Chiffon skirt, shirt.
And of course, a round, big belly.
"Click, click."
Accompanied by the flash, a series of warm and sweet pregnancy photos were freshly developed.
Mo Chuxi touched Yan Xinxin's belly, feeling the little rascal kicking inside from time to time, and felt utterly satisfied and delighted.
"President Mo, have you touched enough?"
At this moment, Yan Xinxin sat on Mo Chuxi's lap, flipping through the newly delivered crystal album.
"Of course not, a lifetime wouldn't be enough."
"What are you saying? Do you mean our baby will stay in my belly for a lifetime? Wouldn't that be more impressive than Nezha?"
"Of course, my son Mo Chuxi is extraordinary."
The man boasted shamelessly and proudly.
Yan Xinxin put away the album and slowly stood up.
"It's almost time for work; I need to get downstairs to work. The jewelry exhibition is in a couple of days, and it's the first exhibition I've co-planned with my master. I want to achieve a perfect score!"
