Mo Shu swayed proudly in his arms, "Go ahead and throw me out, I still have another one in my stomach."
Yu Siqiao looked at her arrogant demeanor, "..."
Suddenly, he felt like he had no deterrent effect at all.
He couldn't help but place his hand on her abdomen and asked, "When can this little guy be born?"
Mo Shu, suddenly touched on her belly, felt ticklish and couldn't help but laugh as she pushed his hand away, saying, "It's just been over a month, keep dreaming."
Besides, even though the plot has changed quite a bit, many things still seem inevitable.
It's not even certain whether this child can survive.
Mo Shu's eyes dimmed slightly, but Yu Siqiao quickly leaned in again with his big head and said, "My mom has arranged a check-up for you, heard that from the 50th day the baby will have a heartbeat, she asked me to take you to see it."
Mo Shu pushed his head away and stood up, "What's there to see? What's yours is yours."
