Qiao Chengxun knelt halfway down in front of her, and the girl tacitly jumped onto his back, her small hands tightly clasping his neck, her nose nuzzling against his neck.
The scent of the man carried a unique charm, fragrant, somewhat like the smell of flowers.
"Chengxun, you smell so good, I want to eat you up."
"You have to wait until after you give birth to the baby to eat me."
"Why?"
"If you eat me now, the baby will be upset."
Wen Meimei thought about the baby being unhappy in her belly, surely feeling pitiful, so she compromised.
"Then I won't eat you, I don't want the baby to be upset."
"Good girl."
Qiao Chengxun comforted his girl, and his heart felt less heavy.
No matter what happens after this child is born, he would protect his wife and child with all his wealth.
After going downstairs, Qiao Chengxun pressed the girl onto the sofa, "Meimei, sit here, I'm going to find you a mango, don't wander around, wait for me to come back."
