Chapter 2221: 2221
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Mo Shanghua took sour plum soup with a smile and took a sip of it. "It doesn't seem that Qin Ya made it."
Yan Beicheng's eyebrows and eyes suddenly flew a little proud. If he had a tail, he would have gone up to the sky. "It's natural. It's for my husband to cook for you."
Seeing this, Mo Shanghua put sour plum soup in front of him and said, "no wonder the taste is so strange. You have to taste it yourself."
When Yan Beicheng saw this, he didn't believe it. He drank half a bowl of sour plum soup at one go. As soon as he was about to boast, his face became strange and he couldn't say a word.
The flower on the street saw this, couldn't help but cover lip to smile, way: "how?"
Yan Beicheng quietly put away his proud look and gathered the sour plum soup in his own direction. He never mentioned that it was made by himself. He pointed to the green plum and said, "this is what I picked from Lincheng early in the morning. I don't believe it's not to your taste."
However, in view of what happened just now, he picked up one and tasted it himself.
It's really a famous green plum. It's really sour and astringent.
Yan Beicheng's handsome face is almost distorted.
The flower on the street "poof Chi" came out with a smile, and the tears that covered her stomach almost squeezed out.
Yan Beicheng just chewed a mouthful, and then he couldn't bear it. He forced himself to swallow it, and then he looked at the flower with a bitter face. "Mo'er, I've tasted it for you. It's really sour and acerbic. It should suit your appetite."
"Who told you I was sour?" Mo Shanghua's fetuses are nearly three months old, and she is still in good spirits.
"You want Qin ya to make sour plum soup for you every day. Is it sour?" Yan Beicheng was puzzled.
Unfortunately, Qin Ya is not here at this time. If not, he will ask Qin Ya directly.
One side has always, and in the heart sigh, if Qin Ya is not here today, he will not volunteer to cook flowers for me.
Mo Shanghua lies back on the beauty couch again. Wen Yan just lazily raises her eyebrows and says: "you didn't ask me to drink those tonic soup every day a while ago. I'm very tired of it. This sour plum soup is refreshing and delicious. I naturally like it."
After a pause, she took her lips and gave a smile. She used to caress her belly. "However, I like spicy things a bit."
Yan North City handsome face just collapsed down, smell speech eye is a bright again, "you mean, may be a daughter?"
Said, gather up to want to personally across the belly of Mo Shanghua to listen to, Mo Shanghua pushed him away some, face black line, "now less than three months, how can you see men and women."
"Both men and women, I will cherish it as a treasure." Yan Beicheng's face remained unchanged, and his face was solemn.
Mo Shanghua then laughed again, especially warm in her heart, "however, I hope to be a daughter. I don't know why. I just like my daughter. "
She only remembered part of the things in her dream, and after thinking about them for a long time, she still knew little about them.
Ning knows that the box she sent still can't be opened, and she is not entangled. She takes it out of the palace and locks it in the box. The dream never happened again, and the scene in the dream seems to fade away.
However, these are no longer important.
In her heart, she had already thought that what should happen could never escape, and she had to let it go.
The most important thing now is to enjoy the present.
In this world where men are superior and women are inferior, Yan Beicheng is an alien. It is enough to hold him in the palm of your hand, treasure her and love her.
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Mo Shanghua took sour plum soup with a smile and took a sip of it. "It doesn't seem that Qin Ya made it."
Yan Beicheng's eyebrows and eyes suddenly flew a little proud. If he had a tail, he would have gone up to the sky. "It's natural. It's for my husband to cook for you."
Seeing this, Mo Shanghua put sour plum soup in front of him and said, "no wonder the taste is so strange. You have to taste it yourself."
When Yan Beicheng saw this, he didn't believe it. He drank half a bowl of sour plum soup at one go. As soon as he was about to boast, his face became strange and he couldn't say a word.
The flower on the street saw this, couldn't help but cover lip to smile, way: "how?"
Yan Beicheng quietly put away his proud look and gathered the sour plum soup in his own direction. He never mentioned that it was made by himself. He pointed to the green plum and said, "this is what I picked from Lincheng early in the morning. I don't believe it's not to your taste."
However, in view of what happened just now, he picked up one and tasted it himself.
It's really a famous green plum. It's really sour and astringent.
Yan Beicheng's handsome face is almost distorted.
The flower on the street "poof Chi" came out with a smile, and the tears that covered her stomach almost squeezed out.
Yan Beicheng just chewed a mouthful, and then he couldn't bear it. He forced himself to swallow it, and then he looked at the flower with a bitter face. "Mo'er, I've tasted it for you. It's really sour and acerbic. It should suit your appetite."
"Who told you I was sour?" Mo Shanghua's fetuses are nearly three months old, and she is still in good spirits.
