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"Suzu ——!"

The landline on the bedside table rings.

Mi Xiaoxiao turned his head, glanced at the landline casually, and then picked it up slowly, "Hey." ”

The voice was depressed, bored, and helpless.

"What's wrong? The voice sounds unhappy?"

There was a concerned voice in his ears, soft and ambiguous.

"You try to live a life like a prisoner all day long!" said the little man with a sullen hum.

"Who made that?" said Qi Junzhe with a smirk.

The little one was speechless for a moment.

Well, she made it.

"Got it, got it. It's all my fault. Mi Xiaoqi snorted angrily, "Don't worry, although it's boring, it's no different from going to prison, but I still have this bit of proportion, and I won't mess around." Not for myself, for the sake of the child in my belly. You can rest assured. ”

"Huh," Qi Junzhe's gentle voice sounded again, softly calling her name, "I don't just care about the child, but about you." You know what?"

"Well, I know. The little man replied softly.

"Come, come, drink soup. The mother pushed the door in with a bowl of chicken soup.

"Obediently, I'll pick you up after work. Qi Junzhen comforted her over there.

"Mom, can you change the soup?" Yu Eleven hung up the phone, looking at the bowl of soup in his mother's hand with a depressed face, drinking it every day, I am tired of it.

"You think about it, it's not for your own good. What so much nonsense, hurry up and drink it. The mother directly ignored her daughter's coquettishness and said directly as an order.

Mi Xiaoqi pouted helplessly and drank.

It's not just chicken soup, it's a lot of herbs. Who made her half a medicine jar now?

If you don't want to take Western medicine, or you don't want to eat the black Chinese medicine, you can only take medicinal food.

Hey, it's not a good thing to have a dad who is a chef.

Look, now I'm concentrating on studying her food in the kitchen, and everything in the store is left to the old master, and the task of the two of them is to take care of her, and nothing else.

Oh, what a wicked worker!

Eleven looked at the sky speechlessly...... Flower board.

Her life is no different from that of a pig, eating, drinking, sleeping, and even the range of activities is just such a lounge.

Standing in front of the mirror, looking at myself who was obviously round and plump, I was depressed.

However, it is fortunate that it is said that this pig-like life is not only lived by her, a pregnant woman. The pot-bellied woman on the seventh day of the first month is also living like a pig.

Well, together like this, there is a lot of balance in my heart.

What, it seems that Chu Qi is a lot fatter than her now!

She has a two-and-a-half-month belly, and the seventh day of junior high school is almost five months, and her belly is already bulging like a ball.

Moreover, the face has obviously grown more flesh.

It seems that when she was in the seventh or third month of the first month, she was much fatter than she is now.

Thinking about it like this, I suddenly felt balanced, balanced.

The mother was busy, the glass door of the peach orchard opened, and the old man came in with a steady step, followed by two guards.

"You ......" My mother had never seen Old Man Xu, and she was slightly surprised by the arrival of a strange guest, and it seemed that she still had a great background.

"Are you eating?" After being surprised, the mother still greeted the old man happily.