He leaned close to her, smelled the strands of hair, and a scent came on her face.

Qiao Yimo's heartbeat was a little abnormal, so he quickly said: "I'm so hungry, eat and eat!"

He wants to eat her more than breakfast now.

If he bears it any longer, he will soon become a monk.

I don't know when this little girl will grow up.

But he doesn't want her to grow up...

The man loosened her waist and walked to the restaurant with her hand.

At this time, many exquisite snacks and all kinds of morning drinks have been placed on the table.

Qiao Yimo looked at a bowl of strangely colored liquid in front of him, and pushed it away.

Leng Juan looked at her blankly, "What's the matter? Don't try it?"

Seeing Qiao Yimo frowning and feeling very uncomfortable, the chef on the side walked over and explained: "Miss Qiao, this is a specialty snack of a certain Beijing-soybean juice." The genius remembered for a second.

Qiao Yimo was silent for a while.

Seeing this, Leng Juan smiled lightly, with a somewhat provocative tone, "Don't dare to taste it?"

"Who said that?" After the words came, Qiao Yimo raised the bowl in front of him, hesitated for a while, and then took a drink.

The man curled his lips and looked bad.

However, in the next second, Qiao Yimo's face changed and he spit out the empty bowl in front of him.

Bo Hua, who had just come in from the door, happened to see Qiao Yimo's vomiting. His face changed slightly, and his gaze slowly shifted from her face to alone.

His expression changed from worry to joy.

Has someone succeeded in the Leng family?

This Miss Qiao got pregnant so soon?

Thinking of this, he immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to the old lady in M ​​country.

Qiao Yimo picked up the restaurant paper on the side and wiped his mouth.

This...this thing is so hard to swallow!

A bad taste?

"It's necrotic!" Qiao Yimo glared at the man sitting at the dining table.

Is this enough for a man to give her soy milk overnight?

Leng Juo couldn't help laughing, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "How does it taste?"

Dare to ask?

I don't know what hell this man has in his heart.

Leng Juan held the tissue and handed it over and chuckled, "I just let you taste it, so you don't want to drink it with such a big gulp."

But how did he know that this little girl was so unprovocative.

In a word, she was confused.

Qiao Yimo picked up the boiled water on the table, swallowed a few sips, and complained: "I just believe it too much. If I changed it to a drink with a strange color like this, I would never touch it."

A smile flashed across the man's face, and he patted his back distressedly, "Momo, it's me who was wrong!"

the other side.

Bo Hua just finished sending the message to the old lady.

The old lady answered the call immediately, and Bo Hua was also very excited, and he answered it.

The voice on the phone said excitedly: "You mean Xiao Qiao has it?"

"It's true, I just saw her vomiting with my own eyes! That state is absolutely inferior to that of a pregnant woman!" Bo Hua said excitedly to the person on the other end of the phone.

The old lady on the other end of the phone was happy, Mom, this Xiao Leng is really proud of it.

For a moment, her body froze, and her eyes passed a bit of chill, this kid still has a bit of humanity? How could Xiao Qiao have a baby so soon?

Xiao Qiao is only eighteen years old!

And she still has to go to university, is she going to school with a big belly?

The more Mrs. Leng thinks, the more wrong she becomes. It seems that she is going back to S City!

Bo Huanian noticed the emotional contrast of the old lady one after the other, and only felt that she was overjoyed, so he didn't care.

The corners of his mouth curled up, with a faint smile, trying to tell everyone in the Leng family this good news.

As a result, a mysterious group suddenly popped up a message: "Miss Qiao has a little guy in her stomach. All the people in the Leng family will work hard to take care of our future wife."

All the people in this group of Lengs were there, including servants, butlers, and even drivers, but the only owner of the Lengs was absent.

Don't even think about it, but also know what this group is here for.

Probably it was the gossip. As for the latest chat history, it was the day Qiao Yimo moved into Leng's house. JrNovels.com