A thin ray of sunlight slanted into the restaurant, reflecting warm light on the tabletop.
"Pfft -" Shen Mengni spat out a mouthful of sandwich and cursed, "The chef's hand is broken, or his taste buds have failed. Can't he even make such a childish food? He can't even add basic seasonings, Why are you being a chef? You can go back and play house with the kindergarten children!"
The chef felt so wronged, "Miss Shen, this is what the young master specially told me!"
"Ah?" Shen Mengni's face froze and she turned to look at Nangong Han.
Nangong Han nodded, keeping his gaze on the newspaper in his hand, picked up the coffee, and took a sip.
Shen Mengni looked embarrassed and laughed twice, "Haha... No wonder I think this sandwich tastes so special. It has less salt and oil and is good for your health." Then she took a few more bites, as if she had swallowed poison, with a look of pain on her face. But still have to swallow it.
Xiang Yimo glanced at Nangong Han secretly, seized the opportunity, and poured the seafood porridge into the trash can.
"If you pour one bowl, you will be punished by ten bowls!"
Xiang Yimo's hand trembled, and the porcelain bowl slipped from her hand and fell into the trash can. She pursed her lips and turned her head timidly, "Am I going to be punished with ten bowls?"
"What do you think?" A lazy voice floated up.
Xiang Yimo gave him a blank look, "It's tasteless, I won't eat it!"
"Then you want me to feed you personally?" Nangong Han emphasized the word "feed"!
The past was unbearable to look back on, and the scene of being bullied by him yesterday appeared before her eyes. Xiang Yimo swallowed her anger and grabbed two green matcha-flavored macarons, "No need! I'll eat this!"
You need to control your salt intake. The salty food has no taste now, so it’s time to eat dessert!
Xiang Yimo took one bite and spit it out, "Why isn't this sweet?" Without the sweetness, the matcha flavored macarons are no different from eating raw tea leaves.
"Prevent gestational diabetes!" Nangong Han said quietly.
Why does Xiang Yimo feel that being pregnant is more difficult than being in jail?
Slender green-white fingers slowly crawled on the table. Xiang Yimo secretly moved Nangong Han's coffee over and took a sip. She originally wanted to use sweet coffee to dilute the taste of tea in her mouth, but the bitter taste instantly It filled the mouth and spit it out directly with a "poof".
"Bitter, so bitter..."
“Can black coffee not be bitter?”
"Why don't you add sugar?"
"With you!"
These two faint words, for some reason, made Xiang Yimo feel warm in his heart when he heard them.
Nangong Han put down the newspaper in his hand, slowly ate the tasteless omelette on the plate, and drank the tasteless seafood porridge elegantly.
"Alas..." Xiang Yimo lamented, "It would be great if you could get pregnant!"
"Pfft--" This time, Nangong Han spit out the food calmly.
A good breakfast turned into a spraying session.
"This afternoon, the yoga teacher will teach you yoga for pregnant women, tomorrow the piano teacher will teach you prenatal music, and the day after tomorrow it will be belly dancing..."
Xiang Yimo's moist and bright eyes widened little by little, and her eyeballs were about to fall off, "What do you mean, do you think I am too leisurely, so you recruited elites to torture me?"
"Of course my, Nangong Han's child must be the best among the best!"
"With my genes, it won't be bad!" Xiang Yimo pouted, counting on her fingers what she would be busy with next, "I also need to complete the graduation thesis defense, so that I can graduate smoothly, and, I I still owe kaicilin a lot of design drafts. Next, there is a top jewelry design competition, and I want to participate..."
"Everything is cancelled. Let's raise the baby at home with peace of mind!" Nangong Han's tone was firm and there was no room for resistance. "You have gestational hypertension, don't even think about running around!" Nangong Han stood up, and Butler He immediately put on his coat for him. .
"But……"
Nangong Han leaned over and pecked her on the mouth, "No but! You don't need to be a strong professional woman now, but you need to be a good and competent mother!" After saying that, he walked out of the restaurant.
"It tastes really bad!" Shen Mengni complained as soon as Nangong Han left, she vomited it out.
"This is food for pregnant women. Actually, you don't need to eat it!"
With just one sentence, Shen Mengni's complexion suddenly changed, turning dark and blue.
The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out the bright sunshine outside.
The room was dark, the air was turbid, and there was an air of ambiguity that could not be resolved. The floor was in a mess, with pieces of clothing scattered around. The snow-white mattress was messy and full of wrinkles.
Masako was lying on the bed, her smooth back covered with bright red bruises, her hair was messy, and the corners of her eyes were still stained with tears.
Ji Zhan hugged Masako, his cold eyes cast a cold light in the dark light, his brows were furrowed, and there was sullenness on his face. He couldn't figure out what was so good about Chu Zhanjin and why Masako was so devoted to him. , in order to help him obtain information about his brother, he did not hesitate to commit himself to him.
Ji Zhanxuan clearly knew that what he was holding now was a body, and his soul was already in Chu Zhanjin's body. Since he couldn't win her heart no matter how hard he tried, it would be good to get her body.
Big palms covered her back, and the rough palm lines rubbed her smooth and fair skin.
Masako suddenly woke up, and then pushed Ji Zhan away, "I have agreed to your conditions, now you can tell me the whereabouts of Xiao Min!"
"No hurry, no hurry..." Ji Zhanxuan slowly approached her, "Let's be gentle..."
Masako moved to the bed, "If you are still a man, you should keep your word!"
Ji Zhanxuan snorted and curled his lips, "I've been satisfied all night, can you treat me better?"
"I have a very good attitude towards the man who forces me!" Masako smiled sarcastically, "What, you want to go back on your word?"
"Xiaomin now..." He deliberately prolonged his tone.
"Where is he?" Masako asked him eagerly.
"Of course in the hospital bed!" Seeing her nervous look, Ji Zhanxuan couldn't help but tease her a little, and then burst into laughter.
"Pa!" Masako slapped him mercilessly and cursed angrily through gritted teeth: "Bitch man! You are the most shameless and disgusting man I have ever seen!"