Zhan Moxiao looked up and glanced at Luo Sen in front of the helicopter, sighed with a bitter expression, "Wife, how long will this special period last? Aren't we supposed to have a second child? When can we have one?"
Ou Lan awkwardly scratched his forehead, "Don't be stingy, it's not suitable to have a second child now. Eldest brother's treatment is the priority, and fighting for the right of succession is very important too. Once these things are sorted out..."
As he spoke, Ou Lan seemed to be both coquettish and comforting, tiptoeing to kiss Zhan Moxiao's chin, "Once these two things are settled, I'll have only one mission left, which is to give my husband lots of children. Then I'll be with you all the time, just be patient for a while."
The promise of the little wife was so beautiful that Zhan Moxiao couldn't help but smile, indulgently pinching her little cheek, "Alright, I'm looking forward to it, darling."
