I love you, my wife!
Hearing this, Yan Yirou felt a sweet warmth in her heart, and her eyes curved into crescent moons: "I love you too."
After saying that, she raised her head and kissed Gu Chenye's lips again.
This time, unlike the previous fleeting touches, it was a deep and affectionate encounter, with the two exchanging breaths.
After a long while, Gu Chenye finally released Yan Yirou.
Just then, the doctor opened the door and said to the couple, "I thought you had left. Come in, there are some things I need to tell you two."
Yan Yirou blushed with embarrassment.
Gu Chenye's ears also turned a little red.
But the doctor was used to this kind of scene; the only thing this young couple was good-looking was that they were together.
The two returned to the office, listened carefully to the doctor's orders, and then left the hospital, going straight home.
At the Gu residence, Ji Moyan and Gu Qingyu didn't go anywhere.
They knew their third son and daughter-in-law had gone to the hospital for a checkup, and they were all waiting at home for good news.
But they waited and waited, and never received a call with good news.
Around ten o'clock, Gu Chenye and Yan Yirou returned.
Ji Moyan didn't even have time to lecture her son. She took Yan Yirou's hand and smiled gently, "Yirou, what did the doctor say, right?"
Yan Yirou smiled sweetly: "Mom, I'm pregnant!"
Immediately, the huge weight lifted from Ji Moyan's heart.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Gu Qingyu said "good" three times and patted Gu Chenye on the shoulder.
Ji Moyan hugged Yan Yirou and said with a smile, "The number of people in our Gu family is increasing with each generation, that's wonderful! Rourou, what do you want to eat for lunch?"
Yan Yirou didn't stand on ceremony: "Mom, I want something sweet."
Ji Moyan liked her straightforward personality: "Okay, I'll have Uncle Qiao talk to the kitchen now."
Yan Yirou turned to look at Gu Chenye: "Am I too picky about food?"
Gu Chenye said, "It's not that you're picky about food, it's that she is."
Yan Yirou didn't react: "Him?"
Gu Chenye comforted her, saying, "It's alright. It's good that the little princess is a bit picky about food. I can afford to feed her."
"Dad's still here, why is he saying all sorts of things?" Yan Yirou stared blankly at him.
Gu Chenye suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Our mom likes girls."
Yan Yirou's face flushed slightly; she thought he was referring to her as the little princess.
Here, Ji Moyan found Uncle Qiao and asked, "Uncle Qiao, does the chef at home know how to make desserts? If not, could you please hire a chef who specializes in desserts?"
Job thought for a moment and said, "Madam, we probably don't need to hire anyone. There's a chef who makes desserts. I'll go and talk to him."
"Okay, then go ahead."
Ji Moyan returned to the living room with a smile.
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