The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 909: Damn it!

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This is a new life.

It is the little life of his most beloved woman!

Maybe he can try to accept it in another way?

Damn it!

He compromised!

He compromised again!

When I met her, no matter what the principles and dignity issues were, everything was gone, only the word endless compromise.

Jimoya was a little impatient, turned his head and didn't want to look at Huan Qingyan, "You really want to give birth to it?"

The tone is hard.

Huan Qingyan wiped her nose and tears with his white sleeves, "Well, birth... must be born... if you don't want me to be born, I hate you forever."

Jimoya picked her up from the ground, "Then you are not allowed to run in the future, you will kill it if you run."

Add a sentence, "Be born and then die!"

In order to avoid one corpse and two lives, it looks like I want to kill it now, it's no good, it's so big, it looks like five or six months...

Huan Qingyan thought she had auditory hallucinations. What does Jimo Ya mean? Did he agree?

He agreed that she gave birth to the baby?

He really agreed that she gave birth to the baby?

Weeping with joy, crying and laughing, put his arms around Jimoya’s neck, rubbed his nose and tears, "Well, don’t run, you’ll never run again, hoooo, husband, you are the best in the world Husband, my baby and I will always love you. Oh, baby, your father finally doesn't dislike you anymore, don't move around, it hurts me so much..."

It's amazing to say, after Huan Qingyan's words, Jimo Ya sensed that Huan Qingyan's stomach gradually became quiet.

The fetus inside didn't move anymore.

He even pushed to Jimoya's palm, and looked extremely intimate.

Jimoya was flooded with a strange feeling.

He is 20 and 6 this year. He is a very young person in the cultivating world, but ordinary people in the secular world are already his father.

If this is his kid, it would be fine.

It's a pity...

Jimoya's expression became cold again, "Crying and laughing, it's ugly."

Huan Qingyan raised her head, chirped, and kissed his face, the unidentified moist liquid smeared his face.

"You care if I am ugly or not, anyway, my husband is handsome and beautiful..."

Jimoya smiled for the first time in several days.

"Keep on flattering, see if I forgive you, and even throw away all the tokens of love I gave you, I want to run!"

"Don't run, Feng Yuling will return it to me. This is mine!" Huan Qingyan wanted to grab Feng Yuling from Jimoya's sleeve gown, but did not grab it.

"Throw it if you want, or return it if you want it back?" Jimo Ya raised his eyebrows.

Huan Qingyan played a rogue, directly propped up her upper body, and robbed her, Jimo Ya held her single, holding Feng Yuling high in her other hand, preventing her from getting it.

Yuan Qingyan fluttered, but didn't.

He clutched his stomach again, "It hurts, husband, am I about to give birth? Am I going to my waist? Is the baby twisted, ah, I'm dying, I got a kind of It’s a dying disease, it’s terrible..."

Jimo Ya squinted his eyes and looked at her coolly.

Without any pressure, Huan Qingyan grabbed Feng Yuling and put it in the storage ring.

The whole person is energetic, the stomach is no longer painful, the body is no longer uncomfortable, and I don't feel any dying.

The tears broke into a smile, and Jimo Ya's sleeve was pulled up, "Husband..."

Jimoya still maintained that posture, that expression, looking at her brazenly.