Anyway, I can’t admit that her knife work is not good.
Even if you can’t cook, even cutting a fruit is a shame.
Yu Tingchuan glanced at her with an air of interest, then rolled up his shirt cuff and took the porcelain knife, and his thumb and forefinger pinched her little face.
The whole song dynasty looked at Yutingchuan’s back next to it, and my heart was very sweet.
Eating fruit salad this evening was made by Yu Tingchuan.
But the insider has one
Little cousin eats a mouthful of salad dressing and doesn’t mean to say it’s delicious. My cousin doesn’t talk much, but she also eats several bananas. Hearing my aunt boast that banana slices are cut thin, Song Qingcheng smiled and looked at Yu Tingchuan, who was chatting with her cousin about stocks, and said modestly, "Just eat whatever you want."
Arrange cousins to rest at night and return to the master bedroom in Song Dynasty.
Seeing Yu Tingchuan unbuttoning his shirt and getting ready to take a shower, she suggested "take a shower together" on a whim.
Yutingchuan didn’t connect and didn’t refuse.
"I’ll get my clothes," said Song Qingcheng, turning into the coat and hat.
When she came out with clean clothes, she found that the washing door was locked from the inside.
Song whole heart condescension don’t just take a bath, I don’t do anything, why prevent me from being so tight, thinking like this, she didn’t say a word to Yutingchuan until she finished taking a bath.
Yu Tingchuan noticed that letting go of her eyes fell on her face with great interest. "What’s the matter?"
The whole Song Dynasty turned over and left his back to him.
"How can people who want to be mothers still be childish?"
Hear this song city still ignored him.
Yu Tingchuan stretched out his hand and held people in his arms, gently opening his mouth. "Isn’t it just taking a bath and being angry with me for this?"
The whole song dynasty turned aside and was held by him.
Yu Tingchuan not only didn’t let go, but his arm was slightly folded and his heavy voice was particularly magnetic because of deliberate depression. "Just now, your uncle said that you are becoming more and more sensible, so give me a look and I will praise you in vain."
"I didn’t let you boast …" Song city top back.
Yu Tingchuan saw that she was finally willing to talk, and the bridge of her nose gently rubbed her neck and talked and laughed. "I can’t help but want to boast that I want to take a shower and come back later."
Song Qingcheng changed the topic "I thought it was better to live on campus and it was inconvenient to go home every day".
Yu Tingchuan asked "What is inconvenient?"
"…" Song city didn’t say anything.
"Don’t be sexual with me at this time."
YuTingChuan gentle tone "how do you live in this situation? Learn to let Lao Zhao pick you up and drop you off at a school gate, and it’s not convenient for you to cook. "
I don’t know if it worked. Song Qingcheng turned around and faced him. After a while, he suddenly said, "It is said that when a woman is pregnant, it is the peak of men’s derailment, which will greatly reduce the attractiveness of men. I just found out that you are pregnant and you have to lock the door when you take a shower. Are you not interested in me?"
Yu Tingchuan felt funny. "Locking a door is not interested in you?"
"Otherwise?" The whole Song Dynasty was investigated. "I asked you to make tea in the kitchen just now. You really let me go to cut fruit and said that you have no heart."
It’s always strange for a woman to think about things during pregnancy.
Yu Tingchuan didn’t explain anything. She turned over from the back to the Song Dynasty, and the palm print was slightly rough. Her big hand reached into her pajamas, and the other arm held her ear. Warm breath brushed her forehead and her voice was low. "Is that all right?"
-digression–
Mrs. Yu and boss Yu seem to want this baby to be a daughter.
A fertilized egg in the stomach, hehe
☆ Chapter 29 How long does it take to get pregnant? (Revised)
Song Qingcheng was enveloped in Yu Tingchuan’s arms.
The nose and mouth are the faint scent of his body mixed with shower gel.
I feel that breathing is getting hotter and hotter.
Yu Tingchuan’s left arm is still in bed. Song Qingcheng lies on his back, his cheeks and ears are red. He can’t tell whether it’s the heat or the reason. Listening to the subtle noise in the quilt, he can’t help but reach out and help the man’s generous shoulders and back.
After a while, her pajamas were taken out and put aside.
Yutingchuan body close to some again.
The atmosphere in the bedroom is getting more and more red-faced
Song Qingcheng’s legs went round and round under the covers, and then he felt that Yutingchuan’s big hand was sticking to her skin and moving along her flat navel, and then his dry and warm palm touched her hipbone.
Men’s fingers are burnt like fire, which makes Song Qingcheng have the illusion that his skin is burnt.
I found that Yu Tingchuan was still dressed neatly. Song Qingcheng took the initiative to reach into the bed and pulled his pajamas. "You also took off."
Yu Tingchuan grabbed her strange little hand and smiled. "How long has it been since I was pregnant? I don’t know my body?"