"Oh, hello!" Ziyin didn't know what to do, the woman called away first, "If there is a way, why are you stuck at the door!"

Fu Yuan'er's eyes lit up, this woman is Yan Yan!

She said before that she would meet in two days, but she didn't expect to meet here.

Zi Yin also recognized Yan Yan, and immediately covered her belly with her hand, with an uncomfortable expression on her face.

Yan Yan glanced at her disapprovingly, "Why, are you constipated?"

Fu Yuan'er almost didn't laugh out loud.

"I'm pregnant." Zi Yin raised his face.

Fu Yuaner really admired her face and could say that the fake was true.

"Oh," Yan Yan agreed, "then you don't want to take care of the baby at home, why do you come here?"

Zi Yin looked proudly: "Zi and brother said he would bring me here."

Yan Yan pretended to have a surprised look: "Cheng Zitong is crazy, running around with a pregnant woman, in case something happens, he is not afraid that the child's father will trouble him!"

Zi Yin sneered triumphantly: "Miss Yan, didn't Fu Yuan'er tell you? My child's father is Cheng Zitong."

Yan Yan glanced at Ziyin in shock, then suddenly she raised her hand and slapped her face unceremoniously on Ziyin's face.

With a "pop", it was so loud that Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but twitch her shoulders twice.

Zi Yin covered her face, frightened and angry: "You...you hit me!"

A lot of movement attracted the women who came to the bathroom.

"You're the one who beat you!" Yan Yan yelled angrily: "Shamelessly being a junior, you have to suffer such consequences!"

Zi Yin was speechless for a while.

Everyone pointed at Ziyin, and their attitude towards Xiaosan was very consistent.

Yan Yan wanted to add fuel to the fire and say something, Fu Yuaner pulled her up and left.

"Why don't you let me continue to scold her?" Yan Yan complained to Fu Yuaner after the two came to the corridor. "She dared to pretend to be pregnant in front of me, so I dared to scold her for pretending to have a miscarriage."

Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but feel strange, "How can you be sure that she is pretending to be pregnant."

Isn't this nonsense? With her understanding of Cheng Zitong, she would rather disuse herself than behave like other women.

But she didn't say this, only said: "He dares to betray you, I was the first to let him practice the Sunflower Collection."

Fu Yuan'er laughed, her sisters dare to say anything.

"Don't bother to laugh, talk about what's going on." Yan Yan asked.

Fu Yuan'er dragged her to a quiet corner of the corridor, confirmed that there was no one around, and then told her about her plan.

After listening, Yan Yan shook her head, "Yuan'er, I really can't compare to you. Every time you fall in love with someone, you are so heartbroken."

No wonder Ji Senzhuo will look back.

Fu Yuanerhan said, "You praise me or hurt me."

"By the way, why did you come here," she then asked, "who did you come with?"

Yan Yan was about to answer when her mobile phone rang.

She leaned to the side and answered a call, and then hurriedly said hello to Fu Yuan'er: "I have come here beforehand. I will see you at the venue later."

Fu Yuan'er was not allowed to ask anything, she ran away quickly.

Fu Yuan'er had no choice but to move on alone.

Suddenly, a familiar faint fragrance filled the air.

She couldn't help stopping, and looked around with anticipation, but there was no familiar figure before and after the corridor.

She pursed her lips, turned her head and moved on. When she passed a room, she suddenly heard a door click.

She only felt the force on her arm, but she hadn't reacted yet, and the person had been pulled into the room.

The familiar handsome face appeared in front of him.

she was

There was a joy in her heart, her beautiful eyes were full of brilliance, and then she put aside her face angrily.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Zitong nudged her chin with his finger.

She flung her pretty face away again, "Cheng is always a daddy, don't you take care of your child's mother?"

Her pretty face flushed and she was angry.

Cheng Zitong was startled slightly, "You...know that it is fake."

"But it's true that you brought her to the dinner party."

Hearing this, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Cheng Zitong's mouth, "Are you jealous?" His deep eyes were full of pampering.

She couldn't help being stunned, and her already flushed pretty face became even more red...she just realized this too.

She is indeed jealous.

When Ziyin said that Zitong's brother brought her over...the jealous jar was all overturned.

"No...No," he insisted on arguing, "Don't think about good things, I can't be jealous...Well!"

The soft lips have been grabbed by him.

She blushed and hesitated and looked so cute, the jealousy in her mouth was sweet to his mouth.

Breathing intertwined, the temperature gradually rising, kisses can no longer satisfy him, he wants more...I haven't seen each other for several days, how can a kiss alone be satisfied.

"Don't...Cheng Zitong..." Realizing his thoughts, a few delicate and feeble characters escaped from the corners of her mouth.

But she didn't know that her voice was enough to destroy his remaining willpower.

The mattress vibrated and her delicate body was completely trapped by him.

"...The banquet... the guests are here, the makeup will be spent..." She uttered a few words with all her strength.

But then he was drowned in his hot breath.

"Grandpa will deal with it." His unsteady voice sounded in her ears.

