Flustered

After the meal, Meng Qingge sat beside Ji Wanzhou, thinking to help him manage his work.

"Let's go up and rest for a bit." Ji Wanzhou looked at Meng Qingge, who was spinning the pen.

"No, I want to stay with you. I'm not tired or sleepy right now. " Meng Qingge stubbornly rejected Ji Wanzhou's proposal.

"If you aren't tired, then our son is too." Ji Wanzhou tried to persuade Meng Qingge to go upstairs and rest. After all, Meng Qingge was pregnant, so she couldn't be too tired.

Meng Qingge rubbed her belly and asked, "Son, are you tired?"

Meng Qingge pretended to lower her head and put her ear close to Ji Wanzhou's ear. She then raised it and gave Ji Wanzhou a big smile, "Our son said that he's not tired either. He wants to learn in advance."

Ji Wanzhou looked at the mischievous Meng Qingge, the woman he loved to the bones. He really couldn't do anything to her, let alone with his current body and body condition.