Chapter 687: Obviously looking for 揍!

Although Mr. Jiang is old, he is a little confused now, but sometimes he is the same as Jiangbei Han!
After listening to Song Wenxin's words, Jiang Beihan couldn't help falling into thought.
A daughter like him?
Thinking about it that way did make him a little uncomfortable.
He hopes that his daughter will look like her so that he can be flattering!
After a while, he looked up at her unhappyly, and asked with a little anger.
"Is facial paralysis?"
She just said that he had facial paralysis?
Is he facial paralysis? !!
"Eh ... that, that's not the point!" Song Wen gave a sigh of relief, then quickly waved his hands to change the subject.
Although Jiang Beihan couldn't talk about facial paralysis, every time when he was not emotional, his face did not have any expression ...
And, always cold ... it feels hard to approach.
"It's not clear today, I will pack you up fiercely!" Jiang Beihan looked at her angrily for a while!
This woman said that he was facial paralysis!
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Clean her up fiercely ...
Hearing this sentence, Song Wen felt a little embarrassed.
After a while, she raised her head and looked at him with wide eyes, trying to explain.
"I was just speaking wrong ..."
"..." Jiang Beihan pursed his lips tightly and didn't speak, but his handsome face looked like it was written, Are you stupid? These words!
"I'm a pregnant woman. You can't be too rough on me
violent!" Song Wen paused for a moment, then reached out and pointed at his lower abdomen.
He wouldn't really plan to pack her up!
She is pregnant now!
"I'll be gentle!" Wen Yan said, Jiang Beihan ticked his lips, and then continued.
tender……
Um, Song Wenxin froze for a moment, don't look ashamed, completely speechless.
Knowing that she shouldn't have started this conversation!
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In the evening, Song Wenxin took a shower, changed his loose pajamas, leaned on the bedside, and looked at the news while holding his mobile phone.
The bathroom door was opened, and there was a sound of footsteps. The footsteps slowly approached. When Song Wenxin was going to turn his head to look at Jiang Beihan, he leaned over directly, raised his hand, and seized the mobile phone in her hand. Over!
"You can't play with your phone at night!" He threw the phone away, tossed it aside, and said to her seriously!
This is not good for their daughter, nor for her eyes.
"I'll play for a while ..." Song Wenxin looked at him innocently!
She did n’t hold her cell phone all the time, and the doctor also said that it would be okay to play for a while.
"No!" Jiang Beihan frowned and said unselfishly.
There is no room for negotiation!
Looking at his selfless appearance, Song Wenxin was helpless.
"But I haven't finished the article just now ..." She slipped her lips and tried to reach for her mobile phone, but Jiang Beihan easily grabbed her hand, followed closely, and held her Full of arms!
"It's not early now, we should rest!" Jiang Beihan glanced at the mobile phone left on the bedside table, then suddenly looked at her seriously and said!
It's getting late, um, this is the business!
"Eh ..." Song Wen paused, then narrowed his neck subconsciously, then nodded blushingly.
Seeing this, Jiang Beihan's happy hooked lips raised her hand and stroked her cheek, and then bowed her head to kiss her.