An Xiaxia had heard enough and swung a cushion at his face . “Shut up!”
How could he ask such embarrassing questions in that serious tone?!
Sheng Yize caught the pillow, the aggrieved look on his face reminding her of a golden retriever . He then went to take a shower like a wronged little wife .
When he came out, An Xiaxia had fallen asleep .
Lying down next to her, he tucked An Xiaxia in and whispered, “Good night . ”
An Xiaxia mumbled, expertly found her way into his arms, and settled into a comfortable position . She then smacked her lips and fell asleep .
“I’m taking you somewhere tomorrow,” he whispered .
However, the little woman probably didn’t hear him .
FX Island .
With her expected due date coming soon, Su Xiaomo couldn’t stop herself from getting all sorts of strange ideas . According to Dr . He Jiayu’s professional opinion, the woman was paranoid .
While He Jiayu was asleep, Su Xiaomo took the opportunity to find some pen and paper, then began to work on her “will . ”
“What if the baby doesn’t come out as planned? What if I get a hemorrhage? What if they run out of blood bags when I’m bleeding out? Ah, and, what if I don’t have any milk? Will the baby starve… Can Cutie He feed the baby instead?”
There came He Jiayu’s lazy voice . “Momo, time to go to bed . ”
Su Xiaomo sniveled . “Hm… I’m coming . ”
She went on writing . “If I die, will Cutie He be the gigolo who gets all my money and my house? He’ll then find himself another young and pretty wife, who’ll give him a roomful of babies… No, if I’m dead, all my money will go to the anti-mistress association!”
While she was completely immersed in her writing, the light kept He Jiayu awake . Rubbing his eyes, he sat up .
“What are you writing?”
“My will,” said Su Xiaomo casually .
That woke He Jiayu up completely . Looking terrified, he snatched the “will” from her hands and began to read it carefully .
Damn it! Was Momo trying to kill herself again?!
However, he was baffled after quickly skimming through the paper . “Su Xiaomo, what on earth is going on in your head?”
Su Xiaomo pursed her lips and rubbed her head against his chest, playing the weakling . “Cutie He, do you love me?”
“What are you doing…” He Jiayu wasn’t used to her behaving this way and the skin behind his ears turned pink . He said in a deep voice, “Of course I do . ”
“Then promise me . If anything happens to me, you’re not going to marry another woman!” Su Xiaomo threatened him . After some thought, she recanted . “Forget it . That’s a pretty big deal . The custom is that one doesn’t get married in the first three years after a parent passes away . So, you’re only marrying another woman three years after my death!”
He Jiayu was completely speechless and stared at her with an impassive face .
Seeing his reaction, Su Xiaomo was vexed . “What? You can’t even wait three years? You dog! H- how about one year…”
Before she could go on, she was stopped by He Jiayu’s kiss . He then “punished” Su Xiaomo with his actions…
“There will be no accident . If there really is one, I won’t marry another woman . ”
To me, you’re more important than my parents .
Tears welled up in Su Xiaomo’s eyes and she was so touched . “Honey, you’re the best . ”
“Yup . ” Cutie He traced the outline of her lips with his tongue .
“If you’re dead, can I get a gigolo, then?” Su Xiaomo asked earnestly .
He Jiayu was speechless .