Quickly walked in front of Ouya.

"Why didn't you knock?" Ouya frowned, put the maternity book in her hand aside, and propped herself up from the tatami mat.

glanced at him, and immediately complained dissatisfied.

"Have you ever seen someone who needs to knock on the door to get back to your room?" Di Yating's thin lips hooked proudly, and he pointed in the direction of the wardrobe, "Yaya, you forgot, we live together now." ”

I can't stop it.

I almost didn't grow a tail and cocked it.

"Are you reminding me to kick you out?" Ouya's eyes blinked, and she spoke expressionlessly.

With his hands folded around his chest, he watched him warily.

You can't be too good to him, and you can directly open a dyeing shop with three colors.

"You dare!" Dia Ting's expression tightened, put the plate with the pastry to the side, walked to the tatami mat, and reached out to hold Ouya into his arms.

"I know you can't bear me, and I can't bear you, so it's better to live together."

After Di Yating finished speaking, he didn't give Ouya a chance to refuse, and immediately changed the topic.

"What were you looking at?"

Dia Ting kissed her on the cheek, and his eyes moved to the book in her hand, his eyes softened.

"It's nothing, just some books about babies, I didn't pay much attention to this medical theory before, so I can only make up for it now." Ouya was kissed by him, blushing slightly, and answered softly.

The hand subconsciously grabbed the book and blocked it in front of him, not daring to look into his eyes.

His face was slightly red.

She felt that she was becoming more and more hypocritical, and she used to quarrel with Di Yating at most, but now she even felt very strange when she spoke.

The two people who obviously didn't look at each other right, and they didn't quarrel all of a sudden, and suddenly they didn't know what to say......

"What is this?" Ouya remembered something, and stretched out her hand to point to the pastry next to her.

The white pastry is delicate, and the shape looks like a carved handicraft.

It's an appetite and I want to try it.

"Mare's milk cake is one of the special foods here, I heard the chef say that it is good for the baby, so he asked him to prepare one for you, add some osmanthus you like, the taste will not be fishy, you try?" As soon as Dia Ting heard her ask about the pastry, he hurriedly held it in front of Ouya.

The little eyes of anticipation are like a child waiting to be praised.

"Osmanthus ......"

Ou Ya was stunned and looked up at him, but he didn't expect him to remember that she liked osmanthus.

His eyes were slightly moist, and the indescribable feeling converged on his chest, and his palms tightened.

His face was a little pale.

"What's the matter, don't like mare's milk cakes?" Seeing that she didn't move, Di Yating frowned a little annoyed, and hurriedly moved the plate away, "If you don't like it, you won't eat it, whatever you want to eat, I'll let the kitchen prepare it for you, you must eat more, so that the child will not be malnourished." ”

“……”

As soon as he heard his words, Ouya's hard-won emotion suddenly disappeared for a long time.

This man who never leaves the child, has he ever considered the mood of a pregnant woman?

"I didn't say I didn't like it." Ouya reached out and stopped the mare's milk cake he was about to remove, and picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

The melt-in-your-mouth pastry, with a rich milky flavor and a hint of osmanthus sweetness, tastes really good.

The most important thing is that this pastry is made with osmanthus, which is not greasy at all.

Ou Ya ate several pieces in a row before stopping, smacked his mouth, glanced at Di Yating, and snorted, "I want to drink water." ”