In the master bedroom, Su Xiaoying was placed on the soft bed. Just as she was about to get up, Feng Sinan’s tall and handsome body pressed down on her.
He placed his wide palm on her slightly protruding lower abdomen and gently rubbed it. “Son, do you Miss Daddy?”
When Su Xiaoying was pregnant with Little Nini, she was pregnant for ten months and could not see his figure at all. This was the so-called widowed marriage.
Now that she was pregnant with this second child, Feng Sinan gently covered her body and talked to the baby in her stomach, which made su xiaoying absent-minded for a while.
At this moment, su xiaoying’s slightly protruding lower abdomen was kicked, and the baby moved.
“Why is your stomach moving? is our son moving inside?”
Feng Sinan’s palm was firmly kicked by the little baby inside. He immediately raised his deep and narrow eyes and looked at Su xiaoying underneath him. His handsome eyes were overflowing with faint joy and joy.