452: C452 Fine Thoughts

C452 Fine Thoughts

Bai Youyou nodded, "It looks good. "

Ye Mingchen chuckled and slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. A warmth that he had never felt before enveloped him. Perhaps this was the feeling of home.

He thought to himself, thinking about the family environment played on television. At least, he had never felt it before. Grandfather Ye was good to him, but he did not care about it in the slightest. Instead, he strictly required it to be good.

Until now, he was in his thirties.

He finally felt how nice it was to have a home.

Bai Youyou pursed her lips and the curve of her lips was just right. When she lowered her head, she was carrying two babies' stomachs.

The babies seemed to be able to feel their parents' good mood and moved very respectfully. Ye Mingchen felt the movement. He was delighted and immediately leaned over to look. He touched Bai Youyou's stomach and the smile on his face was like that of a pure child.

This was still not enough. Bai Youyou clearly felt the uneasiness in her heart.

She could also look at her own condition. It was not that Ye Mingchen was not good to her, but that her mental state made her not satisfied.

This was not good. Not only would it affect her, it would also affect Ye Mingchen and the unborn child in her womb.

But. . .

Could she really accept isolation treatment?

Bai Youyou did not sleep well that night. She looked at the sleeping Ye Mingchen and could not help kissing his face again and again.

Then, she carefully laid down.

Whether or not she could treat him peacefully depended on whether she could give up her current warmth and let go of everything to treat him.

The next day, Ye Mingchen was left at home by Bai Youyou. Bai Youyou's condition was something he had never seen before.

She would act like a spoiled child and ask him with her eyes wide open. "Can you stay at home today?"

He wanted to refuse. There was still an important meeting in the company, but Ye Mingchen nodded at the pair of watery eyes. Silently changing into his suit, he wore the black shirt Bai Youyou bought for him and stayed at home.

She quite liked to see him wearing a black shirt. Even when she watched television, she would occasionally turn her head to take a look.

Ye Mingchen's face carried a mocking smile as he blocked in front of the television. He let Bai Youyou look straight at her and deliberately used a low and sexy voice to ask her, "Have you watched enough?"

Bai Youyou seemed to have been electrocuted by a tiny electric current. Her body was numb and numb. She looked at Ye Mingchen without blinking and observed his body from top to bottom.

The upper half of his body was a perfect inverted triangle shape. He looked skinny when he was wearing clothes, and he looked like he had meat when he took off his clothes.

She had seen it before. . .

Her legs were long and strong, and her body was in a perfect golden ratio.

In the modeling industry, this figure was one of the world's most famous ones.

Therefore, although Ye Mingchen was not in the entertainment industry, the paparazzi paid no less attention to him than the A-list male celebrities. Most of it was because of his face and figure. After all, many infatuated girls were holding their phones and waiting to be fed.

Paparazzi had to adhere to professional ethics, take more photos, and find all kinds of materials.

Bai Youyou originally raised her smile, but the corners of her mouth slowly sank. Her long curly eyelashes covered her eyes and cast a shadow. She could not see the emotions inside.

Ye Mingchen also wanted to tease her, but he felt that she was not happy. He immediately walked to her side and asked, "What's wrong?"

Bai Youyou's entire body trembled. She suddenly lifted her hands and wrapped them around his neck. She hugged him tightly as if she had found something that she had lost for many years.

She used a lot of force.2

Ye Mingchen almost suffocated, but he did not remind her. He only raised his hand and patted Bai Youyou's back to comfort her.

"It's alright, don't be afraid. "

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