Hua Qing doesn't understand, but Pei Ye understands.

Listening to the movement in the house, the little paper man Pei Ye couldn't help but scratch the balcony pillars.

She dared to swear with what little discipline she had left—

Gu Shao, this kid is uneasy and kind, he wants to flirt with the little chef (cross out) the flower lightly!

In this distorted world without food culture, a girl like Hua Qing, who is beautiful and has good craftsmanship, can't find it with a lantern.

Gu Shao is also suspected to be the male protagonist of the original work, who has a baby with the female protagonist, and has helped the female protagonist solve troubles several times......

To use a more literary and artistic rhetoric, it is that their pair of CPs were tied to the red line by Yue Lao.

It's so normal for these two to spark love when they meet each other!

But—

No matter how thick the red rope was, Yue Lao couldn't hold the big scissors that Pei Ye was carrying.

At this time, she heard Gu Shao's tone naturally ask Hua Qing where the difficulties were, what were the results of the prenatal examination, and whether there was a shortage at home...... Don't carry any trouble alone, as a friend, he will help wherever he can......

Because Gu Shao always has a serious and cold face, Hua Qing is not narcissistic and crooked.

She smiled and replied, "...... Everything is fine, 'Sister Xiaoqing' has always taken care of me...... The business in the live broadcast room is getting better and better, and the family's expenses are increasing but the income is also increasing, if there is no accident, the child should be able to move to a better environment before he is born......"

Speaking of children, the flower's gentle expression is like adding a softening effect, and the eyebrows and eyes are gentle for several degrees.

"You've helped me a lot with the prenatal checkup, but I can't keep bothering you. ”

Gu Shao's movements were stiff, his back was slightly arched, and he looked very unnatural.

“...... It is difficult for a woman who lives alone to raise a child...... Even the rich area hides invisible dangers, and your 'Sister Xiaoqing' has a very special identity and mysterious origin, and she can't always be by your side to take care of you...... You didn't even think about going to that man?"

Hua was slightly stunned.

She hadn't really thought about it.

Most importantly, she has always believed that no one can shelter another person for the rest of her life.

Her parents were in love in her previous life, and she could say any fleshy promises, and she would "shelter you from the wind and rain for the rest of your life", but the storms faced by the small family were all caused by garbage men.

Oh, man!

"Is it necessary?"

She asked Gu Shao suspiciously.

Don't look at the flowers gently gentle, soft and weak, full of public labels, but in their bones they are "different".

She knew at a very young age that marriage was not necessary for her, and neither were men—

Yes, but not necessarily.

Because of the influence of the original family, Hua Qing has a fearful attitude towards men and marriage.

As soon as she entered college, she made a plan for her life.

Make money, earn a lot of money, and then use this money for planned financial management, and provide for yourself in the future.

She likes children, and if she is rich, she will go abroad to buy high-quality X children to give birth to alone, and if she has no money, she will find a boyfriend who is pleasing to the eye and have one...... Both have their own advantages, the former can be done with money, the latter is very cheap, maybe just a few meals, a few phone calls, a few gifts, a few words of concern, and the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, she can't know the man's physical condition through medical means.

Who knows if this person has a weakness, death, or family genetic disease?

The man's genetics are also very important.

After all, the starting point of a child's life is the genes given by his parents, and family conditions should be second.

Gu Shao was a little confused by her question.

"Isn't it necessary?"

Hua said lightly and casually: "It is necessary! If his participation does not improve my living conditions and make me happy, there is no need for him to exist." Rather than being low-quality and improvising, it is better to be single. Besides - he's dead, and it would be scary to really join in. ”

Running the train with his mouth full of words, he didn't forget to come back to the conversation.

Hua Qingqing still remembers that she once coaxed "Sister Xiaoqing", and the child was the boyfriend of the original owner, Hua Qingqing, who met in the slums.

The tool man's boyfriend ascended to heaven after contributing his children and money.

This excuse was used by her to continue to fool Gu Shao.

Gu Shao asked her, "Dead?"

Hua gently moved the rhetoric out as it was, even the tone and pause were exactly the same.

“...... I feel sad when I think of him, and it makes you laugh. ”

Watching Hua gently wipe away the tears that didn't exist, Gu Shao's expression was flat.

"It's okay...... I didn't expect you to have a good relationship. ”

If you can press down the corners of your mouth, the performance effect may not be so perfunctory.

The flower gently stroked her stomach: "Hmm...... So I'm going to take the child and live with his share. ”

Gu Shao said: "Oh. ”

Pei Ye, who eavesdropped on the corner of the wall, gave the little chef a thumbs up (crossed out).

Life is long, after the little girl struggles to become a rich woman, what happiness can't be found?

Only a rich woman can have a series of exclusive happiness packages for rich women, such as rich women happy balls, rich women happy tongs, and rich women happy fire.

Pei Ye crawled back to his room, ready to exchange with the little paper man.

Result –

She saw a very shocking scene - the little paper man gathered in a circle, and the onlookers stood in front of the wardrobe mirror with the body of "Xiaoqing", crossed the waist sideways to look at the curve, raised the foot to split the long legs, raised the hand to touch the face and touched the waist, and finally pulled the neckline of the T-shirt with both hands and ripped it open, lowered his head down, blushed, raised his head and took a deep breath and continued to bow his head down...... The voices of the little paper people directly hit Pei Ye's eardrum.

Ahhhhh

It's cute, it's amazing, the body is good, and the skin is great!!

(*?▽?*)

Pei Ye: "......"

First of all, the little paper figures are the embodiment of Pei Ye's will.

Secondly, the incarnation of the will is her subconscious instinct.

In the end, the actions of the little paper figure are the embodiment of her subconscious instincts......

Other words......

"Don't look at it!"

She couldn't be so narcissistic!

Pei Ye stepped on the head of "Xiaoqing" and forcibly exchanged his body with the little paper man.

Then fold the little paper figure and stuff it into a drawer and close it.

Hana heard the movement softly and stuck her neck out in the kitchen and shouted at her room.

"'Sister Xiaoqing' woke up? Your portion of fairy grass honey and four-fruit soup are frozen in the refrigerator. ”

"Does it taste better when it's iced?"

Hua said softly: "It depends on personal taste, I personally prefer ice." ”

Pei Yezhuo ran to the refrigerator with small steps in his slippers, and the tips of his hair were full of pleasure.

With both hands, he took out the fairy grass honey the size of a small basin, and prepared to put it on his mouth directly.

At this time, Gu Shao came out of the kitchen and immediately met Pei Ye's eyes.

He glanced at it casually, and inadvertently swept over Pei Ye's arm to see a certain line, and his pupils shrank in surprise.

Gu Shao: "!!"

"What's wrong?"

His reaction alarmed Pei Ye.

Gu Shao barely calmed down.

"Nothing - I just saw that your tattoo was a little bit more patterned, and it didn't seem to be ...... Are you re-tattooed?"

Pei Ye frowned after hearing this.

She didn't think Gu Shao was flirting with herself and paid attention to her arm tattoos, after all, the male protagonists in the romance texts were all "dedicated".

If you don't have the fig leaf of "dedication", this kind of garbage still wants to be the male protagonist?

"No, I don't. ”

She subconsciously raised her hand, and was immediately stunned for a moment.