old man is very happy. After all, such a smart child can stay with him and inherit his family when he grows up.

Mo Qingyan's face turned white when she saw the fierce night owl. She knew why the old man came to her?

She loosened Li tingjue's hand and was a little flustered, "I have something else to do. I'll go first."

Then he turned and was about to leave. His steps were very chaotic. Li Ting Jue twisted his eyebrows and felt something wrong with her. He turned and gently called her.

"Little smoke..."

The voice was very nice and echoed in Nuo Da's study.

Mo Qingyan's heart seemed to be swept by a feather. It itched so hard that she couldn't help stopping. Turn your back to him and lift your lips.

"Absolutely, I can't accept it, so I want to go, I want to leave."

The voice is very dumb, with a vibrato.

"Miss Mo, anyway, the three children are the blood of the Li family. It's the best result to let them recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors."

Master Li spoke, his voice steady and sonorous.

Li tingzi turned his head and looked at old man Li, "old man, what do you mean?"

The fierce night owl stood up and walked towards Mo Qingyan step by step. A faint smile hung at the corners of his mouth, "because the three children are mine. I spent the night with Xiaoyan five years ago."