Qiao Muyuan laughed so hard that this was actually Ji Changmu!

This is really Ji Changmu!

Qiao Muyuan took the photo and couldn't help but kiss it twice. This little baby is so cute, it doesn't look like Ji Changmu.

"It was probably when Changmu was ten months old that he could crawl. That day he was crawling around on the bed, and his father took a random photo." Yang Shuzheng has a deep memory.

"How come there is such a cute baby? He is cuter than Zhibao."

"If you like this photo, take it back. I only found this one, or you can try to see more photos from Chang Mu."

"He won't show it to me." Qiao Muyuan stared at the photo and couldn't put it down.

She remembered what she wanted to say before and asked Yang Shuzheng: "Mom, if Brother Ji and I have a baby in the future, do you think it will be more like Brother Ji, or more like me?"

She asked suddenly, and Yang Shuzheng was stunned.

She had always thought that Qiao Muyuan was young and might not really want children.

"Mu Yuan, do you like boys or girls?"

"I like them all." Qiao Muyuan smiled brightly and generously, and took a few more glances at Ji Changmu, who had cute breasts in the photo.

This baby is so cute, wearing a creamy yellow sweater, holding a stuffed toy, and his eyes are bright.

"The child you and Chang Mu have will definitely look good."

"I think so too. At that time, I will put together the photos of me when I was a child and the photos of brother Ji when he was a child to see who looks the most like him." Qiao Muyuan quietly asked Yang Shuzheng, "Mom, sir.

Are children a little bit scary?"

Yang Shuzheng told her truthfully: "You will suffer some physical injuries that you have never experienced before. You have to be mentally prepared, but at the same time, there is also a novelty and joy of life transformation."

"I still... really want to have a baby with the person I love, and I also like children." Qiao Muyuan quietly told Yang Shuzheng.

"If you don't mind, can I knit some clothes for the children?"

"No, no, I'm too tired. Let's buy it. We accept your wishes."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Qiao Muyuan knew Yang Shuzheng's anxiety. If she said this, Yang Shuzheng should be much happier.

Aunt Yang's health has never been very good. It would be good for her health if she could feel better.

In the evening, Ji Changmu went downstairs.

Suddenly I found that the mahjong game had already ended.

He frowned and asked the servant: "What time did the party end?"

"Mr. Ji, it's been two hours since the show ended."

Only then did Ji Changmu find Qiao Muyuan in the tea room of the villa.

Seeing Qiao Muyuan chatting with Yang Shuzheng, both of them had smiles on their faces and laughed happily.

Ji Changmu walked over and said, "What is there to be happy about? Make me happy too."

"You still know how to do it?" Yang Shuzheng scolded him, "You're going to work on the first day of the new year?"

"I thought that with Mahjong accompanying you, you wouldn't need me."

"It's easy for you."

"Qiao Muyuan, what are you holding in your hand?" Ji Changmu saw her sneaking around and leaned over curiously, tilting his head.

Qiao Muyuan avoided him, holding the photo with both hands behind her back: "I won't show it to you."

"What good stuff?"

"Of course it's very good stuff."

"If you don't show me the good things, then who do you want to show them to?" Ji Changmu stood up and walked to her. He put his hands on both sides of her body and circled her on the sand. He leaned down and pressed her down.
Chapter completed!