"Xiao Le, you are really my mother's savior." Sure enough, when she heard that the dark soup that night could prevent birth control, An Ying almost laughed with excitement. God knows how scared she was these days, without any contraceptive measures.
She was worried about her stomach all day long.
After giving birth to Xiaobai and Xiaole, she didn't want to get pregnant again because giving birth was so painful and almost made her a fat girl. In the past few years, she had been secretly taking birth control pills behind Hao's back.
, Hehe, she is very powerful, Hao has never noticed it even once.
"Mom, drink quickly. It will be terrible when dad comes back and finds out." Xiao Le urged An Ying while meowing towards the door. She specially found a way to come over when her dad was not around. At this moment, her little heart was still a little anxious.
Down.
An Ying didn't do any ink, just held her nose and drank it all in one gulp. She even touched Xiao Le's head in front of the maid and said, "Xiao Le, this nourishing soup is so delicious. Mom loves Xiao Le so much."
"Hey, mom, if you like it, Xiao Le will cook it for you every day from now on. Xiao Le is back. Good night, mom." Xiao Le put away the soup bowl and left very quickly.[
By the time Tian Junhao came back, Xiao Le had already disappeared into the corridor, and An Ying was lying on the bed and giggling.
In the dark, after a passionate kiss, Tian Junhao licked the residue at the corner of his mouth, and An Ying's lips were a little bitter.
Even though he had rinsed his mouth, no trace of who Tian Junhao was could escape his discernment.
In that tiny residue, there is an element of Juezi flower in it.
A cold flash suddenly flashed across his peach blossom eyes. Who wants to poison his precious wife?
"Honey, what did you drink tonight?" Tian Junhao stretched out his arm to use as a pillow for An Ying, squeezing the sleepy An Ying.
"I haven't had anything to drink." An Ying's alarm bell rang and she quickly answered, but her heart was pounding. Oops, Hao won't find out, right? Wow, it's not so tragic.
"Think carefully about what you drank at night." There was a storm in his eyes, not for An Ying, but for the black hands who wanted to poison An Ying.
"No... I'm really not... Husband, I'm so sleepy." An Ying held her little heart nervously, hesitating and frightened, and quickly pretended to be sleepy, yawned, and buried it in his heart.