"You want Qin ya to make sour plum soup for you every day. Is it sour?" Yan Beicheng was puzzled.
Unfortunately, Qin Ya is not here at this time. If not, he will ask Qin Ya directly.
One side has always, and in the heart sigh, if Qin Ya is not here today, he will not volunteer to cook flowers for me.
Mo Shanghua lies back on the beauty couch again. Wen Yan just lazily raises her eyebrows and says: "you didn't ask me to drink those tonic soup every day a while ago. I'm very tired of it. This sour plum soup is refreshing and delicious. I naturally like it."
After a pause, she took her lips and gave a smile. She used to caress her belly. "However, I like spicy things a bit."
Yan North City handsome face just collapsed down, smell speech eye is a bright again, "you mean, may be a daughter?"
Said, gather up to want to personally across the belly of Mo Shanghua to listen to, Mo Shanghua pushed him away some, face black line, "now less than three months, how can you see men and women."
"Both men and women, I will cherish it as a treasure." Yan Beicheng's face remained unchanged, and his face was solemn.
Mo Shanghua then laughed again, especially warm in her heart, "however, I hope to be a daughter. I don't know why. I just like my daughter. "
She only remembered part of the things in her dream, and after thinking about them for a long time, she still knew little about them.
Ning knows that the box she sent still can't be opened, and she is not entangled. She takes it out of the palace and locks it in the box. The dream never happened again, and the scene in the dream seems to fade away.
However, these are no longer important.
In her heart, she had already thought that what should happen could never escape, and she had to let it go.
The most important thing now is to enjoy the present.
In this world where men are superior and women are inferior, Yan Beicheng is an alien. It is enough to hold him in the palm of your hand, treasure her and love her.
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Mo Shanghua took sour plum soup with a smile and took a sip of it. "It doesn't seem that Qin Ya made it." Yan Beicheng's eyebrows and eyes suddenly flew a little proud. If he had a tail, he would have gone up to the sky. "It's natural. It's for my husband to cook for you." Seeing this, Mo Shanghua put sour plum soup in front of him and said, "no wonder the taste is so strange. You have to taste it yourself." When Yan Beicheng saw this, he didn't believe it. He drank half a bowl of sour plum soup at one go. As soon as he was about to boast, his face became strange and he couldn't say a word. The flower on the street saw this, couldn't help but cover lip to smile, way: "how?" Yan Beicheng quietly put away his proud look and gathered the sour plum soup in his own direction. He never mentioned that it was made by himself. He pointed to the green plum and said, "this is what I picked from Lincheng early in the morning. I don't believe it's not to your taste." However, in view of what happened just now, he picked up one and tasted it himself. It's really a famous green plum. It's really sour and astringent. Yan Beicheng's handsome face is almost distorted. The flower on the street "poof Chi" came out with a smile, and the tears that covered her stomach almost squeezed out. Yan Beicheng just chewed a mouthful, and then he couldn't bear it. He forced himself to swallow it, and then he looked at the flower with a bitter face. "Mo'er, I've tasted it for you. It's really sour and acerbic. It should suit your appetite." "Who told you I was sour?" Mo Shanghua's fetuses are nearly three months old, and she is still in good spirits. "You want Qin ya to make sour plum soup for you every day. Is it sour?" Yan Beicheng was puzzled. Unfortunately, Qin Ya is not here at this time. If not, he will ask Qin Ya directly. One side has always, and in the heart sigh, if Qin Ya is not here today, he will not volunteer to cook flowers for me. Mo Shanghua lies back on the beauty couch again. Wen Yan just lazily raises her eyebrows and says: "you didn't ask me to drink those tonic soup every day a while ago. I'm very tired of it. This sour plum soup is refreshing and delicious. I naturally like it." After a pause, she took her lips and gave a smile. She used to caress her belly. "However, I like spicy things a bit." Yan North City handsome face just collapsed down, smell speech eye is a bright again, "you mean, may be a daughter?" Said, gather up to want to personally across the belly of Mo Shanghua to listen to, Mo Shanghua pushed him away some, face black line, "now less than three months, how can you see men and women." "Both men and women, I will cherish it as a treasure." Yan Beicheng's face remained unchanged, and his face was solemn. Mo Shanghua then laughed again, especially warm in her heart, "however, I hope to be a daughter. I don't know why. I just like my daughter. " She only remembered part of the things in her dream, and after thinking about them for a long time, she still knew little about them. Ning knows that the box she sent still can't be opened, and she is not entangled. She takes it out of the palace and locks it in the box. The dream never happened again, and the scene in the dream seems to fade away. However, these are no longer important. In her heart, she had already thought that what should happen could never escape, and she had to let it go. The most important thing now is to enjoy the present. In this world where men are superior and women are inferior, Yan Beicheng is an alien. It is enough to hold him in the palm of your hand, treasure her and love her. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
