Chapter 909 Damn It!

This is a new life.

It was the little life of his most beloved woman!

Maybe he could try to accept it in a different way?

damn it!

He compromised!

He compromised again!

When meeting her, no matter what the principles and dignity are, they are all gone, only the words of endless compromise.

Jimo Ya was a little impatient, he turned his head away, not wanting to look at the illusion, "Do you really want to give birth to it?"

His tone was harsh.

Huan Qingyan wiped his nose and tears with his white sleeves, "Well, give birth...you must give birth...if you don't let me give birth, I will hate you for the rest of my life."

Jimo Ya picked her up from the ground, "Then you are not allowed to run away from now on, if you run, you will kill it."

Added a sentence, "Born and then killed!"

In order to avoid one corpse and two lives, it seems that I want to kill it now, but I can’t do it. It’s already so big, it looks like it’s been five or six months...

Huan Qingyan thought that she had auditory hallucinations, what does Jimo Ya mean? Did he agree?

He agreed to her having a baby?

He really agreed with her to have a baby?

Weeping with joy, crying and laughing, he hugged Jimo Ya's neck and wiped his snot and tears all over his body, "Well, don't run away, never run away, woo woo woo, husband, you are the best husband in the world, I He and the baby will always love you. Woohoo, baby, your father finally doesn't dislike you, stop moving around, it hurts me to death..."

It's miraculous to say, after Huan Qingyan's words, Jimo Ya felt that Huan Qingyan's stomach gradually quieted down.

The fetus inside did not move around excitedly anymore.

He even pushed against Jimo Ya's palm, looking extremely intimate.

Jimo Ya was filled with a wonderful feeling.

He is twenty-six this year, and he is a very young person in the cultivation world, but for ordinary people in the secular world, he is already a child's father.

If it's his kid, fine.

pity……

Jimo Ya's expression turned cold again, "Crying and laughing at the same time, it's so ugly."

Huan Qingyan raised her head, smacked, and kissed his face, the unknown sticky and wet liquid covered his face.

"You don't care if I'm ugly or not, as long as my husband is handsome..."

For the first time in days, Jimo Ya smiled.

"Continue to flatter, see if I will spare you, and even throw away all the tokens of love I gave you, want to run!"

"Don't run, give Feng Yuling back to me. It's mine!" Huan Qingyan wanted to snatch Feng Yuling back from Jimo Ya's sleeve robe, but failed.

"Throw it away if you want, and return it if you want?" Jimo Ya raised his eyebrows.

Huan Qingyan was playing a rogue, straightly propped up his upper body, and went to grab her. Jimo Ya was holding her alone, with the other hand holding up the Phoenix Yuling, preventing her from getting it.

Huan's face fluttered, but he missed.

He covered his stomach again, "It hurts, my husband, am I about to give birth? Did I slip up to my waist? Did the baby twist up? Ah, I'm about to die. It's a terrible disease..."

Jimo Ya squinted his eyes, and looked at her coolly with such leisure.

Huan Qingyan snatched Feng Yuling without any pressure and put it in the storage ring.

The whole person is also refreshed, there is no stomach pain, no discomfort in the body, and no feeling that he is about to die.

Smiling through tears, he tugged on Jimo Ya's sleeve, "Husband..."

Jimo Ya still maintained that posture, that look, looking at her brazenly.