[Song Xiao said that after Ning Xi is born, he may leave Xiangtan, resume his old business, and go around the world to shoot what he wants to shoot. As long as he is happy, of course I support him. 】

In the coldest season in Xiangtan, my pregnancy is entering the 20th week. There is a slight bulge in the lower abdomen, and the fetal movement can already be felt.

In order to get more detailed data on my body and detect changes in c20, Luo Mengbai performed amniocentesis for me. Before doing it, she told me that the probability of the child being an alpha and an omega is relatively high, and she tends to be an omega. In the end, it turned out as she said.

The result seemed to answer some of her conjectures, and she was very excited.

The fertility sac problem, which has always worried me, seems to be really helpful, and it does not cause much problems. In Luo Mengbai's words: "It's as plump and smooth as if it's never been used. If it continues like this, it might last for 35 weeks or more."

Song Bailao started to decorate the baby room after knowing the gender of the child. Curtains, wallpaper, and even the shape of the lights are all his favorite styles and brands.

Not only that, he also hung a lot of oil paintings by modern artists on the wall, two on one wall and three on the other wall, with spotlights on, I don’t know which art I thought I entered Hall.

"How is it?" He adjusted the balance of the frame and asked me back.

I stared at the geometric figures painted with various shapes and colors, and nodded reluctantly: "Not bad."

He regressed to appreciate his achievements, came to me, and said in a smug tone: "This is the work of Jack Attius, I took it at Sotheby's two years ago, Twenty million."

I almost choked on my own saliva.

Twenty million for one painting, five paintings...100 million?

Ten Xu Meiren? !

Although this baby room is not dreamy at all, it is really "luxury and expensive", and it is so expensive that I suddenly worry. If such a precious painting is placed here, even if you are not afraid of stealing it, in case it is damaged and soiled by a child in the future, the loss will be tens of thousands of dollars.

"Could it be... a waste of time to put it here?"

Song Bailao raised his eyebrows: "These are the cheapest ones in my collection."

All right, when I didn't say it.

After a period of rehabilitation, Song Xiao lost his crutches and can walk independently. Although there are still some problems with running and jumping, he has been working hard, and I believe that in a few months, he will be able to be normal.

I'm not sure if he overheard the conversation I had with Song Bailao on the rooftop that day, because since then, he has become more careful and courteous to Song Bailao. Although he was always energetic and enthusiastic in front of people, but several times I couldn't sleep because of the heat in the middle of the night. When I woke up, I could always see him walking around the house silently by himself. The back looked lonely and lonely, looking preoccupied.

Two days ago, he also brought a small black box the size of a third of a palm to Sister Nine, saying that she would ask her to send it to Luo's house and hand it over to Luo Qinghe in person. It really looked like a ring box.

I don't know what's in it, but I guess Luo Qinghe won't be happy when he receives it.

Seeing that the election of the councillors is about to start, another big event happened in Xiangtan.

The omega daughter of Chen Zhen, a well-known diamond tycoon, was attacked by a group of unknown betas on her way home from eating out. The vehicle was damaged, the driver was seriously injured, and even the little girl herself was greatly frightened. Now she screams whenever she sees someone, and is accompanied by severe aphasia.

The night the news was broadcast, Song Bailao was called out by a phone call and did not come back until the next morning.

"How is it?" I saw him frowning and a little nervous.

Chen Zhen's name should be familiar to ordinary people even if they don't read financial news. On the one hand, it is because his diamond business is big, and on the other hand, because his philanthropy is bigger.

Every year he donates hundreds of millions of assets to promote education and medical construction in poor areas. On the charity list, his cumulative donations are always among the best, and he is known as a "chivalrous businessman" and "benevolent businessman" by the people. Not long ago, he also said that he would donate his entire inheritance after his death for public welfare, and his children were also very supportive of him.

"Chen Zhen is well-liked in the circle and has a wide network of contacts. When something happened to his family, he really answered the phrase 'one side is in trouble and all sides will support'." Song Bolao pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, "Those few The beta who committed the crime was caught a few hours ago, and asked why he did this, saying that he was not willing to be inferior to others for the rest of his life, so he wanted to do a big thing to make the world face up to the human rights of beta... Ha, human rights? They understand fart human rights! Because of their Stupidity, bad consequences require all betas to pay, and the road to beta equality will only get harder and harder in the future."

Extreme beta and rational beta, there is no difference in the eyes of the world. Equal rights is a reasonable demand, but once innocent people are harmed and force is used, it is justified and unreasonable. What's even more frightening is that alphas and omegas who don't know the truth, and even some betas, will put this bad debt on all betas, setting up hostility to betas.

Just like to confirm Song Bailao's words, a large-scale protest march broke out in the urban area in the afternoon, please beta stop the atrocities.

A few days later, when the reporter finally squatted in front of Luo Qinghe's house and asked him his opinion on the incident of beta attacking Miss Chen, a young alpha suddenly ran from a distance, He shouted "Go **eta's xx" and threw an egg at Luo Qinghe, and quickly fled the scene.

The egg liquid slowly dripped from Luo Qinghe's hair, the secretary panicked and wanted to wipe off the mucus for him, but he stopped him.

He gently wiped the yellow liquid above his eyes and answered the reporter's questions calmly.

Alpha , omega will sin, and beta will naturally sin.”

