Ji Zhixiu has no pursuit of children, and is even more satisfied after having Heng Bao.

But he knew that Jiang Mian had always wanted a daughter.

Ji's mother's opinion is that as long as the couple wants, she can help them have as many children as they want.

Jiang Mian pestered Ji Zhixiu several times, but Ji Zhixiu rejected him every time.

The reason was simple. He didn't want Jiang Mian to suffer the pain of being pregnant for ten months again.

Jiang Mian also stopped thinking.

When Heng Bao gradually grew older, Jiang Mian's heart began to wander again.

At night, I pestered the man in bed and expressed my thoughts.

Ji Zhixiu hummed, sweat dripping from his forehead, doing whatever he was supposed to do, not thinking about it at all.

Jiang Mian saw how perfunctory he was and gave his arm a hard squeeze, "I want...!"

A daughter!

Ji Zhixiu lowered his head and kissed her lips, blocking her unfinished words, “If you want, I will satisfy you for my husband."

Early the next morning, Jiang Mian was extremely annoyed. This was like losing both his wife and his army.

The man was so tortured that he didn't even let go.

Ji Zhixiu didn't go to the company today either.

After sending Hengbao to class, Ji Zhixiu took the dinner plate and went upstairs.

He saw Jiang Mian sitting on the bed with his knees bent, his mouth pursed in the same way as Heng Bao.

Ji Zhixiu pretended not to notice and calmly called her, “I brought you breakfast."

Jiang Mian felt that she couldn't bear it any longer, so she turned to talk to Ji Zhixiu, “I want a daughter."

"Hengbao also agreed." Jiang Mian added.

She fully considered the opinions of the entire family, except Ji Zhixiu who always had a tough attitude.

The man's eyebrows were broad and he nodded, "I know."

"Then we won't take any measures starting today." Jiang Mian raised his head.

Ji Zhixiu pinched his eyebrows and felt that it was really necessary to have a good talk with Jiang Mian.

He put the dinner plate on the bedside table and then recounted the past in detail, “When I was pregnant with my baby, you had stretch marks and cried behind my back."

"During the prenatal check-up, the various tests were so painful that I held my hand and cried."

"When you had to take medicine to control the two hormone levels during pregnancy because your hormone levels were too high, you cried because you felt it was too painful."

"My feet are so swollen in late pregnancy that I can't wear shoes. You stare at a cabinet of high heels and still cry."

"Only when you gave birth was smooth, Hengbao didn't bother you."

"Jiang Mian, I don't want to see you cry, I feel bad for you."

Ji Zhixiu's voice was a little hoarse as she recounted the past of her pregnancy word by word.

What he wants most is for Jiang Mian to be well.

It turned out that he remembered that from the moment he said it, Jiang Mian knew that the conversation could not continue.

She felt her eyes heat up and quickly lowered her head.

However, she had stretch marks, and this man put expensive essential oil on her belly every day.

During prenatal check-ups, he always put aside all schedules to be with her.

When taking medicine, he tried his best to make her happy.

She couldn't wear shoes, so he customized another shoe cabinet for her, which was filled with comfortable and soft slippers.

This is the reason why she wants to give birth to a child for him.

She just wants one more person to love him with.

She did not have a complete home, and she wanted to give Ji Zhixiu a complete and warm home for her children.

This is what she is trying to learn to be a mother.

"Besides, there's no guarantee that having another child will be a daughter." Ji Zhixiu paused and reminded her.

After a while, she said, "Then we won't give birth." Her voice was very low.

Ji Zhixiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Half a month later.

Fan Cheng was a little embarrassed when he sent Ji Zhixiu back, "I'm sorry, madam, today I was socializing with a long-term partner of Mr. Ji, and I accidentally drank too much."

There was nothing he could do if the other party caught someone drinking. Mr. Ji was drunk, so he couldn't get drunk too.

After finally holding on until the end, he immediately brought the person back.

Jiang Mian could tell that Fan Cheng had drunk too much, so she took it from Fan Cheng and said, "It's okay. I asked Aunt Song to prepare hangover soup in advance. You can have a bowl of it in the kitchen and go home."

