A Good Pregnant Life (BL)

A Good Pregnant Life Chapter 67

"Oh! Watch! Dad, I was wrong! Aoaoao...Daddy help me!"

　　

　　Wowo was carried in the air, dancing wildly, with a bun face bulging, looking pitifully at Xu Cinian, blinking and blinking his big eyes, trying to buy his dad with a cute offensive.

　　It's a pity that Xu Ci has learned Wowo's act of acting like a baby, and he also understands that Qu Cheng is absolutely reluctant to beat him, so he stays unmoved at this moment and waved to him with a smile, "Be good, don't cry when you come back."

　　

　　"Woo..."

　　Wowo let out a cry, and was taken away by Qu Cheng in full view. The people in the restaurant were all smiling from ear to ear. This little baby is a real treasure.

　　

　　Xu Cinian smiled and shook his head, took out a paper towel and wiped the ketchup on his face, but there was no mirror in front of him. He wiped it for a while and still felt sticky, so he turned his head to the glass and carefully looked for the redness on his face. mark.

　　

　　At this time, a car with the emblem of the Xu family passed by the gate of Hao Ting. Xu Xinnian made another call to Qucheng, but no one answered.

　　

　　"Okay, I'll go up again, you are here waiting for me."

　　He waved his hand impatiently, rubbed his crying red eyes and pushed open the car door, subconsciously raising his head just to look at Xu Cinian's face, blood dripping...

　　

　　"what----!!!"

　　

　　He screamed like crazy, scared the driver to turn around quickly, "Master, what's wrong with you Master!"

　　

　　Xu Xinnian fell into the back seat of the car, covering his head with both hands, shaking his whole body with fright.

　　No...impossible, he is obviously dead, why is he here! ?

　　

　　"Master, what's wrong with you! Don't scare me."

　　The driver reached out to help him up, but was pushed away by Xu Xinnian, screaming and covering his ears, "He...he's back! He's back!"

☆, 34

　　The lights came on, and night fell.

　　When Xu Cinian walked out of the bathroom, Qu Cheng was still looking at the documents at his desk, lying on the sofa next to him, covered with a woolen jacket from Qu Cheng, and he was sleeping soundly. There was also a big snot bubble in the nose.

　　

　　The office was silent, except for the sound of Qu Cheng brushing and writing. There was a lamp on the table, and the bright white light hit his stiff face, outlining the thick facial features and half-dangling eyes.

　　Because of the ketchup, he only wore a shirt, his cuffs were rolled up, revealing a strong and powerful forearm, his muscles tightened slightly with the writing motion, and he seemed particularly focused.

　　

　　It is said that the man who is serious is the most handsome. This is true. Xu Cinian stared at him for a long time. When he recovered, he found out what he had done and couldn't help but walk out with a soft cough.

　　

　　"It's finished?" Qu Cheng raised his head when he heard the movement, his mouth smiled, "Are you still used to wearing clothes?"

　　

　　"Uh...it's good. Fortunately, you have extra clothes in your office." Xu Cinian grabbed his wet head and looked down at his large shirt.

　　Both of them were topped with tomato sauce before, and they were so embarrassed that they would stay in the restaurant again, so they had to take a shower in the bathroom in Qucheng's office and put on his old clothes.

　　Who would have thought that the two of them were similar in size, but they were very different in body shape. He wore Qu Cheng clothes like a bucket, and filled the wind as soon as he walked. It was chilly and insecure.

　　

　　Qu Cheng smirked, "Do you think it's a bit big? Do you want me to ask Ah Si to buy some clothes of your size to send over?"

　　

　　"No, that's good. I think it's a bit short." Xu Cinian looked up at him, straightened his back and propped up his shirt, "It's getting late, I have to take Wowo home, you change Give me the clothes that came down, and I will wash them for you before sending them back."

　　

　　"What are you in a hurry? Go out without having your hair dry. Do you want to catch a cold or something?" Qu Cheng walked behind him with a dry towel, gently wiped his hair, chest pressed against the back of his neck, looking from a distance It was like holding Xu Cinian in his arms.