Chapter 107: Then let’s have eight children?

Seeing that Meng Mingshu didn't say anything, Xiao Yan picked her up and gently placed her on the rosewood bed.

Then he slowly and methodically unbuttoned her plain skirt.

As the hem of her skirt fell, Xiao Yan also saw Meng Mingshu's slightly bulging belly. Although it was not too obvious, it was indeed curved.

His disappointment was visibly evident.

Meng Mingshu was indeed pregnant.

Meng Mingshu's waist did not become bloated, and the rest of her body was even more slender.

So when she wears plain palace clothes, nothing can be seen at all.

At least at the beginning, Xiao Yan never thought that Meng Mingshu was pregnant.

Until just now, Xiao Yan still had hope that the old man was deliberately deceiving him.

"Didn't you say that your previous husband was not good enough?"

Xiao Yan stroked the slightly rounded curve with his hand, his tone dangerous.

"Then why are you pregnant again?"

The sourness in Xiao Yan's words was about to overflow.

He stared at Meng Mingshu with a gloomy expression, determined to wait for her explanation.

"Or are you two particularly loving?"

Meng Mingshu had a bitter face, she wanted to cry but had no tears, and didn't know how to answer.

To be honest, Xiao Yan did work very hard when he lived in that small house in the mountains.

Meng Mingshu clearly didn't do anything, but she was always very tired every day and spent most of her time sleeping in bed.

"Not talking again?"

Xiao Yan stared at Meng Mingshu with his narrow eyes: "Or are you thinking about how to lie to me again?"

Meng Mingshu quickly shook her head.

She had a premonition that if she accidentally said the wrong thing at this moment, she would be in trouble.

"No, no."

Meng Mingshu threw herself forward into Xiao Yan's arms: "Husband, I didn't lie to you."

"He...he's really nothing compared to trash. He only does it once or twice a year...and each time it's not even half a cup of tea."

Meng Mingshu carefully chose her words, and while speaking she looked up cautiously, glancing at Xiao Yan's expression out of the corner of her eye.

"I guess it's because I'm in good health."

"My husband, everything I said is true."

Xiao Yan took a deep breath. He was almost going crazy with jealousy, and it felt like there was a fire burning in his heart.

When Xiao Yan thought of Meng Mingshu's close relationship with another man, he wanted to tear that man into pieces.

Even Xiao Yan wanted to kill everyone.

But he looked down and saw Meng Mingshu curled up in his arms.

Her beautiful little face was pressed against his chest, as if he was her only support.

Miraculously, most of the anger in Xiao Yan's heart was calmed down.

That's all.

She had just called him husband.

It means she has him in her heart too.

If they had met earlier, Meng Mingshu would probably have been his wife long ago.

If he had to blame anyone, he could only blame fate for making him meet her now.

This is what it feels like to regret not meeting each other earlier.

"You gave birth to one child for that short-lived girl, and you are pregnant with another. You now have two children."

Xiao Yan's dark eyes were gloomy. He lifted his eyelids and looked at her with a smile:

"Then tell me yourself, how many children do you want to give birth to for me in the future?"

Xiao Yan was clearly looking at her with a smile, and his tone was somewhat gentle.

But no matter how Meng Mingshu looked at it, she felt that there was something dangerous in that smile.

His rough big hands were still on her soft abdomen, stroking it again and again, causing a tremor.

Seventeen-year-old Xiao Yan, when he got angry, his aura was so terrifying?

Meng Mingshu held her belly and asked tentatively, "Can I not give birth?"

In fact, Xiao Yan had already said that he would only have this last child, regardless of gender.

He didn't want her to work hard.

Although Meng Mingshu did not experience morning sickness or any discomfort whether she was pregnant with Tuaner or the baby in her belly.

Even when she gave birth to Tuan'er, it seemed like the birth went smoothly.

Tuan'er has been an exceptionally sweet and caring baby since he was in her womb.

But Xiao Yan still felt very guilty towards her.

