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"Your Highness, don't worry."

That indifferent look, as if he wasn't the one crying at the screen earlier.

Carey smiled softly, "Good boy, the baby is an Omega boy, do you have a name you want to call?"

Ivan let out a "hey" with a slightly raised ending, and lowered his head to think for a while.

When he looked up again, his face suddenly turned red.

"Well... I suddenly thought of a... called Noel, okay? It means Christmas in Latin. Baby, baby is Christmas day..."

He didn't say the rest, his face turned even more red.

Carey smiled and said "um", looked intently at his little friend with a red face, and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you, the baby's name is Noel."

Ivan smiled on his face, two small dimples were deeply embedded in his chubby cheeks, his lips parted, he touched the man's wrist with his fingers, and said, "Husband, you need to come back early."

Sweet and glutinous.

The man nodded, hooked his hands at him, and said, "Baby, put your face here."

Ivan obediently said "Oh", leaned forward slightly, and his ruddy face was pressed against the screen.

Then, on the cheek, where the dimple was, it was lightly burned.

When he came back to his senses, he only saw His Highness in military uniform, who had just returned to normal, looking at him tenderly with a faint smile on his lips.

"Hey, wait for me to come back." His noble Highness said.

The author has something to say: Seeing that everyone likes the name Nuo Er, will use this name for the baby.

Baby Nuoer: Thank you for giving me the name "?( ′???` ) Big Heart"

Chapter 63 Bad News

Since it was found out that she was pregnant, Ivan was completely protected by the palace.The place and time of entry and exit are restricted every day, except for Kerry's castle and the ginkgo grove behind the castle and the Japanese osmanthus garden, no one can go to other places.

Of course, Ivan, who is pregnant with the baby, rarely goes out because of his extreme attachment to pheromones.

In the castle where His Highness usually lives, there are still pheromones left by him when he lived in the past few days.Especially in the bedroom where two people live together, the concentration of pheromone is the highest.

When a pregnant little vampire hides inside, she is the most comfortable, and even feels much better.

Ivan simply moved the easel and paints into His Highness's bedroom, and sat in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows every day, drawing with a pen, usually a whole day.

A full week has passed since His Highness left the palace to go to the battlefield.

Within a week, apart from the seven bags of clothes that His Highness sent someone to bring back, there was no further news.

The young boy in loose home clothes was sitting in front of the half-person-high easel, holding a palette in one hand and a paintbrush in the other.

Sunlight poured in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, shining on his golden curly hair, as if every strand of hair was covered with soft light.

The boy was holding a paintbrush in his hand, but he didn't move for a long time.

The painting in front of him was completed by him in this week: portraits of him and His Highness.

Against the background of the dark blue curtains, the sunlight pierces through the well-cut light holes on the curtains and hits the dark bed.

On the bed, a young man in a white bathrobe was half kneeling on his knees, clutching the button of the man's chest with one hand, and kissing his favorite person with his head up.

His Highness, who was dressed in a princely dress, knelt in front of the boy, wrapped his arms around his waist, bowed his head and looked gentle.

This is a completely realistic work. Just looking at it quietly makes people feel:

The two people in the painting have opened up a world independent of the world on this small drawing paper.And this person, this scene, this hug and kiss, all exist in this world.

The young boy sitting in front of the easel silently looked at the painting in front of him with a pair of blue eyes.

From His Highness's fingers half-holding his waist, to the position where the two embrace each other, to the kiss under the mottled star shadow.

It is clear that the person His Highness is embracing in the painting is himself, but he can't help being jealous.

Jealous of the self in the painting, jealous of the self who hugged and kissed His Highness in the past.

He had unpacked the last package sent by His Highness and placed it on the chair beside him.The smell of pheromone on the clothes is quite strong, and it also has a soothing effect on him, but the thoughts of His Highness are still like bamboo shoots that have grown wildly in just a few days, and they have become as high as towering without knowing it.

He looked at the person in the painting without blinking, wishing he could get in and replace the person embraced by His Highness.

He felt that this was wrong, how could he be jealous of himself, it was too ridiculous, but he couldn't help it.

There was a knock on the door suddenly, and Fern's voice came: "Boss, I'm coming in."

Then, the door opened.

"Boss, you've been in the room for a long time. Shall I go out with you? The sun osmanthus outside has bloomed again, and it smells really good. It's not good for you or your baby to be bored in the room all the time, and it's easy to get prenatal depression."

Fern said, and came into the room.

The blond boy turned his head.

The half-person tall painting behind him fell into the eyes of the little wizard without any cover under this movement.

When Fern saw the so-called "private" painting, he was taken aback immediately.

He quickly closed his eyes and staggered back.

"My god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't see anything!"

If I'm not mistaken, then the big brother and His Highness are kissing in the painting, right?

What's more, the boss of his family is still wearing a bathrobe in the painting... You can guess what scene this painting is about!

The frightened little wizard couldn't wait to poke his eyes: it's terrific!

He felt that even if he wasn't bitten to death by the boss, he would be killed by His Highness!

But the painting was still a blur yesterday, and it was impossible to tell what was painted.

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