The Buddhist Wife of the Cold-Hearted Educated Youth in the 1970s

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Chapter 58

Hearing that the child was not making noise, Pei Xingzhi caressed Meng Wanqiu's belly lovingly, his eyes were so soft that they could drip water. In five months, the child would be born.

His and Wanwan's child.

"I will go home later and go to the supply and marketing cooperative. Do you want anything?" Pei Xingzhi lifted the broken hair between Meng Wanqiu's temples and rubbed Meng Wanqiu's earlobes.

The ears have always been one of Meng Wanqiu's sensitive areas. The electric shock-like feeling made her shrink her neck. Pei Xingzhi's chuckle sounded above her head. Meng Wanqiu gave him a strange look and stuffed the last piece of peach into his mouth.

"I don't want anything. Just buy two skeins of wool. I've been knitting sweaters recently. I'm running out of them." Meng Wanqiu learned how to knit sweaters from Sister Gao. Last time, she saw Bai Fengyao wearing a sweater that had pilling on the edges, so she prepared to make him a new piece of clothing.

Pei Xingzhi's eyes were gentle. He held Meng Wanqiu's hand and kneaded it for a few times. "Wanwan, thank you."

Meng Wanqiu pulled her hand away unhappily and pressed the lunch box against his chest. "Why are you thanking me? Master takes care of us so much on weekdays. This is what I should do. Otherwise, I'd be an ungrateful person."

Bai Fengyao really treated Meng Wanqiu and Pei Xingzhi as his own children. Meng Wanqiu was pregnant, and she would secretly pay for the chef in the cafeteria to cook for her every week. Old hen soup, old duck soup, etc. were all basic operations.

Pei Xingzhi smiled as if admitting his mistake, and then grabbed Meng Wanqiu's white and tender hand and kissed it gently.

"Okay, hurry up and be careful on the road." Meng Wanqiu couldn't help but push him away.

Pei Xingzhi took a step back, touched Meng Wanqiu's belly, lowered his eyes and coaxed softly, "Be good, don't bother your mother."

"What are you doing? He hasn't been born yet, how can he understand this." Meng Wanqiu said that she was very disgusted with Pei Xingzhi's sudden childishness, but the smile in her eyes jumped up to her eyebrows.

Just as Meng Wanqiu finished speaking, her stomach, which had been quiet all this time, suddenly kicked her. Meng Wanqiu's eyes widened instantly, "He, he moved, could it be that he has become a spirit?"

As soon as Meng Wanqiu finished speaking, the little guy's stomach moved more and more violently, as if he was refuting his mother's words.

Hahaha--

Pei Xingzhi's deep eyes had become crescent-shaped at this time, and his thin and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he had drawn eyeliner, which was very beautiful.

Feeling the intense movements of the little guy under his hand, Pei Xingzhi was worried that Meng Wanqiu would feel uncomfortable, so he cleared his throat and coaxed the little guy in his belly, "Okay, Mommy said something wrong, stop making a fuss, Mommy will feel uncomfortable."

After a while, the little guy in his belly really calmed down.

Pei Xingzhi raised his eyes and found that Meng Wanqiu was pouting, and realized that this was the big baby starting to get angry.

Pei Xingzhi leaned close to her ear and whispered in a skillful way, "Look, you can hang oil pots on your mouth. You are a mother, but you are like a child."

Meng Wanqiu pushed Pei Xingzhi and accused him, "You stood on his side and said I was wrong."

Look at how wronged she was, her voice softened, like a kitten.