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Chapter 886

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Thus, she didn't dare to show her displeasure and could only carefully protect Han Linkai.

Han Zhuoli glanced at her and stuffed the baby into Xia Yixin's arms. Then, he took Lu Man to sit down.

Lu Man didn't know whether to laugh or cry as she glared at him. "He's still young!"

She couldn't even hug a little baby?

Of course, Lu Man knew what Han Zhuoli meant by taking the little dumpling away.

"You can only hug one man, me," Han Zhuoli said matter-of-factly. He didn't blush or feel guilty at all.

Lu Man looked at him. Just a moment ago, he looked so mature and steady. Now, he had suddenly become so childish.

But she found him adorable no matter how she looked at him.

Usually, when he protected her, he was like a hero that she had fantasized about countless times in her mind.

He stood tall and protected her from behind, protecting her safety.

He allowed her to fly and fight freely. He didn't restrain her at all. He allowed her to boldly experiment. It didn't matter if she caused trouble. He would follow closely behind and help her settle it.

If someone bullied her, he would immediately appear to protect her and help her take revenge.

If no one bullied her, she would continue to be a queen.

He simply spoiled her like a fox borrowing the tiger's might to bully others.

But such a steady man was actually throwing a childish tantrum at this moment.

Lu Man quietly held Han Zhuoli's arm. Afraid that others would hear, she whispered, "What if we have a son in the future? I want to hug him. "

He couldn't be jealous of his own son.

Han Zhuoli had thought about this a long time ago. "Just for a while. If you want to feed him, squeeze some milk out first, then pour it into a bottle for him to drink. "

Anyway, they couldn't touch him directly.

Lu Man: "…"

She had only asked that question. She didn't expect Han Zhuoli to actually answer it seriously.

She hadn't even thought about breastfeeding. Han Zhuoli had actually thought so far ahead!

Hearing what he said, she couldn't help but think of that scene. Lu Man couldn't bear to look at that scene.

She hurriedly shook her head to get rid of the image. Her face was flushed red. "Why did you even think of this!"

Han Zhuoli raised his eyebrows. "So you've even thought of bearing my child?"

Lu Man: "…"

She didn't think too much about it. She just made an analogy accidentally.

Now that he thought about it, he realized that he had really … taken the initiative …

It was as if she had thought about it a long time ago.

However, although Lu Man hadn't thought about it carefully, he always felt that it was better to let nature take its course.

It was like letting nature take its course and getting engaged to Han Zhuoli before marrying him.

As for pregnancy, she would let nature take its course.

He did not deliberately avoid it, nor did he deliberately pursue it.

When it should come, it will come.

If it came, he would give birth. If it didn't, he would wait patiently.

Therefore, she felt that pregnancy and childbirth were natural things that would happen sooner or later.

She wanted to bear a child for Han Zhuoli, and only for him.

Ever since she got together with Han Zhuoli, she had never thought of anything else.

Therefore, to her, having a child had always been a very normal thing. She had never deliberately thought about it, so she just blurted it out.

Old Mrs. Han saw that Han Zhuoli and Lu Man were whispering about something that made Lu Man's face turn red.

Old Mrs. Han was curious and couldn't help but ask, "Zhuoli, what are you talking about? You made Man Man's face turn red. "

Lu Man's face instantly turned even redder. Han Zhuoli said without changing his expression, "We're talking about having a child."

Lu Man: "…"

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