Sitting in the car, Leng Zimo naturally wrapped his arm around Luo Xiaoqian’s waist as she leaned in, resting her face on his shoulder. One hand carefully stretched to his back, gently supporting him.
"What happened with the gunshot?"
"At that time, Luo Ke wanted to shoot Jiao Yang. My heart was in a rush, so I shielded him from the bullet." Leng Zimo lowered his head, kissing her hair, "Xiao Qian, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have taken the risk, but this was something I had to do."
Luo Xiaoqian nodded gently, "I understand."
This incident arose because of her, and Jiao Yang had done so much for them. These things were expected.
If she had been there, she would undoubtedly have done the same thing.
Afraid her emotions were too intense, Leng Zimo immediately changed the topic, "Tomorrow, the wedding dress will arrive. I can’t wait to see you in it. This time, the dress has been redesigned and is even more beautiful than the sample you saw before."
"I’ve gained so much weight now, will it still fit?" Luo Xiaoqian asked softly.
Leng Zimo chuckled softly, his large hand landed on her delicate side face, "If this counts as gaining weight, how will other women live?"
At this time, Luo Xiaoqian was only two months pregnant. The baby was far from developed, showing no signs of pregnancy at all, so how could she be fat?
Luo Xiaoqian also laughed, gently stroking her still flat belly with her palm, "Don’t look at it not being obvious now. In four months, my stomach will balloon like a rising balloon."
Leng Zimo reached over, gently placing his palm on her belly, "When that time comes, I want to see with my own eyes how it balloons up!"
Neither of them spoke again, but their palms naturally intertwined, fingers interlocked, palm to palm.
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Hospital.


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