Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1772

The night was deep, and the bamboo outside the window was swaying in the wind. It was already the deep winter season. The weather was cold, and at night, she needed a warm blanket to sleep. The bathrobe came out with long hair, which had just been washed, but it was not convenient for her to dry it herself. The man sat on the sofa and saw her come out. He immediately got up and walked in front of her. As she saw her hair tip dripping, she quickly took over the towel in her hand and wiped it clean for her.

Alvina Miller enjoyed this moment of peace the most. She lazily leaned on the chair beside her and slightly raised her head. Her long hair fell out. The man took the hair dryer and gently tried on her long black hair As he looked at her slightly closed eyes, the man's thin lips lifted lightly, and he could not help but possess a kiss at the corner of her mouth.

Alvina Miller's crystal clear eyes instantly opened, and when she saw the man's gentle and smiling mouth, she immediately dissatisfied, "Why did you steal my kiss?"

"I still need a reason to kiss you?" The man raised his eyebrows, feeling that her words made him unhappy.

Alvina Miller nodded: "Of course, even though I'm your wife, after you have to ask me, I promise you to kiss me. You have to respect me."

Joseph Grant immediately smiled helplessly, shook his head, and did not dare to answer the words.

"What are you laughing at? I'll let you hold me tonight. You won't even agree."

"I didn't want to, I didn't dare." Joseph Grant explained with a low smile.

"Why didn't you dare? I won't do anything to you." Alvina Miller was still unhappy.

"I'm afraid I won't care about you. You're in a special period now," Joseph Grant explained patiently.

"Don't worry, I'm not so delicate." Alvina Miller felt that she was walking fast and did not feel that she could not do anything about pregnancy. .

"I've heard that in July and August and September, you're not that comfortable." Joseph Grant also paid attention to some considerations for a woman's pregnancy. She knew that when she was eight or nine months old, she would become very tired.

Alvina Miller nodded. "I know, don't worry, I can get over it."

Joseph Grant looked at her with such a firm expression, half pained and half worried.

The man's fingers wandered gently through her hair. After a short while, her long hair dries up. Alvina Miller was a little tired. She thought of going to lie on the bed. He looked at the man in surprise. "Won't you warm my bed again?"

The man's handsome face flashed with embarrassment and said lowly, "I know you're afraid of the cold, so I sat on the bed for a while."

"Joseph, you're a perfect husband. After I want to marry you, I won't fall in love with others anymore, you're too good." Alvina Miller said with a grin as he lay down under the blanket. Happy.

Joseph Grant sighed and laughed: "Do you really plan to leave a path for yourself to find your second spring?"

"No, I don't have the time to think about it now. I'm counting on it every day. Oh, the little thing kicked me, did he not let me do bad things?" 'S little kick kicked her belly a little.

Joseph Grant immediately walked over and directly into the bedclothes, then into her robe, sticking to her slightly tensed belly, it felt like the little guy was very active and moving around.

Going downstairs, he took a bottle of water from the fridge and warmed up the milk while unscrewing a few mouthfuls.

Alvina Miller had already taken out her phone to check what had happened just now. This turned out to be a normal phenomenon. Many mothers of mine have encountered this kind of thing, but this still needs special attention. It was not very good to the children.

Joseph Grant went upstairs and sent the milk to her hand. She told her to look less at her phone and go to take a bath.

Alvina Miller put down her phone, drank half a cup of milk, and drank a few more saliva. She stretched out and indented the blanket. At night, she had a dream.

In her dream, she held a little boy, who suddenly let go of her grip and ran to the front, holding a man's hand and shouting at his father.

Alvina Miller walked over with a smile on her face, and saw that man squatted down, hugged her child, said something good, and then turned to look at Alvina Miller.

When Alvina Miller saw her face, she took two steps back in shock. It was not Joseph Grant.

How could this be? How could her child be called another man's father?

She immediately woken up, opened her eyes, and found that the man was beside her, placing a hand gently on her chest.

Alvina Miller touched her forehead. Fortunately, it was a dream. Otherwise, Joseph Grant should be chasing her in her dreams.