What Ning Zhiyuan is most worried about recently is the baby of the Ning family who is still in the foster mother's belly.
After counting like this, the baby's due date was almost at the end of his life. Ning Zhiyuan was wandering in the army during the day, showing a silly smile at his subordinates. At night, he hugged his doctor and worked hard to implement the human creation exercise.
His doctor was pressed on the bed by him, with a handsome face red and said angrily: Be more restrained, I, I can’t have children!
Ning Zhiyuan quietly attached himself to An Yichen's ear and said: The country is about to open up the second-child policy. I asked you to have one too, but you don't want to. Now, you can have one too, right?
An Yichen's ears were numb by the heat in his mouth. The warm and soft hole behind him tightened up, clamping Ning Zhiyuan's big stick. Ning Zhiyuan felt so happy when he was pinched. He lowered his head and licked and bit An Yichen's white and tender neck, and said: You little slut, when you talk about giving birth, you ate my cock so tightly!
An Yichen's eyes turned red, and as soon as Ning Zhiyuan moved his waist, he started moaning, his two slender thighs were separated by Ning Zhiyuan's toughness, and the thighs were bright red.
An Yichen lay weakly on the bed and was eaten by Ning Zhiyuan. He whispered angrily: You, bastard...who wants to give birth to you...
It turns out that he was definitely not a good decision to anger Ning Zhiyuan. After that, An Yichen was sore that he could hardly get up, but he was carried to the bathroom by Princess Ning Zhiyuan to clean it up. After waking up, An Yichen found that they were already on the plane to the country.
The baby of the Ning family is about to be born. Ning Zhiyuan has even thought of his name and is called Ning An. It is simple and crude. At first glance, it is the crystallization of two fathers.
An Yichen shrank in Ning Zhiyuan's arms. Ning Zhiyuan wrapped him up with a blanket. They looked at the sea of clouds outside the window through the porthole. An Yichen leaned his head on Ning Zhiyuan's shoulder and asked: Do you think it's a boy or a girl?
Ning Zhiyuan said: Girls, girls are painful and annoying.
An Yichen chuckled softly. Ning Zhiyuan's personality is always so carefree. He said: What if it was a boy?
Ning Zhiyuan frowned and said: Then I must have to quarrel with him every day.
Ning Zhiyuan is worthy of being the descendant of the general. He has unique insights and long-term vision for everything. He has already predicted that he will be incompatible with his young master in the future.
However, at this time he was dreaming of having a daughter. When he thought of having a caring little cotton jacket in the future, the young master of the Ning family, who was about to become a father, smiled extremely sweetly. He hugged the baby in his arms tightly and secretly kissed An Yichen's tender lips.
However, the facts always prevented Ning Shao from getting his wish. After the operation, the doctor came out of the operating room, took off his mask and said: Congratulations to both of you, they are boys.
Ning Zhiyuan's mind roared, and his smile became stiff.
An Yichen asked quickly: Are you okay with your adoptive mother?
The doctor said: The lady is very healthy and her childbirth is very smooth, but she needs to rest for a while.
An Yichen said thank you several times to the doctor, took the silly Ning Zhiyuan's hand and glared at him: Why are you still stupid?Go and see Baoer.
Ning An, the young master of the Ning family, whose nickname is Ning Baoer, is sleeping quietly in the baby box at this moment, a small wrinkled ball, and even her facial features are not clear.
Ning Zhiyuan leaned unwillingly against the transparent glass and said to the nurse beside him: Pull his towel apart and let me see his little chick... Why did he have a little chick?
Nurse: ……
An Yichen knew that Ning Zhiyuan's dream of wanting a daughter was shattered, so he could only coax the eldest child in his family.
Ning Zhiyuan hugged his waist, whispered his head around his neck, and said: "You give me another one... would you give birth to a daughter?"
An Yichen patted his head, kissed his forehead, and said: What did we say back then? I said I would not leave my descendants. You had no choice but to do so, but I didn’t need it.
He sent Ning Zhiyuan's ears behind him and said: You promise me, no matter whether Baoer is a boy or a girl, you must treat him well.
Ning Zhiyuan hugged An Yichen's thin waist and snorted: Of course I know, he is my child after all.But I am unhappy when I think about sharing you with him.
An Yichen laughed and hugged Ning Zhiyuan back: You are so old, you still have to be jealous of a child.
Ning Zhiyuan glanced at Ning An, who was still asleep without knowing anything, and thought to himself that it would be so long before he could get married, have children and separate the family. An Yichen was originally half focused on work, and only half of it was left on himself. Now, this half would be divided into half for this little bastard.
