In the days without the torture of the devil Yan Nuohan, Ye Momo's life was peaceful and stable.
During the day, she was at home obediently waiting for Ouyang Meng to come home with the baby in her belly.
At night, she and Ouyang Meng went to work in a bar, she played her favorite mermaid, and Ouyang Meng continued to burn his madness for music.
Her life suddenly became so peaceful, like a lake of holy water in the mountains, without any ripples.
Such calm made Ye Mo feel unreal. She felt that such a peaceful life now was unreal, but the days when Yan Nuohan tortured her felt extremely clear. She didn't understand why.
Touching her not-so-exaggerated belly, this little guy stayed there for more than four months. A strange emotion with great longing for life infected Ye Mo day by day. Now she feels so satisfied:
Wait until you are born, my dear baby!
Ouyang Meng walked out of the slightly small bathroom, wearing only a bath towel.
"I'm done, it's your turn." He sat down on the sofa carelessly. His perfect male body was still dripping with sexy drops of water.
"Oh." Ye Mo stood up slowly. Recently, she has always been slow to respond. I wonder if pregnant women are like this.
Ye Momo was now wearing a large set of pajamas that reached her knees. When she passed Ouyang Meng, her bare calves just touched Ouyang Meng's bare knees, but the two of them didn't feel anything.
It's strange that two people who are so in tune with each other cannot have feelings for each other.
Ouyang Meng glanced at the bathroom door. Through the door made of frosted glass, he could hear the sound of running water inside, accompanied by Ye Momo's slender figure, which most men would have imagined. But Ouyang Meng couldn't do anything.
Link Ye Momo with love and desire.
From the moment he first saw this girl, her face that was almost exactly the same as his mother's made Ouyang Meng include her in his family, so Ouyang Meng was destined to be unable to create sparks with Ye Momo.
Playing with the guitar in his hand, Ouyang Meng concentrated on tuning the guitar for tonight's performance.
Ye Momo still floated out of the bathroom in a slow manner, as if three souls had disappeared.
"I've finished washing, when will I leave?" She was referring to going to the bar to work.
Ouyang Meng lowered his head and continued to tune the guitar.
He said nonchalantly: "You'd better not go. Swimming around in the water with a big belly is not good."
"No, I want to go, and my belly isn't big at all." It's only over four months old, and it's not obvious.
"That's up to you, you're just a fish anyway." Ouyang Meng raised his head and showed a white smile to Ye Momo.
He also said it casually. He had seen Ye Momo look like a fish in the water, as happy as anything. Seeing that she loved that job so much, he couldn't bear to stop her from doing it, even though he couldn't help but worry about her big belly.
Worry.
"Then you pack up, let's go." Ouyang Meng stood up and picked up the things needed for the performance and said.
"Well, it's been fine for a long time."
The two of them turned off the lights in the room, got on the motorcycle, and drove all the way from the dirty alleys to the busiest city center.
There seemed to be a lot more people in the bar tonight than usual.
As usual, Ouyang Meng went to sing first. Ye Momo went to the dressing room first to make preparations before transforming into a mermaid.
It took a lot of effort to put on the mermaid tail. Alas, being a mermaid is really pitiful. The two legs are forced together. However, when I think about it, I can swim in the water soon, and there are so many small fish in my body.
Ye Momo was so happy with running around!!!
The bar was as noisy and wild as usual, but today there was suddenly an unusual smell. A depressing feeling of an approaching rainstorm.
Suddenly feeling uncomfortable breathing in the water, Ye Momo swam to the edge of the glass tank, leaned on the frame of the water tank, and gasped for air.
What's going on? Why do I always feel like something is going to happen today?
Mo Mo glanced around every corner of the bar. Apart from the men who were making noises, there really wasn't anything strange about him. However, Mo Mo still felt like he was being watched and uneasy.
Couldn't it be Yan Nuohan?!
But how could it be Yan Nuohan? He was tired of her as a toy, so they were two people in different worlds.
Shaking his head, Ye Momo slid into the water and continued to act as a mermaid.
Yan Nuohan stared coldly at the woman swimming in the water in the darkest part of the bar. His cold, sculpture-like face had no expression, and bright or dark neon lights were projected on his perfect but lonely body.
He was like a dark messenger sent by hell, cold and silent, and no one could read his emotions at the moment from his face.
Ye Momo, this woman seems to be living a pretty good life!
Getting up, he threw a wad of money to the waiter and left silently.
At this moment, Ye Mo suddenly felt much more relaxed. She really couldn't figure out what happened to her tonight? Are pregnant women so shocked? It seemed like she had to go back and read the book Ouyang Meng bought for her.
A hundred thousand why's for expectant mothers.
The evening's work ended successfully.
Fortunately, the lustful old woman didn't look for him tonight. Ouyang Meng took Ye Momo home happily from get off work.
"How's it going? Today." He put on Ye Momo's helmet as usual.
"Very good, Ouyang Meng, I suddenly want to eat flavored shrimps. I want spicy ones." Like many pregnant women, Ye Momo has suddenly become a 'picky eater'. She has always been particularly fond of spicy food recently.
Ouyang Meng patted Ye Momo's belly.
"My dear daughter, are you going to exhaust your godfather to death? He gave birth in the middle of the night and encouraged your greedy mother to eat flavored shrimp..."
"I want to eat flavored shrimp, I want to eat flavored shrimp" Ye Momo pretended to be coquettish in a child's voice. For some reason, she felt particularly relaxed in front of Ouyang Meng. This big boy seemed to be as kind as her own big brother.
"You are a bad girl, a bad girl." Ouyang Meng simply bent down and seriously teased the child in Mo Mo's belly.
"How can you be so sure it's a girl?"
"Have you ever heard of a sour boy and a spicy girl? Why...don't tell me that you still favor boys over girls."
"No, I like the baby whether it is a boy or a girl, but I just hope he is a boy..."
"Why" What a nice girl.
"Because..." Ye Momo suddenly stopped talking. Because if it is a boy, then the baby will definitely grow up like Yan Nuohan, who will bring disaster to the country and the people. Yan Nuohan, Yan Nuohan, why is he that devil again!!
"What are you thinking about? Get in the car." Ouyang Meng pushed Ye Momo's back.
"Tasty shrimp" a certain woman pouted and lied.
"Am I not taking you there?" Ouyang Meng was angry and funny.
She got into the car silently and contentedly, but suddenly she felt that familiar sense of oppression, and her heart suddenly beat so fast.
She was all too familiar with that feeling, like the calm before the storm. It was the oppression that a man as powerful as an emperor could bring to her.
Her face was pale, and she looked around in fear, her heart beating rapidly.
Then, as she guessed, she saw it. She saw the all-too-familiar black Lincoln parked quietly in a dark corner more than fifty meters away from them like a ghost.
Ye Momo could imagine the cold and majestic face of the man in the car...
"Drive quickly, drive quickly," she urged Ouyang Meng tremblingly.
"What's wrong……"
"Stop asking, just drive away." Ye Mo was so scared that he almost cried.
Ouyang Meng didn't ask any questions and quickly stepped on the accelerator to drive away.