Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Dou Qiaoan stared at her stomach, and Meng Yutang seemed to understand something instantly.

She put her hands on her wrists, her face serious.

Dou Qiaoan looked at her and said nothing, until she took off her hand and asked excitedly: "Is it, is it?"

Meng Yutang raised his eyes and looked at her: "Don't talk about it yet."

Dou Qiaoan nodded quickly.

Meng Yutang looked a little pale, and slowly put his hands on his stomach, feeling unreal.

Dou Qiaoan was grinning from ear to ear, she was going to be a godmother!

...

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When the two of them went down, the meal was ready and they were being asked to eat.

There is a large table of dishes, because there are too many people, and the long table cannot sit down, so the children are allowed to sit at the table by themselves.

Dou Qiaoan smiled and pulled Meng Yutang over.

Mo Ting glanced at her, and Lu Zhiqiu looked at her: "Why are you smiling so happily?"

Dou Qiaoan raised her eyebrows: "I won't tell you!"

Look like I know you don't know, Lu Zhiqiu's heart itch, afraid that he won't tell!

"What! Tell me!"

Dou Qiaoan smiled smugly and within two seconds, Meng Yutang beside her suddenly turned around and rushed towards the bathroom.

She tried to hold back, but the reaction was simply unbearable.

The sound of retching came from the bathroom on the first floor.

Zhou Beicheng's complexion changed and he rushed in.

He was terrified, and raised his hand to help her brush her hair: "Where is it uncomfortable?"

He looked at her pale face with distress.

Before Meng Yutang answered, his stomach was churning again and he lay down by the pool and continued to retch.

Zhou Beicheng's hand rested silently on her wrist.

Meng Yutang noticed it and didn't hide, he straightened up and looked at him.

Zhou Beicheng was also startled, his eyes trembled when he saw her pale face.

"Tangtang..."

Meng Yutang looked at him, and the next moment she was hugged horizontally by him.

A group of people who heard the sound stood outside.

Zhou Beicheng walked out with a solemn expression in his arms.

He directly carried the person upstairs.

A group of people wanted to ask, but they didn't dare to say anything, and they didn't dare to catch up.

Only Dou Qiaoan was the calmest in the audience.

She looked at a group of people and sat down to eat calmly. She hadn't eaten in the morning and was hungry.

Mo Ting turned to look at her, finally sat beside her and asked, "What happened?"

She acted like I knew everything.

Seeing him sitting over, Dou Qiaoan couldn't help smiling at him.

"Want to know?"

Mo Ting nodded.

The people around heard it too and came over.

Dou Qiaoan looked at him: "Please beg me, I will tell you."

Mo Ting: "..."

After a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice: "Please."

Dou Qiaoan bit the meat, and heard that a piece of meat got stuck in her throat.

Is there such a beggar?

She coughed, and Mo Ting immediately raised his hand to pat her on the back.

Dou Qiaoan was startled, and immediately swallowed the meat.

Mo Ting never had any physical contact with her, and most of the time she rubbed against her on her own initiative. This was the first time he had actively touched her.

Mo Ting was also taken aback for a moment, and silently withdrew his hand and looked at her.

He looked as if nothing had happened.

Dou Qiao An looked at him with his chin resting on his shoulders: "You're just begging for help."

Mo Ting was taken aback for a moment: "Then how should I ask?"

Dou Qiaoan immediately took out the phone and handed it to him: "WeChat, add it."

"...You don't have my number."

Dou Qiaoan: "That's different."

She leaned closer: "I just want you to give it to me."

"..."

Mo Ting silently added her WeChat and returned it.