"No, I'll say "the young man squeezed his eyes" and said that the proprietress would be unhappy. ”

The corners of the simple lips are hung with a faint curvature, and as long as I think of her, my heart will be filled with satisfaction.

Although it was simply opened, I had to go to the store every evening and get off work in the early morning, but I didn't have the opportunity to continue to be a salted fish.

Because Mimmon can find her every day and turn her out, whether she turns off the phone or hides at home and pretends to be dead.

Maybe the pregnant woman is particularly insecure, but she has suffered too many changes recently, and she can't find anyone for a while and has no idea in her heart, so she wraps around the feather tightly like grasping a life-saving straw, and the feather feels that she is empathetic and don't fall in love.

Mi Meng found out that she was pregnant a week ago, when she found a private detective who followed Song Shiyi for a long time, she thought that this would prove whether Song Shiyi had any other women, but Song Shiyi directly broke up with her and said that she would be engaged to the daughter of a certain group soon.

This is a ruthless and scummy reason for making Mi Meng, who has been hanging in the mood, directly break the string and faint, and after arriving at the hospital, she found that she was three months pregnant, she knew that she loved the wrong person, there was no entanglement idea, and even hated that person, the friendship from childhood to adulthood was actually a joke.

"You say, should I give birth to him" Miemon sat at the dining table opposite the feather, her eyes lowering and one hand constantly caressing her lower abdomen, her expression soft that she herself could not notice.

Yu Yu felt that her whole person exuded maternal brilliance, which was particularly dazzling.

"If you like it, you can give birth to it, and it's not that you can't afford it, if you think it's a burden, you can beat it off." Yu Yu's answer is the same as not answering, in fact, sometimes when others ask you a certain question, they don't particularly need your advice, Yu Yu thinks that this is the time.

As soon as he heard the cumbersome and knocked out, Mi Meng was extremely sensitive, his eyebrows furrowed, and he subconsciously protected his stomach, "But... Home. ”

Yu Yu threw her a helpless shrug, "But I advise you, tell the truth to the family." "In this way, you can engage in Song Shiyi at home, and if I light a fire, it's almost the same.

"I know... I just haven't figured out how to say it yet. Mimon began to force herself to take small bites of the nutritious meal in front of her

"Don't you want to, do you want to engage Song Shiyi" Yu Yu, who was full of food and drink, began to instigate Mi Meng to do things.

Miemon was stunned, and continued to eat, "I thought about it, but I think I like it, there's no need to make it so ugly, besides, I don't want to tell him that I'm pregnant." ”

"That's because you know that even if you tell him, he won't change his mind, and it's yourself and your children who are humiliated." Yu Yu picked up a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and did not have the slightest idea of pity for this cute little pregnant woman.

Mi Meng was poked in the sore spot, and his eyes were red, "Yes, when I began to doubt him, I gradually saw clearly what I couldn't see clearly for so many years, he may have affection for me, but I will never be a stumbling block before he climbs up to the top, my family background is abroad, it is impossible for him to help him in China, he is such a rational and realistic person, I fell in love with him because of his sanity, I didn't think about it, and the same is true of losing him." ”

"So, make a wave of him, I'll help you." Yu Yu's eyes were burning, and there was some kind of expectation on that paralyzed face.

In a sense, she probably figured out the way, the so-called recovery of luck is to let the little cub surpass the son of pseudo-luck in all aspects, and by the way, just pull the son of pseudo-luck off the horse.

To put it simply, the more unlucky the latter, the better the little cub will be.

It's too troublesome to do it yourself, everyone does it together, there is a lot of power!