Chapter 1207

Mainly, it's too boring. There's no way to have a baby here, and there's no response at all. Before, there was uterine contraction, but now there's no response at all.

Gu yuehuan can feel that he is not born recently, so he is helpless.

Huo Qingyue was very happy when he heard that someone next door had a daughter. After all, he was also going to have a daughter, so he went to have a look first and adjusted to what it was like to have a daughter in advance.

He saw that the girl next door was addicted, and he kept working next door, which scared the father next door. He thought he was a trafficker and wanted to rob the children. Otherwise, how could anyone have a wife who was going to have a baby and always looked next to him.

Gu yuehuan saw Huo Qingyue coming back from next door today. He just came back from watching other people's children. He looked calm. He didn't know that he thought his wife had given birth, and his wife might not be so happy to have children.

So Gu yuehuan laughed angrily and asked him, "you're so happy. You haven't unloaded this in your stomach yet. Just run next door to see someone else's children. If you really like someone else's children, I won't have children."

The more Huo Qing heard this, he knew that Gu yuehuan was angry, and immediately went to explain, "no, how can I not like my own family? It must be that my own family is more fragrant. I just saw a daughter next door, and I felt very fresh. It was the first time I saw such a small child, or a girl, and I couldn't help looking at it."

But don't mention him. Even the Huo family like their daughters. I don't know whether it's because the Huo family didn't have many daughters. Both of them are sons. Zhao Yun felt that she wanted to have a daughter herself, but after she gave birth to Huo Qingyue at the beginning, her body had problems and it was difficult to have another one, so she originally wanted to have another daughter, so she couldn't have another daughter, so she also liked her daughter.
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