Chapter 1279 If You Are Bored, You Can Look at Me, Touch Me, or Sleep with Me (1)

Maupassant wanted to feed Huang Ling, but Huang Ling told him that the doctor told her to move more and not stay in bed all the time, so he had to let her get up and sit at the table to eat.

For the sake of nutrition, Maupassant also fried three vegetables and one meat. The meat or fish fillets were fried with mushrooms.

This was Huang Ling's first time to eat fried mushrooms with fish, and it tasted very good.

"After we're full, let's go for a walk downstairs, okay?" Huang Ling asked.

The weather is good today, the wind is sunny and sunny. Maupassant nodded: "Okay."

He picked up vegetables for Huang Ling, his eyes as tender as water: "Eat more vegetables, even if you can't eat them, you have to eat them. For the sake of the baby, I can only wrong you."

Maybe it was because of her mood. Now that she was with Maupassant, Huang Ling felt like she had a good appetite.

But brushing your teeth in the morning still makes you feel nauseous. Liu Fengfeng said that this condition will gradually disappear in some people after four months, and some people will continue to vomit until they are born.

Huang Ling curled her lips and said, "I think it's really hard for women. Giving birth is almost a lifelong process. It's hard to conceive, painful to give birth to, and tiring to raise. Men can do it the moment they ejaculate."

"Before ejaculation, men are also tired, while women just lie down and enjoy." Maupassant said seriously.

"You're tired and you want to do this again?"

"Physiological needs, what can I do?"

"Men always have many reasons." Huang Ling looked at Maupassant: "Momo, how do you feel about becoming a father?"

"I hope it's a daughter." Maupassant looked at Huang Ling tenderly.

"That's how you feel?" Huang Ling raised her eyebrows.

"I have to work harder to make my daughter a wealthy daughter," Maupassant said.

"Then I can become the wife of a wealthy family." Huang Ling said with a smile.

"Don't just talk, eat more vegetables to be real."

Huang Ling smiled sweetly: "Momo's cooking is delicious."

Maupassant looked at her dotingly: "I will cook for you whenever I have time."

"Well, keep doing it until we grow old together."

Maupassant curled his lips seductively: "Yes, keep doing it until we grow old together. I believe that by then, I will still have good physical strength."

"Tsk..." Huang Ling shook her head. This guy was thinking of evil again.

Huang Ling ate a full bowl of porridge, a lot of vegetables, a few fish fillets, and about the same amount of mushrooms. Her stomach was filled to the brim and she was very satisfied!

She sat lazily leaning against the back of her chair, looking at Maupassant who was still eating with fascination.

Maupassant's eating movements were very elegant, and his movements were full of aristocratic air.

Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder, this man looks better and more attractive the more he looks at him.

Huang Ling asked: "Momo, when should we apply for a marriage certificate?"

Maupassant looked at her with a slight smile: "Are you can't wait to marry me?"

"Yes, I can't wait. Aren't you eager to marry me?"

"No, I know you are determined to have me for the rest of your life. Whether I marry you or not, you are determined to follow me."

"It sounds like I have no dignity at all. Do you believe I can run with the ball?"

"You dare?" Maupassant smiled slightly, but there was a hint of danger in his eyes and tone.

"Whether I dare or not depends on your performance." Huang Ling gently touched her belly, "I'm so full."

Maupassant glanced at her belly, his eyes gentle, his child...

Maupassant thought of his father, Mo Jingkai, and his face darkened slightly.

He raised his eyes and looked at Huang Ling, "Huang Ling, actually what Daddy wanted to say to you that night was not to ask you to leave me."