"Auntie, it's not your due date yet, don't tell anyone yet."
A trace of longing flashed across Huang Jianing's face, "I hope it's a boy this time."
Aunt Wang laughed out loud twice, patted her thigh and said, "Don't worry, I'm the most strict one!"
Song Yiyi: "Really?"
I'm afraid even Aunt Wang herself doesn't believe this.
Aunt Wang laughed dryly, nudged Song Yiyi with her elbow, and abruptly changed the subject: "Yiyi, have you reconciled with your husband?"
Song Yiyi smiled slightly: "When did we become bad?"
She turned her head and looked at Aunt Wang with a questioning look.
Aunt Wang shrank her neck and said, "Don't look at me like that. I didn't say anything nonsense this time!"
This sentence is true.
Aunt Wang really didn't dare to say anything to Cen Yue.
She was afraid of affecting her stupid son's work.
People in the courtyard gossip with each other, and at most they just chat a little.
Cen Yue really does what he says.
"By the way, let me tell you, your nephew and his wife have been quarreling again these days!"
Aunt Wang suddenly became excited.
She felt that her words were not forceful enough, so she stood up and gestured and clapped her hands.
Song Yiyi in her expressive performance.
I ate an unexpected melon.
I don’t know what Cen Bowen was thinking. He found someone of Cen Anguo’s status just to arrange a job for Huo Tianqi.
It was still an inconspicuous job in the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe.
Let’s not talk about asking Cen Anguo to do this for now.
It's somewhat of a waste of talent.
Cen Bowen and Huo Tianqi are two people who have nothing in common.
Everyone was curious about how they met.
Cen Bowen just did it, without even saying a word to his grandfather.
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