A light kick! The charming man moved a few more times.

He kicked Huo Muchen's palm twice and stopped moving.

"You really know how to pick the right moment and don't sell it to your mother to save face.

Wait until you come out and see how I beat you.

I can’t kill you.”

The pleaser didn't move anymore.

Huo Muchen frowned, pressed his head against his belly, and said slowly: "When I ask you to move, you don't move.

When you are not allowed to move, you try your best to move.

Are you deliberately making Ci Bao worried?"

The pleaser moved twice more, as if he heard a threat.

Because Huo Muchen applied special olive oil to her every night, there was not a single stretch mark on her fair belly.

Huo Muchen stared at his belly for a while.

The belly becomes bulging from time to time, with a small bulge bulging out.

Fetal movements were particularly frequent and obvious.

Song Ci didn't notice at all, rubbed against the heat source, hugged his thigh, tilted his head and fell asleep.

All fetal movements were missed perfectly.

Huo Muchen's handsome and stern face darkened a few more degrees. He picked up the olive oil, stroked Song Ci's belly, and said in a low voice: "If you move too much, you will be beaten when you come out, do you understand?"

Pleasant Jing: "..." Sure enough, he stopped moving! "Heh."

Huo Muchen took out the instrument from the drawer, briefly checked Song Ci's body, and then checked the fetal heart rate. He found that the vitality of Tou Renjing was extremely tenacious, so he stopped caring about Tou Renjing and hugged Song Ci as he fell asleep.

Song Ci learned shooting for several days in Chaomu Juli until he learned it well. Even if he couldn't hit the target with perfect accuracy, he was still better than the average person.

Huo Muchen saw that she hit the target and walked over to guide her: "It's better to hold this kind of sniper rifle, otherwise you will get hurt, so take your time."

"I will take my time. Has Jiang Jincheng called you in the past few days?"

"No, Qin Yan is responsible."

Huo Muchen took out a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped the sweat on her forehead, "Are you tired, huh?"

"No."

Song Ci shook his head, "I'm just curious as to why Qin Yan still keeps Jiang Jincheng. I sent a message to Xu Xingchen, and Xu Xingchen said that Jiang Jincheng would be strangled immediately, but I haven't heard any news about Jiang Jincheng's death yet."

She raised her head and said, "Am I being a little cruel? I want Jiang Jincheng to die so much without caring about Xiaojiu's feelings. After all, that is the only relative she has left."

"No, you will be punished if you do something wrong. My baby is so cute, how can he be cruel?"

Huo Muchen put it under her armpit and placed it on his thigh. He circled her slim waist with one hand and held the rice bowl and chopsticks with the other hand, "Open your mouth."

Song Ci opened his mouth to bite the shrimp meat and muttered, "I just don't know what will happen to Jiang Jincheng?"

As she said that, she didn't want to eat. She turned around and lay on Huo Muchen's shoulder, saying gloomily: "I can't eat."

"Um?"

"Poor appetite."

She has been restless these past few days, and is increasingly worried about the semen in her stomach.

Not once did the fetus move in her belly.

She was worried that the sperm would be deprived of oxygen, or that the umbilical cord would be wrapped around her neck.

At the end of her mind, she bit her lip and rubbed his cheek: "Husband."

"Um?"

Huo Muchen put down his rice bowl and patted her shoulder again and again, "Cibao, what happened to you that you didn't tell me?"

"That's it..." Song Ci leaned against him, the corners of his eyes turning red, "It's been four months and he hasn't moved in my stomach once. Am I worried about lack of oxygen?

It makes him uncomfortable in my belly."

"That's it?

Xiaoci, don't worry, I've checked the fetal heart rate every night after you go to bed, and there's nothing wrong with it."

Huo Muchen stroked her cheek with his fingers, slowly moving down inch by inch.

He didn't tell Xiao Ci that Tony Renjing would move every night when she was sleeping and he was checking her body.

Especially when he gently soothed her belly with his palm, her little feet would kick twice at his palm.

Fetal movements are relatively frequent and she is lively and active.

And...he is a people-pleaser who doesn't give a shit about face at all.

"Really?"

Song Ci frowned unconsciously, lowered his head, and secretly lifted up his shirt to see if there was any movement in his belly.

"Don't make trouble."

It wasn't like they were the only ones at hand, so Song Ci went to pull up his shirt, surprising Huo Muchen.

He hurriedly pulled down his shirt and said, "I'm catching a cold."

"I just took a sneak peek to see if he was moving.

I don’t feel close to him at all, maybe he will compete with me for favor after he comes out.”

Song Ci said.

"Can he compete with you?

My heart is with you, be good and don't think too much, I will take you to choose a place after dinner."

Huo Muchen stroked her hair with his big hands, and coaxed and lied, promising that he would let the seductress move in her stomach twice before feeding her a bowl of rice.

Song Ci couldn't eat much every time she ate, and the morning sickness in her early pregnancy was not found in her.

But it also made Song Ci's role gradually transform into that of a new mother.

Her eyes, which had never been pure and cunning, now exuded a gentle maternal light.

"Let's go. To learn long-range shooting, you need to choose the best and most suitable shooting location."

Huo Muchen said.

After the explanation, Huo Muchen first demonstrated.

He did not wear the usual suit and trousers when he went out today, but wore a black combat uniform, which outlined his slender figure. His posture when holding the gun was more casual. He chose the location casually and demonstrated directly.

Song Ci saw a rare wild and bloodthirsty atmosphere in Huo Muchen.

How did Huo Muchen spend those years overseas?

Why are you so skilled at these things?

Just when she was distracted by her thoughts, Huo Muchen's call made her heart skip a beat.

She raised her head and saw Huo Muchen leaning against the big tree, smiling at her: "Xiao Ci, come here."

Song Ci walked over, took the sniper rifle in his hand, and asked with an impassive expression: "Brother Shen, you are overseas, are you just working with it?"

Not many people attended the Song Dynasty Ci Party, and even fewer watched it.

But after a few days of contact, her keen and sensitive mind realized that Huo Muchen relied on the gadgets in his hands to survive overseas.

Who wants to hunt down Huo Muchen?

"It doesn't count, it doesn't count."

Huo Muchen didn't know how to lie. He grabbed her wrist, pulled her behind a tree, and taught her earnestly: "In the future, when chatting with acquaintances, you should stand in a hidden place.

Also, you can't leave Chaomu Residence for a while, after all, there will be danger outside.

Unless I take you out."

The sun above my head is so fierce that it cannot be blocked by the leaves.

She said slowly without changing her expression: "You said that the person who caused your car accident overseas was Da Fang, but since you later cleaned up Da Fang, why are you so familiar with these things?"

When Huo Muchen heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows: "Little thing, are you starting to test me?"

"I just doubt that the person who supports Dafang to assassinate you is the mastermind behind it?"
Chapter completed!