The atmosphere was a little dreary.

It just so happened that the waiter came to serve the last course.

"Hello, this is our restaurant's signature green crab purse. The dishes you ordered have just been served, please use them slowly. ”

After the waiter withdrew, Lin Zitong raised his chopsticks and stretched out to the plate of blue crab purse.

She had just put one in her bowl and it was snatched away.

"Won't you go to the plate yourself if you want to eat it? Why do you have to rob me? ”

It's too much!

When the two of them were good, he was eager to stuff all the delicious food into her bowl, and he wanted her to eat all the dishes.

Why didn't he let her eat even a bun during the Cold War?

It's too realistic!

"Pregnant women can't eat crab roe, don't you know?"

Lin Zitong was slightly stunned, this guy either didn't speak, and he could thunder people to death as soon as he opened his mouth.

You Haoze's words, both in tone and attitude, are exactly the same as what she said to Xin Ying in the president's office.

A pregnant woman can't eat crab roe, how could she not know this common sense?

The point is, she's not pregnant!

Although it had been postponed for a few days, there were no signs of pregnancy.

Moreover, I remember that during the two days when she was asleep, he invited a private doctor to visit her at home.

Before the doctor prescribes the medication, it is common to find out if there is a pregnancy, because some drugs can hurt the fetus.

If she is pregnant, will the private doctor not be able to check it out?

This guy, do you want your child to go crazy?

He likes children so much, he already has a woman giving birth to him, he always urges her, is it annoying?

"I really don't understand where you got the confidence to be so sure I'm pregnant or pregnant? I'll say it one last time, I'm not pregnant! ”

You Haoze didn't even raise his head, and responded indifferently: "Are you questioning my ability to give birth and rear?" ”

"How dare I, your marksmanship is a hundred steps through Yang, and you are an instant hit."

Hearing the irony in her words, the man's already stiff face instantly sank as if it was snowing.

It's over, it's thunder.

I really don't know when this guy became so cloudy?

Knowing that his face was wrong, why did he still want to die to provoke him?

Lin Zitong secretly blamed himself, calling you talk too much, telling you to talk too much!

Isn't it time to say something to lighten the mood?

She coughed dryly twice and laughed reluctantly: "I mean, you think too highly of me, maybe I can't give birth and raise children." Hehe. ”

"Don't talk nonsense." He replied with three words, without superfluous words and emotions.

She didn't dare to fight with him, since he didn't let her eat it, she wouldn't eat it, it was too worthless to make him angry just to eat a bun.

Seeing that he ate very little, she still felt sorry for him in the end, so she put a few blue crab purses in his bowl.

"Don't waste such a delicious thing."

His face was expressionless, and he ate with little interest.

Somehow, he became silent, and he was not like this usually.

This meal was very dull, and You Haoze had a straight face throughout the whole process.

An ordinary meal, but it tastes like a candied meal.

That oppressive atmosphere, like the two were about to separate after eating.

After eating, Lin Zitong waved goodbye to him very knowingly, and planned to walk back to the courtyard by himself.

The security in this area is very good, not far from home, two streets away, plus she is full of food and drink, and she should lose weight when she walks home.

However, You Haoze seemed to disagree and forcibly shoved the car keys into her hand.

She frowned, her eyes widening, "What do you mean?" ”

His face was cold, and he said in a commanding tone: "In a moment, you come to drive!" ”

"Why?"

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