He was completely lost by her fascination, and his reason was completely chaotic... This kind of thought made her heart soft and soft, let him squash and round, she has no strength to object...

The warm gasp stopped for a long time.

"What happened after I left Cheng's house that day?" Her curiosity couldn't help it.

"In order to prevent Mr. Shi from having trouble with Ziyin, I acquiesced in the existence of the child."

He made it simple, but from his frowning heart, she could feel his helplessness at the time.

She couldn't help but laugh, and couldn't help teasing him, "Cheng Zitong, are you helpless because I force you to do things you don't want, or because you want to recognize a child who doesn't exist at all?"

"What you asked me to do, I didn't want to." He replied affirmatively.

"Oh," she pressed her lips tightly, "then you just feel that it is a pity that Ziyin is not really pregnant with your baby anymore."

Cheng Zitong:...

Women's words are really traps.

But he was very happy. She bothered him wildly and didn't make sense to him. He liked them all.

"I have a wife to give birth to me, there is no need to find foreign aid." He raised his eyebrows in disdain.

Fu Yuaner's face blushed, "Who is going to give you a baby!"

"I want you to give birth to me." He stared at her deeply, his eyes full of seriousness.

She couldn't help but stunned, and when she was still thinking whether his words were true or false, his kiss had fallen again...

Until her phone rang suddenly.

She recovered, and quickly reached out and grabbed the phone, "Yuan'er, you haven't arrived yet?" Grandpa's voice came over the phone.

She is the protagonist at the dinner tonight!

But just thirty seconds ago, she completely forgot that there was such a thing...

"I'll be here soon."

Putting down the phone, she quickly pushed him, "Stop making trouble, Grandpa urged..."

He didn't let go of her, and continued to circle her waist.

"All those who are here today are quasi-tenders..." She walked out of his arms and grabbed the skirt as she spoke. "They come to the dinner party because they want to see me, the person in charge!"

She actually did this in the room... She felt incredible when she calmed down.

"You help me unzip!" She came to him.

He pulled her up the zipper on the back of her skirt, but the zipper was only ten centimeters up from the waistline, and almost her entire back was exposed.

In addition, her hair is pulled up, and her elegant neck line and smooth back are all exposed in the eyes of others.

He couldn't help frowning: "Can't there be more skirt fabric?"

Fu Yuan'er is funny: "Don't all dresses and skirts look like this?"

She's fairly conservative, just showing her back a little, and her skirt doesn't have split ends.

He didn't speak, his hands fumbled on the material of his back.

She raised her hand to straighten her hair, only to realize that he wanted to close the split ends of her back.

"Don't make trouble," Fu Yuan'er was speechless for a while, "I have to pass."

He didn't let her go, "eat this first."

She looked back and found that he had lifted an insulated lunch box on the cabinet.

His suit and leather shoes, with a cold temperament, carried a heat-preserving lunch box in violation of his harmony.

"What's this?" she asked suspiciously.

"Bird's Nest."

"Why give me bird's nest?" Fu Yuan'er wondered, no, more importantly, "Why do you take bird's nest with you?"

"Eat a little and go over." He didn't answer, but urged her.

Suddenly she wanted to understand, "This is what the Cheng's kitchen cooks for Zi Yin, isn't it?"

She didn't want to touch the things that gave Zi Yin "an fetus".

She is not bad for this bird's nest.

Cheng Zitong pursed his lips helplessly: "I let the kitchen stew. Grandpa said you stay up late every night..."

A suspicious dark red appeared on his cheeks, and he had to reveal the secrets of his heart~

Fu Yuan'er looked at him in amazement, her beautiful eyes full of surprises.

She took it over without saying anything, and ate the bird's nest in one breath.

Mother often stewed bird's nest for her. She knew that this bowl of bird's nest was top-notch just now.

"How does it taste?" he asked, a hint of imperceptible tension in his voice.

"It tastes good," she nodded honestly, "but it's not in a good mood."

She could think of it with her toes. When he explained that the Cheng's nanny stewed bird's nest, he would never say that it was stewed for her.

The rumor that "Young Master Zitong asked someone to stew bird's nest for Ziyin" should have spread throughout the Cheng family by this time.

She underestimated her own tolerance. It turned out that he and other women only have a relationship in other people's mouths, which would make her feel bad about it.

She tried to adjust her mentality several times. It was useless. Should she be jealous or jealous.

"If you like it, I'll let someone stew it for you every day." He said.

"I don't like it." Fu Yuaner replied decisively, "Don't let people waste your energy."

After speaking, she clipped the last hairpin neatly.

She finally restored the meter to the appearance he hadn't pulled into the room yet.

"I'll see you at the dinner later." She stroked Cheng Zitong and shook her head slightly, then turned and left.

Cheng Zitong:...

Why does he have a feeling of throwing away after being played, and the other party is particularly confident that he will not be angry because of it...

Isn’t that the case?

Fu Yuan'er has already gone to the dinner party, and he should also tidy up and go to the dinner party.