Chapter 2975
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On a sunny morning, Huarong wakes up from the soft silk quilt.
There is a faint smell of grass in the air. The lawn downstairs has just been trimmed. After being exposed to the sun, the breath is particularly melodious.
She stretched out and got out of bed to wash in the bathroom.
Brush a few teeth, Huarong looks at himself in the mirror, the action stops, bright eyes slightly open a little.
She raised her beautiful white hand, gently pinched her cheek and pulled it.
She Are you fat?
She lowered her head and looked at her waist under her white lace pajamas. The cloth was soft and loose, but she could also clearly feel that her once slender waistline was gaining weight.
She pinched her waist and breathed a slow sigh of relief.
Fortunately, she didn't touch the swimming circle, otherwise, she would definitely Kill the Phoenix brocade.
Having breakfast downstairs, the Phoenix brocade lying in the gun innocently
Stepping on plush rabbit slippers, Huarong is very worried and walks into the restaurant from upstairs.
Feng Jin was eating a sandwich. Looking at Huarong, she shaved the ham and meat in the sandwich one by one. She wondered, "what's the matter?"
Huarong glared at him fiercely and took a bite of the lettuce sandwich, which may be bad. Her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled uncontrollably, "lose weight."
"Cough." Feng Jin gently coughed, "I don't think you are fat."
The broken heart of Huarong was stabbed by Fengjin fiercely. She glared at Fengjin: "that is to say I have fat?"
Feng Jin was very eager to make up for it: "no, no, you are not fat at all!"
“……” Huarong snorted coldly, frowning and eating a tasteless sandwich.
These days, she is indeed fed too much by Fengjin. The taste of milk tea cake snacks is actually very good, as if he has thoroughly understood her taste habits.
Because she had nothing to do at home, she ate, slept and ate, neither physical nor mental labor, and her weight grew rapidly.
If it goes on like this, she will become a pig sooner or later.
After breakfast, Huarong yawned and found that she was sleepy again.
…… Did she really become a pig?
Feng Jin looked at her face sleepy, eyes can not open, coax her way: "time is still early, you go to sleep, at noon we go out to eat."
Huarong said angrily, "don't eat." She's going to lose weight. She will never go out with Fengjin again!
Looking at her anger, Feng Jin also looked puzzled. Although she was a little fat, she was not so angry. It was better to see now It's white and tender.
Huarong's temper came and went quickly. She was so sleepy that she yawned and rubbed her eyes and went upstairs.
Feng's mother and Lin Shuanger came back from shopping with Fengsheng and Fengge. Seeing Huarong's back from upstairs, they called out Fengjin: "Fengjin, are you making Rongrong angry again?"
Feng Jin: "it's just Is he his mother's own?
Feng's mother took a look at her son's speechless expression, walked in and said: "Rong Rong has been so hard these years, you can't bully her. But, "she asked Lin Shuanger," does Rong Rong look a little fat? "
Lin Shuanger's soft face also showed a trace of contemplative expression, "seems to be a little fat?"
Feng brocade black face: "these words you cannot say in front of her face." Otherwise, it's his own bad luck.
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On a sunny morning, Huarong wakes up from the soft silk quilt.
There is a faint smell of grass in the air. The lawn downstairs has just been trimmed. After being exposed to the sun, the breath is particularly melodious.
She stretched out and got out of bed to wash in the bathroom.
Brush a few teeth, Huarong looks at himself in the mirror, the action stops, bright eyes slightly open a little.
She raised her beautiful white hand, gently pinched her cheek and pulled it.
She Are you fat?
She lowered her head and looked at her waist under her white lace pajamas. The cloth was soft and loose, but she could also clearly feel that her once slender waistline was gaining weight.
She pinched her waist and breathed a slow sigh of relief.
Fortunately, she didn't touch the swimming circle, otherwise, she would definitely Kill the Phoenix brocade.
Having breakfast downstairs, the Phoenix brocade lying in the gun innocently
Stepping on plush rabbit slippers, Huarong is very worried and walks into the restaurant from upstairs.
Feng Jin was eating a sandwich. Looking at Huarong, she shaved the ham and meat in the sandwich one by one. She wondered, "what's the matter?"
Huarong glared at him fiercely and took a bite of the lettuce sandwich, which may be bad. Her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled uncontrollably, "lose weight."
"Cough." Feng Jin gently coughed, "I don't think you are fat."
The broken heart of Huarong was stabbed by Fengjin fiercely. She glared at Fengjin: "that is to say I have fat?"
Feng Jin was very eager to make up for it: "no, no, you are not fat at all!"
