Back at the old house, Yuan Yanqi washed the thermos box himself, but he was reluctant to let Jiang Miao do it again.

When putting away the thermos box, Zhang Congshen's footsteps were heard. Yuan Yanqi looked back at him and smiled, "This kitchen is much cleaner than I thought."

He thought Jiang Miao had really made something serious for the first time, and this kitchen should be like a battlefield.

Zhang Congshen shook his head, couldn't help but laugh and sighed, "I cleaned it up, it's terrible."

Yuan Yanqi chuckled, "Let her go."

Yuan Yanqi wiped his hands and then left the kitchen. When he was about to go upstairs, Zhang Congshen called him again, "Aqi, can you still eat tonight?"

Yuan Yanqi frowned, but nodded, "Eat some with her, eat less."

That thermos box, at that time, it is really a question whether you can have dinner now.

Yuan Yanqi went upstairs and when he opened the door to Jiang Miao's room, Jiang Miao had already changed into loose home clothes and music was playing in the room.

After listening carefully, it seems that Jiang Miao is overflowing with maternal love at the moment, and it is actually prenatal education music.

Jiang Miao took the book and sat on the bedside, flipping through it like a fan, with a half-smile on his face.

"Are you happy?" Yuan Yanqi closed the door, walked over and sat next to the bed.

"Not bad." Jiang Miao nodded. Today was a very tiring and fulfilling day, but I did feel less empty inside.

"What book should I read?" Yuan Yanqi took Jiang Miao's hand out.

Yuan Yanqi looked at the book and was a little stunned.

Jiang Miao quickly took the book back from Yuanyan Zhen, "What? I don't think this book is vulgar?"

Yuan Yanqi smiled, patted the back of Jiang Miao's hand, shook his head, "It's not vulgar, it's pretty good."

Jiang Miao was reading a book about children, about children, complementary foods, clothing, emotional control, etc.

"I'll go shopping with you on the weekend," Yuan Yanqi was very interested.

"What to buy?" Jiang Miao was curious.

"Buy some children's cookbooks, or how to knit a baby's sweater. Many pregnant women should read this kind of book, right?"

Unexpectedly, Yuan Yanqi is quite down-to-earth. In fact, after falling in love with Jiang Miao, Yuan Yanqi has already descended into the world.

"Then you overestimate me. I'm not a clever pregnant woman." Jiang Miao laughed. She was quite self-aware of herself, and she really could only read some books.

It is no exaggeration to say that the food she made was fine for an adult like Yuan Yanqi to eat, but she knew she would not be at ease if it were actually eaten by a child.

Yuanyan smiled, "Look, I'm just passing the time. I didn't expect you to knit me a little vest."

When Yuan Yanqi spoke, he tapped Jiang Miao's nose. He thought it was good to have some books like this at home. Whether he read them or not, or whether he copied them or not was another matter. Placing some books like that at home would give him a sense of life.

A common standard for a family with children.

Their home has been dull for many years. If there is really a child atmosphere in the home, it can be traced back to when Jiang Miao first came. Moreover, Jiang Miao was not particularly young when he first came. There was never any trace of a real baby in their house.

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"You're not already thinking about how to modify the children's room, are you?"

Jiang Miao laughed. Yuan Yanqi had always been particularly concerned about children.

In fact, caring is a good thing. As long as Jiang Miao doesn't get jealous, he will understand that a father who cares about his children is many times happier than those widowed families.

Her own father is a person who cares about everything, so she can obviously feel the happy family atmosphere.

"I have this idea, but I'm still considering it," Yuan Yanqi nodded thoughtfully.

He has indeed thought about this issue, but it is not good to start construction now because he is afraid that something will affect pregnant women and children.

"Are you serious?" Jiang Miao was surprised.

"Really, the old house is so big, it's enough to build a playground for him."

Yuan Yanqi was different from Yuan Jianjun in this regard.

Yuan Jianjun enjoys grand scenes, so he likes to make his home a serious place with masters and servants, big and small, and rules. Yuan Yanqi does not. Yuan Yanqi enjoys a family atmosphere, so when he comes back

, many things are done by oneself, which is an ordinary family model.

He has lived outside for so many years and can take good care of himself. There is no reason for him to need someone to take care of him when he returns to his old home.

"Aren't you leaving?" Jiang Miao looked at him with a serious expression.

Although Yuan Yanqi left his original home, he had lived on his own for many years. The old man was still there, and they were father and son. He would come back every now and then during the holidays.

Now, the original family really has no ties to him anymore.

"Then my son is here, where can I go?" Yuan Yanqi lowered his head and glanced at Jiang Miao's belly with a smile.

Jiang Miao smiled. In fact, she understood that the identities of the Yuan family and Yuan Yanqi had long been reversed. In the past, it was the Yuan family that gave him glory and blessing, but now, it is the Yuan family that drags him away. If Yuan Yanqi

If he is determined and doesn't care, he can go further.

"Let's talk about buying books later. Let Xiaomi teach me how to cook first."

Jiang Miao took a deep breath and changed the topic. With their current status, it seemed that some things needed to be discussed clearly, but if they really talked about it, it would feel weird. What happened before was in the past, so now, they have something in common.

It's a child.

In essence, everything that belongs to Jiang Miao or Yuan Yanqi belongs to the child.

That is their common child. It is wonderful to think that they actually have a child.

"Are you interested in cooking now? Do you feel that you have a special sense of accomplishment after cooking today?" Yuan Yanqi chuckled.

"Of course, there are people to eat anyway." Jiang Miao smiled, then suddenly raised his arms and put his arms around Yuan Yanqi's neck, approaching him, "Where will you sleep tonight?"

Jiang Miao's breath was ambiguous when she spoke.

"You haven't even had dinner and you're already concerned about sleeping?" Yuan Yanqi raised his eyebrows, moved closer to her, and breathed softly on her lips, "Then where do you want me to sleep today, Miss Jiang?"

"I want you to go back to your room to sleep, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to sleep. If I want you to sleep here, I'm afraid that I won't be able to control it."

When Jiang Miao said this, she looked into Yuan Yanqi's eyes with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'm measured and I can control myself." It's impossible for Yuan Yanqi to be so willful as to hurt the child.

"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about myself."

Jiang Miao naturally knew Yuan Yanqi's determination, but Jiang Miao herself had no confidence in herself. It was Yuan Yanqi. Just looking at it during the day was enough to make her heart beat. At night, it was even more fatal.

Yuan Yan smiled, put his arms around her waist, and hugged her into his arms, "How about I make a bed on the floor here for you?"

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