Meng Mingshu still remembers that on the day she gave birth to Tuan'er, Xiao Yan almost fainted from crying.

I delivered her baby while crying.

Xiao Yan's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was dangerous:

"You and that bitch already have two children, but you don't want to have any with me?"

"That useless piece of shit makes you like him so much."

Meng Mingshu shook her head with a sad face. Seeing Xiao Yan getting angry, she could only coax him:

"I don't like him, I only like you."

"Can I say it again?"

Xiao Yan's gloomy expression finally eased a little.

But her expression still looked unhappy, and she looked just like a jealous husband.

"Then let's have one?"

Meng Mingshu spoke cautiously.

The imperial physician said that after some time, the blood clots in Xiao Yan's brain would dissipate.

But he didn't dare to say a specific date, and no one could predict the future of his brain.

If she said too much now, and Xiao Yan had not recovered his memory in the future and pestered her to fulfill his promise, she would be the one who suffered.

"You keep saying that you don't like that bitch from the past, and that the person you like now is me."

"But you're willing to give birth to two children for him, but only one for me. Is this how you like me?"

"Only half of that bitch's?"

Xiao Yan's eyes were filled with gloom and jealousy, and the air seemed to be filled with sourness.

Meng Mingshu said helplessly: "Then let's have two children too?"

Xiao Yan pulled up a cold smile and sneered, obviously not satisfied with the result.

Meng Mingshu went to hold Xiao Yan's hand: "Husband, two is not okay?"

"If you had said two just now, I wouldn't have said anything, but in the end you didn't even want to have a child with me."

Xiao Yan was still furious when he thought of Meng Mingshu's answer just now.

Whenever Xiao Yan thought that Meng Mingshu didn't like him as much as that bitch, his heart felt like it was being stabbed by needles.

"I'll give you one last chance. Speak nicely. If you can't satisfy me..."

Xiao Yan's eyes were dark and his look was terrifying.

"You know the consequences."

Meng Mingshu lowered her neck and thought for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said:

"So we'll have six?"

She has realized it.

Xiao Yan was still jealous, he just wanted to confirm her feelings.

Seventeen-year-old Xiao Yan had never actually seen her pregnant and giving birth.

He just wanted to compete with his non-existent ex-husband.

I’m afraid that once the baby in her belly is born, Xiao Yan won’t let her give birth to another one.

After thinking through the key points, Meng Mingshu no longer had any worries.

She looked at Xiao Yan with a smile: "If six is ​​not enough, then eight?"

Xiao Yan was stunned.

This answer surprised him.

Although he knew that Meng Mingshu was coaxing him, Xiao Yan couldn't help feeling happy.

As expected, Meng Mingshu still likes him more.

I think in her heart, he is still far better than that bitch in front of her.

After all, he is not a useless waste.

He is young and handsome.

After the jealousy in his heart was calmed, Xiao Yan regained his sanity.

Just imagining ten children surrounding him, Xiao Yan felt a huge headache.

In fact, just having Tuan'er, a well-behaved, cute, sensible, smart and kind little girl, is enough.

Xiao Yan looked at Meng Mingshu's slightly bulging belly again.

It’s a pity that there is now another evil seed.

If that bitch's bastard's offspring is as cute as Tuan'er, it's not impossible to keep it in the palace and raise it temporarily.

But Xiao Yan would never treat him like he did to Tuan'er.

Tuan'er has become the daughter he recognizes in his heart.

But this evil creature is not.

"Why aren't you talking, husband? Don't you like children?"

Meng Mingshu asked with a smile.

When Xiao Yan saw her evil smile, he put his arms around her waist and pushed her down onto the bed.

"Now in the next life."

"You said you would have eight children, and I've taken note of it."

Xiao Yan pinched Meng Mingshu's cheek with his big hand: "If you don't give birth in the future, I will punish you severely."

Then Xiao Yan lowered his head and covered Meng Mingshu's mouth.