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At six o'clock, Lan Muge woke up.

Stretched out his hand towards Jian Mingchao's position, but he pounced.

When I opened my eyes, there was no Jian Mingchao figure around me, and it was cold in the bed, it seemed that it should have been up for a long time.

Lan Muge couldn't help but furrow his brows, got up and sat against the back of the bed, supporting his chin with one hand, with a thoughtful look.

Last night, when Jian Mingchao returned to the room, Jian Minghui was still chatting with her in her room, as if she didn't mean to go out. Seeing this, Jian Mingchao turned around and left.

Jian Minghui dragged her to chat until late, and kept talking about some marginal things, one would talk about how uncomfortable she was in the Fang family, and the other would say that she was not having a good time in the Jian family.

then mentioned Jian Tingting to her, and said that Jian Tingting looked like she was pregnant no matter how she looked now.

Lan Muge said very tactfully a few times at first, so that she could leave, but Jian Minghui pretended to be confused, that is, she had no intention of leaving. It wasn't until later that she said very clearly, "It's late, you should go back", and Jian Minghui left in a huff.

She remembered that Jian Mingchao came back to the room later, why did she get up so early.

Tingting is pregnant?

Lan Muge's mind suddenly had such an idea.

Then in an instant, his face turned pale.

She can't really get pregnant, right?

It's also possible to calculate time.

It's been more than two months since the last time, and Jian Tingting has indeed plumped up a lot during this time. Especially that waist, not to mention that she hasn't cared about it yet. Now that I think about it, it's really been more than two months.

Lan Muge lifted the quilt and got out of bed, didn't care about changing clothes, just put on a nightgown and slippers and hurriedly ran out of the room towards Jian Tingting's room.

"Tingting, get up. ”

Jian Tingting was sleeping soundly, still dreaming, dreaming that Lan Xiyu kicked Chu Qi's stomach, and then Chu Qi's legs were red with blood. And the seventh day of the first month is holding his stomach and shouting pain.

Looking at the blood that flowed out, Jian Tingting only felt extremely enlightened.

Slut, so you don't have the baby in your belly, right?

I asked you to rob my eldest brother with me, and now I don't need to make a move, Lan Xiyu will kick your stomach away.

Someone shook her, which made her very unhappy.

"Slut, I'll let you shake me!" subconsciously regarded the person who shook her as the seventh day of the first month, so naturally he was very angry.

With a wave of his hand, he swept it towards the hand that shook her.

"Smack!"

A slap slapped Lan Muge's face impartially, very hard.

Lan Muge only felt a pain in his face, and even his eyes were black.

I never thought that I would be slapped by my daughter.

Jian Tingting, who was asleep, naturally heard this "pop" sound, and was very satisfied that she finally slapped the seventh day of the first month.

"Slut, I'll let you rob me. If I can't kill you, I won't be called Jian Tingting. I'll kill you, shit, slut!" he said and waved his hand again.

"Jian Tingting, you get up for me!" Lan Muge saw her babbling nonsense, and at the same time, he raised his hand and waved it over, and roared at her in anger. While roaring, he also slapped her on the cheek lightly and heavily.

Finally, Jian Tingting woke up under the roar and slap.

"Mom, what are you doing?" looked at Lan Muge with a worried expression.