"You bastard, can you talk?"

"Are you ugly? Are you ugly?"

"You all look bad~"

Qiu Mucheng yelled at Ye Fan angrily.

There was a bit of sullenness on the tearful pretty face, and the pear blossom's stunning face with rain was quite unique.

Seeing this, the smile on Ye Fan's face undoubtedly grew stronger.

He laughed and continued to tease Qiu Mucheng: "Well, my wife is the most beautiful, even when she is crying, she is charming."

"With such a stunning face, it would be a pity not to have a child to pass on the beauty."

"Mucheng, it's better to hit the sun than choose the day, I think it's now."

"The two of us seize the time to create individuals and contribute to the inheritance and reproduction of human beings."

Ye Fan said shamelessly, as if he had completely forgotten that his mother was right outside the door.

"I made you a big-headed ghost!"

"You shameless bastard, go to hell~"

After all, Qiu Mucheng was still thin-skinned.

Hearing Ye Fan's brazen words, she was immediately ashamed, and her pretty face flushed red.

Qiong's nose was distorted by this bastard.

Is it better to hit the sun than choose the day?

Do you want to create a human right now?

This bastard, doesn't he know that this is a hospital?

Don't you know that his mother was listening at the door?

No shame at all.

In shame and anger, Qiu Mucheng picked up the pillow on the bed and threw it at Ye Fan.

Thinking about it, for a long time, although Qiu Mucheng had many suitors, she was always alone.

Even if he married Ye Fan for three years, he never let Ye Fan touch her at all.

Until recently, Qiu Mucheng gradually accepted Ye Fan.

But even so, for Qiu Mucheng, the most intimate behavior between her and Ye Fan is just kissing.

As for having a child, for Qiu Mucheng, who has always been conservative, it is undoubtedly ashamed to talk about it, and it is even unimaginable.

After all, if she wants to get pregnant, it means that she and Ye Fan must have...

Thinking of this, Qiu Mucheng was ashamed to think about it.

The pretty face was as red as a ripe peach, as if it would drip with the slightest touch. There are ten thousand deer bumping in my heart. JrNovels.com