Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Dou Qiaoan looked at the interface and smiled with satisfaction.

"Tangtang is pregnant."

She dropped a bombshell.

Everyone was shocked!

"what!"

...

Second floor bedroom.

Zhou Beicheng carefully placed her on the bed, then moved closer and kissed her on the forehead.

Sitting next to her, he held her hand tightly: "I'm sorry..."

Meng Yutang looked at him with dark eyes: "Why do you say sorry?"

Zhou Beicheng's Adam's apple rolled, but he didn't speak.

He has clearly taken safety measures. Although Meng Yutang said that last time, he still doesn't want her to take the risk of having a baby for him.

"Tangtang...we..."

He glanced down at her stomach.

Meng Yutang watched him raise his hand and put it on his stomach.

Although he still couldn't feel anything, a strange feeling made Zhou Beicheng look up at her.

"Uncle Zhou, are you unhappy?"

Zhou Beicheng looked at her and couldn't say a single word.

"happy."

But he worries more.

...

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At the last meal, everyone was restless, with joys and worries.

After the end, Meng Yutang said that he would go to the hospital with Lu Zhiqiu for an examination.

A group of people wanted to follow, but in the end Meng Yutang ordered them not to go and wait for the news at home, so they all waited obediently at home.

Mo Ting and Dou Qiaoan followed.

When Meng Yutang was doing the checkup, Dou Qiaoan wanted to do the checkup too. She didn't feel relieved when she didn't see her with her own eyes.

In the end, it was Lu Zhiqiu who showed Mo Ting's report to her and told her that she was relieved.

Meng Yutang and the others went back after checking.

Lu Zhiqiu looked at Dou Qiaoan: "Why do I feel that these two people are not very happy to have a baby?"

Dou Qiaoan glanced at him, pursed her lips silently and did not speak.

Mo Ting thought for a while: "Maybe I didn't react, it was a bit sudden."

Lu Zhiqiu nodded, then looked at the two of them: "Why don't you two leave!"

Dou Qiaoan turned her head and pulled Mo Ting before leaving: "I don't like staying with you for too long!"

The two couldn't help bickering as soon as they talked, and Mo Ting couldn't help but smile.

Dou Qiaoan turned and glared at him: "What are you laughing at! Go home and lie down!"

Mo Ting was helpless: "I don't have to lie down every day, my limbs will degenerate if I lie down."

Dou Qiao'an: "It's okay, I'll take care of you when you degenerate! It also prevents me from looking for you everywhere."

Wen Yanmo was stunned for a moment, and stood there without moving. Dou Qiaoan couldn't move, and turned to look at him: "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable? Let's go back then!"

She looked at him nervously.

Mo Ting shook his head.

He raised his hand and grabbed her arm.

"Jojo..."

Dou Qiaoan was taken aback, her friends usually called her Doudou, and after coming to Fengcheng, Mo Ting was the first person to call her Qiao Qiao.

Every time she listened to it, she felt that he was not calling her, but he was calling someone else through himself, the person hidden deep in his memory...

And every time he called her that, he wanted to say something seriously.

Dou Qiaoan stopped talking, and she also wanted to see what he could say this time.

Who knew that when he came up, he just said: "Qiao Qiao, I am a dying person..."

"Damn! Pooh! You are sick! What are you talking about! It's so unlucky!"

Mo Ting looked at her: "I am indeed sick."

Dou Qiaoan: "..."

"A person like me is not worthy of your staying for me. You have a great youth to live, instead of staying by my side all the time, taking care of me who is half buried in the earth."