"Right, right? You think so too, don't you? You caught me completely off guard. I wasn't prepared at all!"
I haven't spoken to him since we left the Lu family! Punish him!
Looking at this message, An Yiruo could imagine Zhang Yuanyuan's angry and fierce expression at that moment.
However, her senior brother did not do a very good job in this matter, and she did not intend to speak well of him.
After all, given Zhang Yuanyuan's personality, she'd probably forget about it after a good night's sleep. When young couples have disagreements, the worst thing you can do is for bystanders to offer unsolicited advice.
Let the young couple resolve their own issues!
"Hmm. So you're still up so late? Are you keeping watch over Mr. Mo on New Year's Eve?"
"I've already gone to bed. I was worried about you, so I sent you a message. Also, I have something to tell you."
"What important matter is it that you need to tell me in the middle of the night!"
Zhang Yuanyuan held her phone, looking puzzled and confused.
"This is a big and joyous occasion. You're going to be a godmother, so get your gift money ready!"
"Aaaaaah, what did you say? Say it again!"
Zhang Yuanyuan's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and the joy in her eyes was incredibly genuine.
It was clear that Zhang Yuanyuan was genuinely happy for An Yiruo.
"I told you, I'm pregnant! But it's still early in the pregnancy, so I haven't announced it yet. You, as my godmother, have to keep it a secret too!"
"What should I do, Yi Ruo? I'm so excited! More excited than when I was pregnant myself!"
How are you feeling right now? Is there anything that's bothering you?
And what time is it?! You're pregnant! Pregnant! Staying up so late, go to sleep!
In her excitement, Zhang Yuanyuan suddenly realized that it was already past midnight, and that it was not good for her and her baby if she didn't rest at this time, especially since she was a pregnant woman.
"Is it really necessary to be so dramatic! Let's talk about it when we meet in a couple of days." An Yiruo held her phone, looking at the message sent by Zhang Yuanyuan. She felt warm inside, but she still couldn't help but laugh and cry.
All I'm doing is being pregnant, so why do other people see me as a fragile porcelain doll that's about to break at the slightest touch?
"Okay, okay, go and get some rest! Don't stay up late."
Zhang Yuanyuan stared at her phone for a long time, then rolled around in bed a few times, too excited to sleep, and put all the unpleasantness between her and Lu Ze behind her.
I went online to look up relevant precautions for pregnant women, and also searched for precautions regarding baby products.
Immediately afterwards, she began placing orders like crazy, for her best friend and for her unborn baby.
Looking at the string of numbers in her shopping cart, Zhang Yuanyuan didn't feel heartache for the first time; instead, she felt it was all worthwhile.
During the Spring Festival, An Yiruo stayed at the Mo family's old house. When she returned to Xinghai Bay, she felt that something was different about the house.
But for a moment, they couldn't figure out exactly what was different.
With her doubts, An Yiru changed into slippers in the entryway and went inside to check.
Until her calf accidentally touched the coffee table, but surprisingly, she didn't feel the pain she had expected.
Looking down, An Yiruo saw that the edges of the coffee table were covered with protective stickers. The material was soft and wouldn't hurt if you touched it.
Turning around, I noticed that all the furniture and sharp corners were covered with protective stickers: "Honey, did you arrange all of this?"
An Yiruo walked up to Mo Jingchen, tiptoed slightly, wrapped her arms around his neck, raised her head, looked at him with a smile, and whispered.
"Wife, can I take it as you're seducing me? Hmm?" Mo Jingchen casually placed his hands on An Yiruo's waist, looked at her tenderly, and said softly.
"No, you can't!"
"You're being naughty, you did it on purpose!"
"So what if I did it on purpose? Go ahead and hit me."
"Nothing is more important than my wife, so let it be. But... I'll collect some interest too!"
After saying that, Mo Jingchen lowered his head and kissed An Yiruo's lips. The kiss deepened until An Yiruo's legs went weak and she could no longer support her own weight, so she softly fell into Mo Jingchen's arms.
"An'an~", Mo Jingchen looked at An Yiruo with dreamy eyes and affection.
"Honey, no, I'm pregnant!"
Although An Yiruo was also affected by Mo Jingchen's emotions at this moment, she still couldn't be careless considering the baby in her belly.
"I feel a little unwell... An'an," Mo Jingchen said, pulling An Yiruo into his arms.
Even through her clothes, An Yiruo could feel the intense heat emanating from Mo Jingchen's body.
"Or...why don't you go take a cold shower?"
"No, I'll catch a cold!"
“Then why don’t you let me go and stay by yourself for a while?” An Yiruo offered her second suggestion in her ancient Egypt.
"No, I can't bear to part with my wife."
“Then…you…” An Yiruo hesitated, wondering if Mo Jingchen was… bottling it up because of this.
Just as she was pondering the consequences of this, her body suddenly felt light as Mo Jingchen lifted her up and carried her upstairs.
"What are you doing? Put me down... I can't..."
"Don't worry, I won't touch you, but I need your help!"
An Yiruo quickly understood the meaning of the word "help"!
The two came out of the restroom one after the other. An Yiruo looked miserable and shook her sore hands.
Following behind her, Mo Jingchen still looked refreshed and harmless.
"Mo Jingchen, you're shameless! I'm so tired!"
“Then… I’ll try to be faster next time! But… if it’s too fast… is An’an really willing?” Mo Jingchen said with a half-smile as he leaned closer and hugged An Yiruo.
"You pervert!"
"Haha, I'm just teasing you. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you," Mo Jingchen said softly, holding the person in his arms.
"I want to eat a Manchu Han Imperial Feast."
"An'an is being naughty again!"
"snort!"
"Or shall we have ten dishes and a soup?"
An Yiruo believed that Mo Jingchen's suggestion was definitely not the traditional ten dishes plus one soup.
"Are you trying to trick me?" An Yiruo, her vigilance heightened, scrutinized Mo Jingchen with her eyes.
"Don't worry, just wait patiently."
Seeing Mo Jingchen leave with such confidence, An Yiruo had her doubts, but Mo Jingchen wouldn't let her go downstairs to see.
All I could do was guess from inside the bedroom what kind of cuisine he was referring to as "ten dishes and one soup"!
"Honey, dinner's ready."
Just as An Yiruo was getting bored scrolling through short videos on her tablet, Mo Jingchen's voice called her to dinner from the doorway.
“He was starving, and he even kicked me in protest!” An Yiruo said, pointing to her stomach.
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