Xiao Yingying blinked her dark eyes, but her delicate little face looked thoughtful.
"What are you thinking about? You little fool is indeed a little fool. No wonder you followed that guy Shu Jingrong. Your brain must be out of control. Leave now, or you won't even have anything to eat later."
Sanmao, who had been with He Lianying all day long, grabbed her hand and walked inside, muttering to herself as he walked.
He Lianying blinked with shining eyes and stretched out her hand to tug Sanmao's hand.
"What's wrong? Can't walk?"
Xiao Yingying shook her head, looked at Shu Jingrong who had already walked in, and asked doubtfully: "Isn't she pregnant?"
Sanmao: "..."
Comrade Sanmao was instantly confused!
What kind of situation is this, and what kind of conjecture is this?
Sanmao, the young mythical beast who had never experienced anything like this before, stiffened for a long time before hesitatingly said: "What do you mean she is pregnant? Shu Jingrong, you are talking about her? How do you know she is pregnant?"
Pregnancy means having a child, it means Shu Jingrong is no longer alone, it means that he will have a baby to play with in the future...
Various images of babies floated in Sanmao's mind, and his delicate little face was almost wrinkled into a ball.
From his expression to the stiffness of his body, everything deeply expressed his inner struggle at this time.
He Lianying looked at him and said: "She really felt like vomiting just now, it was not a lie, and she has eaten a lot and slept a lot recently... I remember hearing that pregnant people are like this."
Xiao Yingying's face was expressionless and serious, but there was still some doubt in her eyes.
Sanmao twisted his neck in slow motion, looked into the inn, opened his mouth for a while and then murmured: "Well, let's not talk nonsense about uncertain things. Let's go in and eat."
The two of them also walked into the inn. At this time, several people had sat down at several tables.
Quan Shaohuang and Shu Jingrong were naturally at the same table, and even Tianqi, a few light bulbs who didn't know how to appreciate it, joined them. In the end, Lian Fengyang, who was accompanying him, and Zongzheng Wenyue, the charming Zongzheng family, also ran over.
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In the end, several tables had to be put together directly, and a group of people sat together.
On the other side, Zhao Xinyu sat with Shu Yuxin, Ye Tianzhan, Gu Yuehua, Xu Lin and others.
San Mao dragged He Lianying in and naturally occupied the seat next to Emperor Quan Shao. Zhong Lifeng, who was originally sitting there, was directly pushed to the other side by Comrade San Mao.
San Mao and He Lianying sat down.
Then the two people's eyes were fixed on Shu Jingrong, their eyes were serious with contemplation, contemplation with suspicion, suspicion with confusion, confusion with curiosity, curiosity with vigilance...
Oh, these are the tangled facial expressions of Comrade Sanmao. Master Ying maintained an exquisite expressionless face from beginning to end.
Shu Jingrong touched her cheek and said with a smile: "Sanmao, what's your expression? You're staring at me with hatred and bitterness. And Xiao Yingying, why are you always staring at me? What's on my face?
Is it possible that the flowers are so attractive?"
Sanmao snorted coldly: "You look at yourself in the mirror every day. Don't you know what you look like? That's what attracts pigs!"
"Snapped!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the little pig sitting on the table kicked up a plate of soy sauce, adding a little more color to his silver robe.
