My Demon Tyrant And Sweet Baby

Chapter 839: National Treasure-Level Treatment Makes Crazy

Ningjia.

Without seeing each other for several days, Zhang Xiao felt that Wing Chun had gained weight.

She couldn't help measuring Wing Chun's waist with her hands, and said, "Wing Chun, are you gaining weight? This waist is getting thicker." She touched Wing Chun's lower abdomen again, and muttered, "No. It's been more than a month, I feel pregnant."

Originally, she brought Mu Ya to the Ning’s house to accompany Wing Chun. Wing Chun was very happy. Who knew that when she met, Zhang Xiao said that she had gained weight. Wing Chun immediately stepped down and complained: "Every day I will eat more, eat more, supplement more, can I not gain weight? What show you, how can I show you so quickly, it's because I have gained weight and have a small belly."

Zhang Xiao smiled, "I am teasing you, but you are not fat at all."

Give her a white look and lie! Wing Chun first hugged Mu Ya and kissed her desperately for a dozen times. Mu Ya had to push away the mouth that she wanted to get closer, and complained: "Auntie, if you kiss again, Mu Ya will not be able to see people. ."

Wing Chun Dale asked her: "Why can't I see people?"

"The face will be swollen, and it will be shameful."

Wing Chun laughed and walked outside the house holding Mu Ya, and said to Zhang Xiao: "You mother and daughter will be responsible to accompany me out to relax tonight. If I don't go out for a walk, I will have hair all over my body."

"Wing Chun!"

Suddenly a low voice came from the room.

Then, when he saw Feng Batian blowing out like a gust of wind, Zhang Xiao was stunned, and the old man's movements were amazing.

"Let it down, put it down, put this little thing down immediately."

Feng Batian ordered, and took Mu Ya from Wing Chun’s arms by himself, and then returned Mu Ya to Zhang Xiao. He began to educate Wing Chun with earnestness: "Wing Chun, you are now twins. People, what you have in your belly is the future heir of our Flame Gate, be careful, don’t hold that little thing, that little thing weighs tens of kilograms when you look at it, don’t say if you are tired if you hold it, in case she has two little feet Kick, what should I do if the kick hits your stomach?"

Zhang Xiao:...

Mu Ya looked down at her little feet. Will her two feet kick around?

Mu Ya was full of guilt when she was told by the old grandfather, and she felt that her aunt would make the baby in her aunt's belly disappear just now.

"The master."

Wing Chun was going crazy by this nervous old man.

Ning Zhiyuan was not as nervous as the sect master.

"Where are you going? It's time for dinner. I have someone to make soup for you. Go in the house and drink the soup." Feng Batian ignored the black faces of several people and asked Wing Chun to go back to the house for dinner and soup.

Wing Chun's face blackened: "Door, please raise your hands high and let me go. An hour ago, I was forced by your old man to drink a full glass of milk and eat two snacks. Very, I have to walk around to have an appetite to eat."

"It's a snack, not a regular meal, it's not enough to eat."

Where can I not eat enough? Wing Chun felt that he was holding on.

Zhang Xiao finally understood why Wing Chun had to call for help on the phone.

With the master here, anyone will be crazy.

The Ning family now has bodyguards to guard the gate, which is naturally arranged by the gatekeeper. The gatekeeper treats Wing Chun as a princess. He can’t wait to transfer the entire elite of the Flame Gate here to help him guard Wing Chun until Wing Chun is safe. Until he gave birth to an heir.

Wing Chun really doesn't like the heir of the doormaster.

This is the crystallization of love between her and Ning Zhiyuan, not for the flame gate.

Ning Zhiyuan also said that his son would not enter the flame gate, but the master...

"I let Zhiyuan come back."

Wing Chun couldn't stand this mother-in-law's master, so he called Ning Zhiyuan in front of the master.

The doorkeeper curled his mouth, touched his nose, and muttered: "Zhiyuan is my junior, it's useless for you to complain to him."

Is it useful?

Ning Zhiyuan answered the door master with practical actions, that is, he ordered the people below to drag the door master away directly.

The poor sect master lost even a bit of his status in front of his heirs, and so did the people below. He was the sect master, and they dared to drag him out.

When the doormaster was dragged out, he was still telling Wing Chun to remember to drink up his soothing soup.

After finally clearing the doormaster, Wing Chun’s expression calmed down, but he couldn’t help but said to Ning Zhiyuan: “It’s all caused by you. Look at what life I’m living now. I can’t go anywhere. Let me sit on a soft chair and be raised as a pig by him. Seeing his piggy look makes my heart cold as water."

Ning Zhiyuan glared at his sister who was stealing Le, Zhang Xiao quickly suppressed his smile.

"I will let the old man go back. If he dares to harass you and control you, I will leave the flame gate."

Ning Zhiyuan knew that he was too excited when he first learned of being his father, and he missed his words, and in the end he provokes the crazy old man, making the couple uneasy.

"Just be cruel to him."

"Well, a little harder."

Ning Zhiyuan gently coaxed his beloved wife, took Wing Chun's shoulders, and led her into the house.

Zhang Xiao put Mu Ya down, Mu Ya kicked and stretched her feet, and asked Zhang Xiao: "Mom, the grandfather said I would kick my aunt in the stomach, will I?"

"No, that's grandpa nonsense."

"Oh."

"Mu Ya, uncle is back, let's go in."

"it is good."

The mother and daughter went in hand in hand. At the door of the house, I heard Ning Zhiyuan softly coaxing Wing Chun to drink soup. The love words popped out in piles, making Zhang Xiao stunned and couldn't believe the love words. The man coaxing his wife to drink soup is his cold-faced cousin.

Seeing Wing Chun's final defeat, Zhang Xiao couldn't help laughing after drinking a bowl of tonic soup.

In fact, Ning Zhiyuan and the master are the same, but Ning Zhiyuan always let Wing Chun eat the delicacy and drink the soup.

It is Ning Zhiyuan who really feeds Wing Chun fat.

Ning Zhiyuan is the one who really makes Wing Chun do nothing but raise a baby.

Zhang Xiao discovered that her cousin was actually very black.

However, Wing Chun’s pregnancy months are still small, so there is no need to make special supplements. If Wing Chun is really made into a fat pig, the fetus is too big, it will not be good.

Therefore, Zhang Xiao Zhenger called Ning Zhiyuan outside and reminded Ning Zhiyuan seriously: "Brother, if you help Wing Chun make up like this, it may not be a good thing. It will make Wing Chun's weight gain too much. Soon, it will make the fetus too big, but Wing Chun suffers during childbirth."

Ning Zhiyuan pursed his lips, shaking and worried in his eyes.

"Brother didn't want to make Wing Chun so tired. I let her get pregnant early, but she can't restrict her freedom in the name of love. You should see it in your eyes. Such days are not what Wing Chun wants."

Ning Zhiyuan hurriedly made a silent gesture, "Xiao'er, keep your voice down, don't let Wing Chun hear it."

Wing Chun’s entrance joy was Ning Zhiyuan’s calculation.