It's really a sweet pain.
After counting like this, the baby's due date was almost at the end of his life. Ning Zhiyuan was wandering in the army during the day, showing a silly smile at his subordinates. At night, he hugged his doctor and worked hard to implement the human creation exercise.
His doctor was pressed on the bed by him, with a handsome face red and said angrily: Be more restrained, I, I can’t have children!
Ning Zhiyuan quietly attached himself to An Yichen's ear and said: The country is about to open up the second-child policy. I asked you to have one too, but you don't want to. Now, you can have one too, right?
An Yichen's ears were numb by the heat in his mouth. The warm and soft hole behind him tightened up, clamping Ning Zhiyuan's big stick. Ning Zhiyuan felt so happy when he was pinched. He lowered his head and licked and bit An Yichen's white and tender neck, and said: You little slut, when you talk about giving birth, you ate my cock so tightly!
An Yichen's eyes turned red, and as soon as Ning Zhiyuan moved his waist, he started moaning, his two slender thighs were separated by Ning Zhiyuan's toughness, and the thighs were bright red.
An Yichen lay weakly on the bed and was eaten by Ning Zhiyuan. He whispered angrily: You, bastard...who wants to give birth to you...
It turns out that he was definitely not a good decision to anger Ning Zhiyuan. After that, An Yichen was sore that he could hardly get up, but he was carried to the bathroom by Princess Ning Zhiyuan to clean it up. After waking up, An Yichen found that they were already on the plane to the country.
The baby of the Ning family is about to be born. Ning Zhiyuan has even thought of his name and is called Ning An. It is simple and crude. At first glance, it is the crystallization of two fathers.
An Yichen shrank in Ning Zhiyuan's arms. Ning Zhiyuan wrapped him up with a blanket. They looked at the sea of clouds outside the window through the porthole. An Yichen leaned his head on Ning Zhiyuan's shoulder and asked: Do you think it's a boy or a girl?
Ning Zhiyuan said: Girls, girls are painful and annoying.
An Yichen chuckled softly. Ning Zhiyuan's personality is always so carefree. He said: What if it was a boy?
Ning Zhiyuan frowned and said: Then I must have to quarrel with him every day.
Ning Zhiyuan is worthy of being the descendant of the general. He has unique insights and long-term vision for everything. He has already predicted that he will be incompatible with his young master in the future.
However, at this time he was dreaming of having a daughter. When he thought of having a caring little cotton jacket in the future, the young master of the Ning family, who was about to become a father, smiled extremely sweetly. He hugged the baby in his arms tightly and secretly kissed An Yichen's tender lips.
However, the facts always prevented Ning Shao from getting his wish. After the operation, the doctor came out of the operating room, took off his mask and said: Congratulations to both of you, they are boys.
Ning Zhiyuan's mind roared, and his smile became stiff.
An Yichen asked quickly: Are you okay with your adoptive mother?
The doctor said: The lady is very healthy and her childbirth is very smooth, but she needs to rest for a while.
An Yichen said thank you several times to the doctor, took the silly Ning Zhiyuan's hand and glared at him: Why are you still stupid?Go and see Baoer.
Ning An, the young master of the Ning family, whose nickname is Ning Baoer, is sleeping quietly in the baby box at this moment, a small wrinkled ball, and even her facial features are not clear.
Ning Zhiyuan leaned unwillingly against the transparent glass and said to the nurse beside him: Pull his towel apart and let me see his little chick... Why did he have a little chick?
Nurse: ……
An Yichen knew that Ning Zhiyuan's dream of wanting a daughter was shattered, so he could only coax the eldest child in his family.
Ning Zhiyuan hugged his waist, whispered his head around his neck, and said: "You give me another one... would you give birth to a daughter?"
An Yichen patted his head, kissed his forehead, and said: What did we say back then? I said I would not leave my descendants. You had no choice but to do so, but I didn’t need it.
He sent Ning Zhiyuan's ears behind him and said: You promise me, no matter whether Baoer is a boy or a girl, you must treat him well.
Ning Zhiyuan hugged An Yichen's thin waist and snorted: Of course I know, he is my child after all.But I am unhappy when I think about sharing you with him.
An Yichen laughed and hugged Ning Zhiyuan back: You are so old, you still have to be jealous of a child.
Ning Zhiyuan glanced at Ning An, who was still asleep without knowing anything, and thought to himself that it would be so long before he could get married, have children and separate the family. An Yichen was originally half focused on work, and only half of it was left on himself. Now, this half would be divided into half for this little bastard.
It's really a sweet pain.
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