“……” Huarong snorted coldly, frowning and eating a tasteless sandwich.
These days, she is indeed fed too much by Fengjin. The taste of milk tea cake snacks is actually very good, as if he has thoroughly understood her taste habits.
Because she had nothing to do at home, she ate, slept and ate, neither physical nor mental labor, and her weight grew rapidly.
If it goes on like this, she will become a pig sooner or later.
After breakfast, Huarong yawned and found that she was sleepy again.
…… Did she really become a pig?
Feng Jin looked at her face sleepy, eyes can not open, coax her way: "time is still early, you go to sleep, at noon we go out to eat."
Huarong said angrily, "don't eat." She's going to lose weight. She will never go out with Fengjin again!
Looking at her anger, Feng Jin also looked puzzled. Although she was a little fat, she was not so angry. It was better to see now It's white and tender.
Huarong's temper came and went quickly. She was so sleepy that she yawned and rubbed her eyes and went upstairs.
Feng's mother and Lin Shuanger came back from shopping with Fengsheng and Fengge. Seeing Huarong's back from upstairs, they called out Fengjin: "Fengjin, are you making Rongrong angry again?"
Feng Jin: "it's just Is he his mother's own?
Feng's mother took a look at her son's speechless expression, walked in and said: "Rong Rong has been so hard these years, you can't bully her. But, "she asked Lin Shuanger," does Rong Rong look a little fat? "
Lin Shuanger's soft face also showed a trace of contemplative expression, "seems to be a little fat?"
Feng brocade black face: "these words you cannot say in front of her face." Otherwise, it's his own bad luck.
On a sunny morning, Huarong wakes up from the soft silk quilt. There is a faint smell of grass in the air. The lawn downstairs has just been trimmed. After being exposed to the sun, the breath is particularly melodious. She stretched out and got out of bed to wash in the bathroom. Brush a few teeth, Huarong looks at himself in the mirror, the action stops, bright eyes slightly open a little. She raised her beautiful white hand, gently pinched her cheek and pulled it. She Are you fat? She lowered her head and looked at her waist under her white lace pajamas. The cloth was soft and loose, but she could also clearly feel that her once slender waistline was gaining weight. She pinched her waist and breathed a slow sigh of relief. Fortunately, she didn't touch the swimming circle, otherwise, she would definitely Kill the Phoenix brocade. Having breakfast downstairs, the Phoenix brocade lying in the gun innocently Stepping on plush rabbit slippers, Huarong is very worried and walks into the restaurant from upstairs. Feng Jin was eating a sandwich. Looking at Huarong, she shaved the ham and meat in the sandwich one by one. She wondered, "what's the matter?" Huarong glared at him fiercely and took a bite of the lettuce sandwich, which may be bad. Her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled uncontrollably, "lose weight." "Cough." Feng Jin gently coughed, "I don't think you are fat." The broken heart of Huarong was stabbed by Fengjin fiercely. She glared at Fengjin: "that is to say I have fat?" Feng Jin was very eager to make up for it: "no, no, you are not fat at all!" Huarong snorted coldly, frowning and eating a tasteless sandwich. These days, she is indeed fed too much by Fengjin. The taste of milk tea cake snacks is actually very good, as if he has thoroughly understood her taste habits. Because she had nothing to do at home, she ate, slept and ate, neither physical nor mental labor, and her weight grew rapidly. If it goes on like this, she will become a pig sooner or later. After breakfast, Huarong yawned and found that she was sleepy again. Did she really become a pig? Feng Jin looked at her face sleepy, eyes can not open, coax her way: "time is still early, you go to sleep, at noon we go out to eat." Huarong said angrily, "don't eat." She's going to lose weight. She will never go out with Fengjin again! Looking at her anger, Feng Jin also looked puzzled. Although she was a little fat, she was not so angry. It was better to see now It's white and tender. Huarong's temper came and went quickly. She was so sleepy that she yawned and rubbed her eyes and went upstairs. Feng's mother and Lin Shuanger came back from shopping with Fengsheng and Fengge. Seeing Huarong's back from upstairs, they called out Fengjin: "Fengjin, are you making Rongrong angry again?" Feng Jin: "it's just Is he his mother's own? Feng's mother took a look at her son's speechless expression, walked in and said: "Rong Rong has been so hard these years, you can't bully her. But, "she asked Lin Shuanger," does Rong Rong look a little fat? " Lin Shuanger's soft face also showed a trace of contemplative expression, "seems to be a little fat?" Feng brocade black face: "these words you cannot say in front of her face." Otherwise, it's his own bad luck.
