Seeing her nervousness, Zhou Weihong couldn't help but smile softly, then pointed to the sofa next to her and said, "Sit down." ”

Feng Zhenzhen shook her head slowly again and said, "No, I'll go to the toilet first." After finishing speaking, she cautiously bypassed Zhou Weihong and went in the direction of the bathroom.

At this time, what Zhou Weihong was thinking in her heart, whether she was happy or unhappy, she couldn't see it at all.

Turning her head to look at her thin back, Zhou Weihong's deep eyes were full of innocence and helplessness.

A few minutes after Feng Zhenzhen entered the toilet, Duan Qingyuan also went in to wash his hands.

When Feng Zhenzhen came out of the inner room, she happened to see his handsome and extraordinary face in the mirror.

Feng Zhenzhen couldn't help but purse her lips lightly again, then walked behind him again, and asked him cautiously and curiously, "Qingyuan, what were you whispering to your mother just now?" ”

Duan Qingyuan didn't look back, but also looked at her in the mirror, pretending to be mysterious and said, "Guess." ”

In fact, Feng Zhenzhen is mainly curious now, and I don't know if he told Zhou Weihong that she was pregnant.

Feng Zhenzhen shook her head at him again, and became a little slurred, "I can't guess, you can tell me directly." Do you have ...... Tell your mom...... What about my pregnancy? ”

Duan Qingyuan felt that she was cute again, and after washing his hands, he reached out to her face and pinched her tender and fine flesh. He was no longer hypocritical, as Feng Zhenzhen wished, and replied very simply: "No." Your own business, you tell her yourself. ”

After answering, Duan Qingyuan left the bathroom again. In this way, Feng Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, and her expression was very stunned.

Such an important, such gossip, such a strange thing, Duan Qingyuan didn't have a big mouth today, and she didn't tell Zhou Weihong, she really couldn't believe it.

At the same time, she began to struggle. Because Duan Qingyuan asked her to say it to Zhou Weihong herself, she didn't know how to speak or when to speak.

When Feng Zhenzhen came out of the bathroom, she saw the Duan family and the whole family sitting in the living room. And they talk and laugh, and the family is happy and happy.

Suddenly, she developed a sense of redundancy and loneliness.

However, there was nowhere to escape, and she could not escape. Just stood there, staring at them blankly.

Duan Qingyuan was the first to discover her, his eyes glanced at her calmly, but his face was more serious and said, "Zhen Zhen, what are you doing standing there?" Come to me! ”

It was also Duan Qingyuan's just right seriousness at this time, which comforted Feng Zhenzhen's soul.

Feng Zhenzhen cleared her throat again, and answered him in a louder voice as much as possible, "Oh! ”

After answering, she really strode towards Duan Qingyuan's side, and finally sat down with Duan Qingyuan.

Because she has to try to fit in with them and become a real family with them. There is no prejudice, no estrangement, no distance, love each other.

Because of her well-behaved and obedient, Duan Qingyuan was very happy, and put one hand around her waist and hugged her ambiguously......

Looking at the tacit understanding and affection shown by Duan Qingyuan and Feng Zhenzhen, Zhou Weihong did become more and more speechless.

Soon it was time for lunch, but Feng Zhenzhen still hadn't figured out how to open her mouth to Zhou Weihong, saying that she was pregnant.

In the end, she simply thought: It's better not to tell Zhou Weihong for the time being, because the time is still very early, and her baby is not yet a month old. And I have heard people say in the past that you can't make a noise when you're just three months pregnant, and you can't talk about it everywhere, otherwise it will affect the stability of the fetus.

found that Feng Zhenzhen did not mention the pregnancy to Zhou Weihong, and Duan Qingyuan did not say much. For he said, and her own affairs were to be spoken.

Xuan paper dyes ink, Hanlin thesaurus, brocade and grosgrain on the curtain, silk curtain dreams, lyric paper acacia ink fragrance, Han ink lingers. The Han Fu Yuan song, a song of parting, contaminated with Tang Shining's words, and the loss of Jinnian. Compose a gorgeous song of death, and rest away from the pain.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Duan Qingyuan and Feng Zhenzhen left Duan's house together.

Because it was still early, he didn't know what to do when he went back, so when he passed by Xinhua Bookstore, Duan Qingyuan suddenly stopped the car.

Feng Zhenzhen was still very surprised, and she didn't know what he was doing in the bookstore. Knowing her doubts, Duan Qingyuan spoke on his own and told her, "Buy you some books." Haven't you been reading a book lately, watching the paper version, it's not so radiating, and it's not so eyesight-damaging. ”

When Feng Zhenzhen heard this, a burst of warmth and sweetness surged in her heart. She is always very pleased with Duan Qingyuan's thoughtfulness.

When Duan Qingyuan stepped out of the car, she also pushed the car door and got out of the car.

In the bookstore, they bought quite a few books. Most of the books were picked by her, and all of them were long-form online.

Seeing this, Duan Qingyuan wrung his eyebrows tightly, looking at the book basket she was carrying, very helpless.

"Why don't you buy some other books?" He asked Feng Zhenzhen.

Feng Zhenzhen glanced at him with a cute look, nodded at him, and said, "Hmm." Otherwise, what else to buy? You can take me to buy it. ”

Because she doesn't know what books to read anymore except for reading the Internet. There are many Chinese and foreign classics, and she read them several times when she was in high school and college.

Duan Qingyuan was wearing sunglasses, but he still glanced at her coldly, and then pulled her to another area.

This area is full of books on home health.

After pulling Feng Zhenzhen over, Duan Qingyuan didn't say a word, picked up some books and threw them into her book basket, saying, "You should read more of these books, cook well at home every day, and take care of the fetus......

Whenever Duan Qingyuan threw it, Feng Zhenzhen's peach eyes were a little rounder, her neck was stunned, and her expression was extremely dumb.

Take a look at the titles of these books that Duan Qingyuan picked for her: Nutrition and Deliciousness, Home Vegetable Cooking, Pregnancy One-stop, Pregnancy and Childbirth Guidance Program......

Anyway, Duan Qingyuan kept picking it for her, and when he saw a book that was pleasing to the eye, he threw it into the book basket, as if the book didn't need money.

Finally, Feng Zhenzhen couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't take it anymore, so she immediately shouted to stop and said, "Enough is enough!" Don't buy it, don't buy it! ”

At this time, Qing Yuan was still holding a book in his hand, and when he heard Feng Zhenzhen shouting to stop, his movements slowed down. But eventually, he gently tossed the book into the basket.

"Is that enough?" He asked Feng Zhenzhen in a very soft voice. When he threw it, the pair of deep and cold eyes under the sunglasses fixed on Feng Zhenzhen.

Feng Zhenzhen changed to another hand-held basket, a little farther away from him, lest he throw it again, and asked him angrily, not very happy, "What do you think of me?" Are you buying such books as a tool for cooking and childbirth? ”

Duan Qingyuan didn't expect that she would also be angry. The nerve at the corner of her lips twitched slightly, and a helpless smile slipped through it, and she asked her rhetorically, "Isn't this what you want to buy?" ”

Feng Zhenzhen tilted her head again and pursed her lips tightly. Then, she took out some of the books that Duan Qingyuan had selected and put them on the loose bookshelf next to her, and said, "You can buy one or two such books!" Don't mother-in-law, buy so many ......"