Daddy, Delivery of Mommy Has Arrived!

An Ziqi was speechless, why did everyone mention Xiao Moli with a terrible look?

Think about it carefully, in fact, that guy is quite simple. Both happy and unhappy are directly on his face, much better than the MMP with a smile on his face.

Of course, she didn't know at all, Xiao Moli's happiness and dissatisfaction were just in front of her.

In the eyes of other people, he will always be the most unfathomable one, and no one can guess what he is thinking.

Listening to the lively voices of the two people nearby, Huang Ying couldn't help but smile.

She still remembers that when she came here with Chen Jun for the first time, she was also a group of them. At that time, she thought that the person Chen Jun liked was Jiang Wanting.

Unexpectedly, coming here again, their children are already this old.

I accidentally stepped on the air, and my body tilted to the side.

An Ziqi and Jiayin, who were still chatting lively just now, hurriedly rushed towards Huang Ying from left and right at the same time.

As a result, Huang Ying's body was stabilized by the two of them, but the two of them "dumped" and the two heads collided together.

Then they bounced away with each other's strength, and fell to the ground with a puff.

Fortunately, the ground is soft and sandy, and it doesn't hurt.

The two looked at each other's embarrassed look at each other, rubbing their heads and laughing.

When the three little women returned to the house, Yun Tian and Xia Xing had already rushed over.

An Ziqi took Huang Ying to the sofa to sit down and greeted Xia Xing, and hurriedly ran to the kitchen to see the results of the two.

Looking at the pot of noodles in front of Chen Jun, and the pot of black noodles in front of Xiao Moli, I couldn't tell what it was. I couldn't help but raise my hand to cover his face, and I couldn't bear to look directly.

She couldn't help but silently reflect on whether she had taken care of Xiao Moli so well that he could not even make noodles.

If the uncle was at home alone, he would call someone to help him even if the oil bottle fell over.

In order to avoid that a large group of them could only eat noodles at such an important reunion moment, An Ziqi had to drive the two big men out of the kitchen and cook the food by herself.

Vegetables and meat were prepared in advance, An Ziqi picked out a few from the refrigerator and handled them skillfully.

Two arms came up from behind her silently, and a soft kiss fell behind her ear.

An Ziqi smiled and avoided, "You have enough, get out."

"Not enough, not enough for a lifetime."

Xiao Moli hugged the person and didn't let go, but when he tilted his head, he saw a slight redness and swelling on An Ziqi's forehead, and instantly frowned.

With both hands, he immediately turned the person around to face her, raised her hand and gently touched her forehead, twisted her eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter?"

An Ziqi was helpless, seeing his brows frown, as if something big had happened, and reluctantly talked about what happened to him and Jiayin just now.

"Well, it doesn't hurt at all. Don't make a fuss about it. Get out quickly. I'll be fine soon.

Xiao Moli poked her fingers on her forehead slightly hard.

An Ziqi hissed, and hurriedly raised his hand to pat his hand, wailing dissatisfied, "You want to murder your wife."

Xiao Moli spoke out of anger, "Isn't it painful?"

Damn, since she just went out to now, but in just half an hour away from him, this stupid woman could hurt herself.