Fan Cheng nodded repeatedly, "Okay, then I'll finish my drink and leave."

Jiang Mian finally brought Ji Zhixiu back to the room.

The man was drunk and smelled of alcohol. Jiang Mian took off her clothes for her and tucked her into the bed.

Just as he was about to get up and wash his hands, his wrist was pulled back.

Jiang Mian was forced to lie on the man's chest and listen to his powerful heartbeat.

A hoarse voice came from the bed above her head, causing ripples in her heart, “My wife..."

Jiang Mian's lips curved, "Are you drunk or not?"

Ji Zhixiu hugged her tightly and said, "I'm not drunk."

Jiang Mian forcefully pushed his big palm away, and their eyes met.

Ji Zhixiu looked at her, narrowed his eyes, and then said in an extremely sure tone, “You are my wife."

Jiang Mian just wanted to say that you are not drunk, so get up and take a shower.

Then I heard the man say, “Let's get married... okay..."

Jiang Mian:......

The man was so entangled that she couldn't move. He turned over and pinned her down, his eyes blazing, “Jiang Mian, I want to marry you."

Jiang Mian was so pressed that he couldn't move. He was angry and funny, "We are already married!"

"Then let me kiss you..." With that, Ji Zhixiu's kiss fell.

When Jiang Mian woke up early the next morning, he saw a rare look of annoyance on Ji Zhixiu's face.

Before she could speak, he said, “No measures were taken last night."

Jiang Mian was quite amused. This man was so confident in himself.

"Do you think you are a missile that is always on target?"

Ji Zhixiu:......

Jiang Mian didn't worry.

Ji Zhixiu seemed to have made up his mind and said seriously, “Don't take medicine, it's not good for your health. If you do, we'll stay."

Jiang Mian responded casually.

A month later, my period did not come as scheduled.

Jiang Mian didn't panic at all. Sometimes her period would be delayed for a few days.

Two months later, my period still hadn’t come.

Jiang Mian was a little confused, he couldn't be so accurate...

This matter bothered her so much that she couldn't work, so Jiang Mian secretly went to the hospital after work.

When Ji Zhixiu went to the old house to pick up his son in the evening, he saw Jiang Mian waiting at the dining table for a long time.

Under the light, the woman's eyebrows were full and she was wearing a French retro oil painting dress that reached her ankles.

She has long hair hanging down to her waist, delicate facial features, and charming little moles on her eyebrows.

She held her chin in one hand and looked at them, “Are you back?"

Both father and son responded in unison.

Jiang Mian smiled, "I have some good news for you."

Hengbao, “Mommy won another award?"

Ji Zhixiu was more perceptive than him, and his eyes first glanced at the checklist on the table.

Their eyes met, and Ji Zhixiu understood in a second that their family was about to welcome a new family member.

At night, Ji Zhixiu held Jiang Mian in his arms.

His brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

Jiang Mian took her cell phone to scroll through Weibo. She didn't get a response for a long time. She raised her head angrily, “Ji Zhixiu! I'm talking to you!"

Ji Zhixiu spoke slowly, “After much thought, I felt that I was drunk that night, but I still opened the drawer subconsciously..."

He has always taken measures, and some things have become instinctive.

Jiang Mian paused with his fingers, blinked, and refused to admit it, “Really? You are drunk. You must have remembered it wrong."

Ji Zhixiu smiled half-heartedly and stared into her eyes, "I'm drunk, not amnesia."

Jiang Mian showed his cards and decided not to pretend anymore.

She turned her head and blew into his ear, her expression extremely seductive and a little proud, “Yes, I did it on purpose, I brought you back."

…

Jiang Mian soon realized that he was wrong. This provocation was simply seeking death.

She rubbed her sore wrists and sobbed softly for the rest of the night.

Ji Zhixiu took the trouble to kiss away the tears on her face over and over again, his voice lingering, “Good boy, stop crying, I was wrong..."