Zhan hanjue saw her and carried her back directly. Then from the wardrobe to find out the long sleeve trousers of home clothes, give her change.

Zheng Ling, like a porcelain doll, is at his disposal.

After getting dressed, Zhan hanjue came downstairs with Zheng Ling in his arms. Zheng Ling was very shy: "brother Jue, I can walk."

"Don't move, I'll hold you," he said

Zheng Ling then hangs on his neck and enjoys the preferential treatment of pregnancy with peace of mind.

Zhan hanjue put her on the sofa, Zheng Ling suddenly smacked his mouth and said, "I want to eat cherry."

"Buy it," said Zhan hanjue

"And loquat."

"All of them."

"Sour plum is OK..."

Zhan hanjue looked at Zhengling suspiciously: "you like sour plum, don't you?"

Zheng Ling nodded: "it seems to be."

Zhan hanjue ordered many sour fruits in the mall.

The next day, when it was delivered to Aiyue castle, the living room was filled with all kinds of acidic fruits.

Zheng Ling saw these fruits, and he was so stupid.

"Are you feeding pigs? How can I eat so much fruit? It's going to break. "

Zhan hanjue touched Zheng Ling's stomach and said, "you are not a pig, but there is a golden pig in it."

Zheng Ling giggled.

Zhan hanjue washed a lot of fruit for Zhengling, put the fruit platter in front of Zhengling, and Zhengling would lie on the sofa eating fruit leisurely.

"Don't you go to work, brother Jue?" Zheng Ling saw that the time had already arrived at noon, and Zhan hanjue didn't mean to leave, so he asked curiously.

"Do you want brother Jue to go to work?" Zhan hanjue asked her.

Zheng Ling shook his head like a rattle and said with a smile, "I want you to retire and accompany me every day. But I can't interfere with your life so selfishly. Brother Jue, if you want to go to work, don't worry about me. "

He came up to her and sat down next to her.

"I handed over the work to Guan Xiao. During this time, I just want to be with you. " With that, Zhan hanjue bites off the fruit in Zheng Ling's hand.

"Feed me."

Zheng Ling began to serve Zhan hanjue wholeheartedly.

"Is it delicious?" Zheng Ling asked.

Seeing that Zhan hanjue's brows were tightened, Zheng Ling could not help laughing.

Zhan hanjue forced himself to swallow a mouthful of sour jujube, and then his sour face was deformed.

"Why so sour?" Zhan hanjue exclaimed.

Zheng Ling said: "I think it's ok?"

"Don't sour your teeth," he said

Zheng Ling laughs crisply.

After the joke, Zheng Ling stares at Zhan hanjue seriously, puts his hand on his stomach and asks, "brother Jue, do you like son or daughter?"

Zhan hanjue thought about it seriously, and his eyes fell on Zhengling's beautiful face which was not aggressive. Zhan hanjue's low eyes aroused a trace of longing and yearning.

"Zheng Ling, can you say that?" He has ideas in his heart, but he is an adult. Of course, he knows that there is always a gap between reality and ideal.

Zheng Ling said with a smile, "I want to know."