He let her lean against him comfortably. Seeing how leisurely and contented Ziyu was at this time, he couldn't help but a gentle look in his eyes and the corner of his mouth slightly raised as he asked.
"Of course, it's rare to make bait with you once." He smiled and turned to look at Beiming Changfeng. Ziyu put an orange in his hand into Beiming Changfeng's mouth.
You can imagine the taste of green oranges.
Even though Bei Ming Changfeng was a calm person, he frowned slightly because of the sourness of the orange, which made Ziyu laugh.
Seeing this, Beiming Changfeng reached out and rubbed Ziyu's head: "Don't be too smart."
Hearing this, Ziyu spread his hands and said, "You are a born genius, there is nothing you can do about it."
The proud look made Beiming Changfeng feel comfortable in his heart and eyes. He liked Ziyu's self-satisfied attitude.
"Then don't use your brain." After rubbing Ziyu's head, Beiming Changfeng knocked Ziyu's head and ordered.
"Why?" Ziyu immediately turned to look at Beiming Changfeng, and said with surprise: "You want me to follow the example of a pig, sleep after eating, eat after sleeping, and do nothing without thinking about anything? How come you have a brain?
what?"
Beiming Changfeng reached out and took out a piece of orange and stuffed it into Ziyu's mouth, and said sternly: "It is forbidden to use your brain too much during pregnancy, otherwise the child will not be smart."
Such an unreasonable reason made Ziyu's eyes widen immediately: "Are you kidding me?"
Bei Ming Changfeng's eyes widened, as if you've ever seen me joking before.
"No way." Ziyu was stunned. Is there such a saying? "Who said that?"
"That's what I said." He said confidently.
Ziyu was momentarily speechless.
Looking at Beiming Changfeng's confident expression, Ziyu twitched the corners of his mouth, reached out and touched his forehead for a while, silently peeled off a piece of orange and stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it.
She lost when she competed with Beiming Changfeng.
How could she compete with Beiming Changfeng? Alas, the old saying is true. If you compete with your wife's husband during pregnancy, you have nothing to say and you lose.
"Okay, I won't use my brain anymore. I'll leave all my intelligence to my son." With a sigh, Ziyu peeled off a green-skinned orange again, divided the flesh into two halves, and stuffed half into his mouth in large chunks.
, turned around halfway and stuffed it into Bei Ming Changfeng's mouth.
"I won't eat it." Beiming Changfeng refused. He didn't like eating this kind of fruit, and besides, it was a green orange that was better than vinegar.
Ziyu held the green orange and looked at Beiming Changfeng with a more confident expression than Beiming Changfeng just now: "A sour son and a spicy girl, you have to eat more sour food to give birth to a son."
"I don't mind men and women." Beiming Changfeng looked serious.
No matter whether Ziyu gave birth to a son or a daughter, he liked it equally, so he didn't care whether it was a son or a daughter, as long as it was Ziyu's.
"I care." Ziyu raised his eyebrows and stuffed the orange into Beiming Changfeng's mouth: "Are you going to eat it or not?"
Does Ziyu care whether the first child is a son or a daughter?
Beiming Changfeng was slightly surprised. In his opinion, Ziyu shouldn't be a person who cares about whether he is carrying a son or a daughter?
I was slightly surprised in my heart, but this is not an issue that can be tangled up in. What should be tangled up in is: "You are pregnant, not me."
Sour children and spicy girls are talking about the taste of pregnant women, right? Those who like sour foods during pregnancy will give birth to sons, and those who like spicy food will give birth to daughters. What does this have to do with whether they eat sour oranges?