The more Zhan Mu spoke, the more excited she became, but Feng Rao's mood gradually declined.

She also faintly looks forward to having a baby that belongs to them with Zhan Yuchen, but can their marriage come to that day?

The dishes were served on the table, and the father of war kept talking about work with Zhan Yuchen at the dinner table, but the mother of war was not happy and served a bowl of soup to Zhan Yuchen. "Don't talk about work when you eat at home."

Zhan Yuchen took a sip of the spoon and frowned: "Mom, what kind of soup is this?" ”

The war mother said happily: "This is ginseng and deer antler chicken soup, specially stewed for you to drink." ”

Three black lines appeared on Zhan Yuchen's handsome face: "I'm not confined, why do you drink this kind of thing?" ”

"You kid!" Zhan Mu rolled her eyes: "The most important thing for you now is to give me a grandson quickly, and if you have a grandson, I won't give you stew!" ”

Feng Rao was so ashamed that her face was red, she buried her head in silence, but her mother also asked her by name: "Right?" Feng Rao? ”

"Forehead ......" Feng Rao can only vaguely mix it up.

Raising her eyes, she met Zhan Yuchen's dark eyes, and her heartbeat suddenly slowed down by half a beat.

Seeing Zhan Yuchen looking at her steadily, her chest was filled with a bitter taste, look, she knew that she was thinking too much, he had no plans to have a child at all......

Just thinking about it, Zhan Yuchen suddenly hooked his lips: "Mom is right." ”

Feng Rao raised her eyes in disbelief, and Zhan Yuchen drank the soup gracefully.

Feng Rao is stupid, what does he mean?

Does he want children?

When Zhan Yuchen saw that Zhan Yuchen did not object, Zhan Yuchen was even more overjoyed, and she also sandwiched a piece of braised pork to Zhan Yuchen: "This is made by Feng Rao." ”

That's the braised pork that Feng Rao accidentally poured half a bottle of vinegar, he shouldn't eat it, right?

Who knows, Zhan Yuchen ate it without blinking his eyes.

Sure enough, as Zhan Mu said, Zhan Yuchen didn't eat much of other dishes, but he ate the sour braised pork alone.

After eating, the war mother proposed: "It's rare for you to come back, don't go back today, just stay here." ”

Zhan Yuchen agreed, and Feng Rao naturally did not object.

Feng Rao walked with Zhan Mu for a while, and when she came back, Zhan Yuchen was still chatting with Zhan Yu in the study, and Feng Rao went back to the room first.

Zhan Yuchen's room is still the same as before, no change.

Feng Rao's gaze fell on the golden trophy on the cabinet.

It reads "Xingyao School, the first place in the high school battle Yuchen boys' 3,000 meters".

Feng Rao remembered the events of that year's sports meeting.

In the autumn sports meeting of Xingyao School that year, Feng Rao signed up for the long jump.

Zhan Yuchen saw that she was practicing every day, so he laughed at her, saying that her legs were so short, and she ran to the long jump, which was simply laughing to death.

Don't expect Zhan Yuchen, a young middle school second-disease patient, to say anything good.

Feng Rao wasn't angry, she just smiled and said: "My legs are short, but I'm better than some people, I have a pair of long legs, and I turned out to be an athletic idiot!" ”

"What? You dare to underestimate Ben Dashao! Zhan Yuchen immediately exploded.

"You haven't even signed up for a sport, of course you're a sports idiot! Please let me go, I still have to practice! Feng Rao said impatiently.

"What if I win first place?" Zhan Yuchen's eyes narrowed.

Feng Rao said in disbelief: "Then I'll carry you a year's schoolbag!" ”

"It's a deal!"

Feng Rao's heart didn't believe it, Zhan Yuchen usually didn't see how he loved sports except for playing basketball.

On the day of the sports meeting, Feng Rao finished the long jump competition, and looked around for the shadow of Zhan Yuchen.

But I searched everywhere, but I couldn't find him.

She snorted, she had long known that it would be impossible for Zhan Dashao to sign up for the sports meeting.

Who knows, at this moment, the school's horn sounded: "Please take the 3,000 meters in place." ”

The girls began to scream: "Zhan Yuchen participated!" ”

"Hurry up and go to see the battle of the Imperial Palace!"

Feng Rao squeezed into the crowd and saw in disbelief that Zhan Yuchen was wearing a set of white tracksuits and was doing warm-up exercises on the starting line.

She blinked vigorously, three thousand meters!

Zhan Yuchen actually applied for this most endurance test project!

Zhan Yuchen's tall and handsome appearance caused many girls to scream nymphomaniac, and even at the scene, some people sold some unbelievable peripheral products at high prices.

Under the banner that hung "Zhan Yuchen Global Support Group", several girls who looked shrewd and capable were brainwashing the.

Dear, this is the tissue that Zhan Yuchen has wiped with sweat, and there is the sweat of the demon school grass full of charm on it! Sold for only 100 yuan!

Dear, this is the mineral water bottle that Zhan Yuchen has drunk, and he can kiss indirectly with the handsome school grass! Sold for only 200 yuan!

The corners of Feng Rao's mouth twitched, the things this guy used were so valuable?

She has a lot of opportunities to get these things, and if she can sell them at school, she can make a lot of money.

Feng Rao was still immersed in the reselling of the surrounding area of the Imperial Palace, becoming Bai Fumei, and walking to the pinnacle of life, when suddenly the referee's starting gun sounded.

The race is on!

Both sides of the track were full of girls desperately shouting and cheering, and Feng Rao was also crowded in the crowd.

As soon as the gun rang out, he was far ahead of others, and Zhan Yuchen ran slowly at first, not in a hurry.

Feng Rao was a little anxious when she saw it, and followed the crowd and shouted desperately: "Come on!" Come on! ”

When he ran to the last lap, Zhan Yuchen's dark eyes drifted towards the crowd, and he glanced at the position where Feng Rao was standing.

Then, he began to speed up!

It's like a gust of wind, and suddenly it overtakes the athletes in front of it, one after another.

The cheerleaders were all boiling, and Feng Rao was so nervous that her palms were sweating, more nervous than her own competition!

In the last 100 meters, Zhan Yuchen overtook the athlete who had been far ahead at an incredible speed.

Sprint!

Zhan Yuchen is the first place!

Zhan Yuchen was holding the trophy, Feng Rao was about to congratulate him, but Zhan Yuchen glanced at her lightly, and said as badly as his mouth was: "Feng Rao, you lost, you have to carry my schoolbag this year!" ”

was caught up in his memories, when suddenly a deep and pleasant voice came from behind: "What are you thinking?" ”

Feng Rao looked back and saw Zhan Yuchen coming out of the shower, his short hair was shining with moisture, and his pajamas were loosely revealing the firm chest inside, the hard muscles, and the perfect wheat-colored skin.

Feng Rao's eyes didn't know where to put them, and said indiscriminately: "No, I'm just about to sleep." ”

Zhan Yuchen's gaze passed over her and landed on the golden trophy.

He hooked his lips slightly, looking in a good mood: "Remembered the thing you lost to me in a bet?" ”

Feng Rao pouted: "You are too much, let me carry your schoolbag for a whole year!" ”

Seeing her puffing out, Zhan Yuchen's smile deepened, and his dark eyes slowly became deeper.