The reporter did not let him go, and continued to ask questions: "They claimed that they attacked Ms. Chen for the sake of beta equality, including the demonstration and conflict that happened a while ago, beta's obsession with equality is obvious. The rights and interests of others have been harmed. For this irreconcilable conflict, do you have any plan? Is what the beta wants right or equality? As an alpha, can the betas really trust you to support you? "

beta trust.

Even I sometimes wonder, why should an alpha contribute to a beta? I'm afraid this is not a show he did to gain beta support. When he succeeds in taking the position in the coming day, he is afraid that he will no longer care about his previous promises.

"I speak out for beta, not to gain their trust, but to help them. Do you know how many seats were occupied by beta in the last term of the 200 parliamentarians across the country?"

The reporter was suddenly stopped by him, his eyes widened and he looked a little stupid.

Luo Qinghe didn't expect his answer either, and just reported the number: "14, less than ten percent." He calmly said, "If you want to have it, you have to pay, how much ability you have. , how much obligation. That's my opinion."

Halfway through, Song Xiao walked downstairs, and I quickly changed the platform.

After my health got better, I just lay down at home besides watching TV and playing with Song Mo. Recently, Song Mo has resumed tutoring classes, and Song Xiao often takes his camera to the mountains to collect wind and practice his hands. I really had nothing to do, so I started a live stream of making macarons.

 

[Yuyu, I heard that you are pregnant, is it true! 】

"Where did you hear about it?" After mixing the materials, while sifting through the screen while paying attention to the message on the screen, I suddenly saw this question.

【Gossip Media…】

[yxh]

Does the gossip media even follow this kind of news?

I kept stirring in my hand, and said vaguely: "Let's pay attention to the process of making macarons..."

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【Let's have an omega as cute as Momo! I want to marry him! 】

Put the colored meringue into a piping bag, and squeeze them onto a tray one by one to form a standard circle with a diameter of 3cm.

Dragons are sweeter, mostly powdered sugar, so I recommend a lighter filling.”

".

I picked up a close-up camera, pointed to the swollen side and said: "This is the key to testing the success of macarons, if not, it will fail."

Fill the macarons one by one with the lemon cheese filling, halfway through, and Song Bailao's voice suddenly sounded at the door.

I heard the action, I didn't expect him to come back so early.

He is also quite worried about Luo Qinghe's election recently. Although their father and son have always been at odds, Xia Sheng has always been the loyal financial support behind Luo Qinghe. And if Luo Qinghe lost, the Ruan family would win, and Yanhua Century would definitely be even more powerful. No matter from which point of view, they are a relationship of prosperity and loss.

"What did you do?" Song Bailao walked straight to me, completely ignoring the camera in front of Zhongdao stage.

I was holding a freshly filled macaron in my hand, and when I heard the words, I handed it to him: "Girl's crisp breast."

Song Bailao looked at the pink macaron on my hand, lowered his head and bit my hand into his mouth, the tip of his tongue even touched my finger.

I retracted my hand in palpitations and looked back at the message on the screen where the demons danced.

[Mr. Song is so handsome and pet! 】

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【I want to wait for Momo to grow up! Otherwise, I can do it too, I'm beta, I don't choose! 】

[Damn, I suddenly envy beta]

I saw that the more they talked, the more rude they were, and they hurriedly ended today's live broadcast.

"I'll be here today, see you next time." I hurriedly turned off the device.

"It's so sweet." Suddenly an arm wrapped around my waist from behind, took me back, and leaned against a sturdy chest.

Song Bailao's breath blew against my auricle, and I felt pimples on the back of my neck.

"Because it contains a lot of sugar, it is a bit sweet..."

"I don't like 'girly breasts'," his lips inevitably touched my earlobe as he spoke, "I only like yours."

I blinked in a daze, and the next moment I reacted, a stream of heat rushed from my neck to the top of my head, and my whole face started to get hot.

"Your ears are so red..." He hooked my chin and asked me to look at him, and said in a tone of false doubt, "Why are you so red? Obviously you don't have a fever."

I stared at him speechless.

"Don't look at others with this kind of eyes in the future." He lowered his eyes and gradually pressed down, "They will misunderstand..."

The last two words are included between the lips and teeth.

I closed my eyes, and the fingers gripping his arm tightened unconsciously.

Liang Qiuyang once said that my appearance and personality were seriously inconsistent, and Song Bailao always felt that I was seducing people all the time. I became curious myself, what did I look like? Do you want to carry a small mirror with you in the future, and take it out to take a look at this time and learn about expression management?

After all, it's a kitchen where people come and go, Song Bailao didn't go too far. When I was almost out of breath, he kindly let me go, and then he looked at me from the side Finish the rest of the macarons.

I felt a little uncomfortable, and put the macarons in the refrigerator while he watched, and then the phone rang.

Before connecting, I looked at the caller and it was Han Yin. We haven't been in touch since the last time we parted from the hospital.

Song Bailao was close to the phone, so he naturally saw the caller's name.

"I don't know what she asked me to do..." Thinking of the last time Han Yin came to interview me at home, when he saw that he even lost his temper, he felt a little guilty.

"Oh." Song Bailao nodded, with a look of "I understand that you don't need to explain", "It's been ringing for a long time, please pick it up." The positive is scary.

I picked it up nervously, and when I heard it, it was indeed Han Yin, but to my surprise, she was not looking for me.