The couple's interpersonal interactions were very simple. Apart from Tian Xiuli, Hua Jianhua and Wen Shuyu and his wife, who treated them as usual, they rarely had contact with other people.
Of course, the main reason was that the other party was avoiding the couple.
Perhaps because he felt that Chen Ao was no longer a threat, Yang Mingwu had become more and more arrogant recently and started staying out all night again.
That day, Yang Mingwu got his meal from the canteen as usual and sent it to Qiao Xiaoling who lived in the commune.
Before they had time to eat, the two of them got into bed.
After a period of gestation.
Yang Mingwu lay on the bed, leaning against the headboard and lit a cigarette.
The naked Qiao Xiaoling hugged the man's arm, her delicate fingers drawing circles on his chest, her tone lingering, "Brother Yang, when will you marry me? I have good news to tell you..."
"What good news? Tell your man."
Yang Mingwu raised the corner of his lips and blew a puff of smoke at Qiao Xiaoling teasingly.
"I—ugh!"
Qiao Xiaoling suddenly covered her mouth and retched.
"Sister Ling, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
Yang Mingwu quickly extinguished the cigarette in his hand. He was initially concerned about Qiao Xiaoling's health, but then he suddenly remembered something and said with a cheerful expression, "Are you pregnant?!"
Qiao Xiaoling nodded lightly, her face flushed as she buried herself in the man's arms. She stammered, "That's probably it. My period hasn't come for two months, and I've been craving sour food lately. I heard from the elders at home that sour food means a boy, spicy food means a girl. I might be pregnant with a boy."
"My Yang family is finally going to have a successor! Ahahaha..." Upon hearing this, Yang Mingwu couldn't help laughing out loud.
Over the years, he only has one daughter, Yang Sheng, and he can't hold his head up wherever he goes!
Tian Xiuli became more and more rude, like a yellow-faced woman. He couldn't sleep at all, and there was no sign of his son.
He originally thought that he would have no descendants in this life and there wouldn't even be anyone to smash the pot after his death, but he didn't expect that Qiao Xiaoling would actually give him a son!
Qiao Xiaoling asked hesitantly, "Brother Yang, why are you going to marry me? My belly is getting bigger soon. What will I do then?"
"Well..." Yang Mingwu's smile faded considerably when he mentioned this. "Even if I file for divorce, my superiors have to approve it."
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