Carambola Creek brought out breakfast very neatly.

Yang Qingxi and others also got up one after another.

"Aunt Juan, you eat first. Carambola Creek stood beside Cheng Cuijuan, scooped up the porridge and handed it over.

"Bh. Cheng Cuijuan bent her eyes and looked very happy.

Carambola Xi took advantage of the moment Cheng Cuijuan sat down, and threw the tomato juice and red ink mixed in the kitchen on the 33rd floor onto the stool.

Thanks to the power of the stars, she is not only fast now, but also very accurate.

This throw hits the target.

Cheng Cuijuan sat on it unconsciously.

"Sister, eat. Carambola Xi hooked her lips, and happened to see Yang Danxi wash up, and diligently helped serve the porridge.

"Momo is so happy this morning. Cheng Cuijuan looked at Carambola Creek and asked with a smile.

"Of course I'm glad. Carambola Creek sat down in her place happily, "I haven't seen my grandparents for a long time." ”

"Me too, I feel good when I think about it. Yang Danxi also answered with a smile.

She didn't know how to cooperate with her sister, but in short, her sister's words were correct.

The two sisters talked about their grandparents word by word, and soon, Yang Yanxi also sat down, and he joined the topic without knowing it, and his excited appearance perfectly diverted Cheng Cuijuan's attention.

Cheng Cuijuan's smile faded.

Over the years, she has deliberately reduced the chances of several children going to Zhu's house, but she didn't expect that when it comes to going to Zhu's house, these three are still so happy.

Danxi doesn't care, when she entered the door, Danxi was 5 years old, and she already knew a little bit about things.

But what about Peach Creek and Rock Creek?

One is 2 years old, the other is only a few months old, and now it's the same.

It's just a white-eyed wolf that can't be raised!

Carambola Creek has been paying attention to the changes in Cheng Cuijuan's expression, and when she saw it at this time, she couldn't help but feel happier, and at the same time she was a little puzzled.

In the past two days, Cheng Cuijuan seems to be getting more and more unable to hold her breath.

Could it be that this woman is really pregnant, so her temper has risen and her concentration has decreased greatly?

One meal, quickly resolved.

Yang Haixia got up and sorted out the two baskets: "Danxi, you take your younger brothers and sisters to your grandmother's house, your aunt Juan has a body, it's inconvenient, I'll go to Cheng's house with them." ”

Carambola Creek's hand holding the chopsticks tightened.

After a meal, the scumbag father still chose to go to Cheng's house, and he didn't want to think about how sad it would be for her grandparents to have no daughter, and now that he is not going.

"Dad, aren't you going to your grandparents' house?" Yang Danxi was also surprised.

"Hai Xia, I said it all, I'm fine, if you don't go, my uncle and aunt will be sad. Cheng Cuijuan also put down the empty bowl and stood up.

Seeing this, Carambola Creek also got up, silently cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and when she arrived at the position where Cheng Cuijuan was originally sitting, she glanced at it, and then, all the bowls in her hands fell to the ground.

"Wow~" was torn apart, and the sound was crisp.

"Aunt Juan, you ......" Carambola Xi stared at the stool with a frightened expression.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's safe, it's good. Cheng Cuijuan turned around and played a round with a smile.

"No, Aunt Juan, you, you ......" Carambola Xi seemed to be frightened, and pointed to the bench with a trembling hand.

Cheng Cuijuan glanced at her fingers, her face couldn't help but change greatly, and she consciously reached out and touched her buttocks, and her tentacles were wet and sticky.

Yang Haixia also saw the red color on the bench, and looked at Cheng Cuijuan suspiciously.

Seeing this, Cheng Cuijuan's heart tightened, but she quickly reacted, covered her stomach with her hand, her face turned pale instantly, and pain immediately appeared: "Hiss~"

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Haixia was startled and stepped forward to hug Cheng Cuijuan.

"Quick, please Uncle Lao Qiao, I, I, I may have a miscarriage......" Cheng Cuijuan grabbed Yang Haixia's sleeve, lying, fearing, sad and other emotions were all mixed in her eyes in an instant.