Finally, Little Fatty, who kept urging the Lu family to give birth to a daughter so that he could have a wife, was taken away by his parents.
After Little Fatty was taken away, Lu Moqing got up and walked over to Qiao Xu with a leisurely stride. He looked at her blushing face and gently touched her cheek with a sly smile, saying:
"Wife, our son already has a daughter-in-law, we can't let other people's sons be bachelors, so why don't we..."
Before Lu Moqing could finish his sentence, Qiao Xu kicked him hard in the shin, "The games are about to start, go line up."
"So, my suggestion just now..."
Lu Moqing was persistent, his wife was rarely shy, so he had to seize the opportunity.
Qiao Xu gave a cold glance at the expectation in his eyes, sneering, "If you want to give birth to a daughter, go ahead. I'm not stopping you. Why are you asking me?"
Then, she took her son and hurried to line up.