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  Han Xiaoye was struck by lightning, could it be that he really did not hold back during her pregnancy and cheated?

   She didn't believe it from the bottom of her heart, but she felt an uncomfortable feeling in her heart. That kind of feeling cannot be controlled by reason, it's sour, just like drinking vinegar, it's sour. Han Xiaoye silently hugged him again, wrapped his arms around his waist, and said dully, "You didn't walk with me tonight."

  Fu Zhiyan rarely saw her coquettish, so he softened and rubbed her soft short hair, "I must come back early tomorrow night."

   "What about the day after tomorrow?"

   "...will be back sooner too."

   "What about the day after tomorrow?"

  “…”

   "What about the day after tomorrow?"

  “…”

   "What about the day after tomorrow?" In fact, what she wanted to say was every night in the future.

  Fu Zhiyan's temple jumped, "Xiaoye, don't make trouble."

   The man in his arms shoved him away with a snap, his face tensed, and his mouth twitched, "If you don't make trouble, go take a shower! You work and have meetings all day long, and your body smells like sweat. It stinks to death!"

  Fu Zhiyan went upstairs helplessly.

   When he went upstairs, the people in the living room uncovered the squirrel mandarin fish covered on the dining table. The squirrel mandarin fish has been kept for a long time, and it looks cool and has no aesthetic feeling at all. Han Xiaoye was stunned for a while, then picked up the plate and emptied the fish into the trash can. Afraid of being discovered, I covered the trash can with several layers of paper until the fish could not be seen. She just closed the lid of the trash can and hid the trash can in the corner.

   After finishing all this, she rubbed her face and went upstairs.

  Fu Zhiyan upstairs has already taken a shower and is wiping his hair, looking in a mess.

  Han Xiaoye looked left and right, and felt that this man was too attractive.

   Don't talk about identity and money in your pocket, just rely on your face and figure, you can walk to the peak of life in minutes. Especially recently, it's not as powerful as the cold one, and it's more and more provocative.

   She looked at herself in the mirror, but she couldn't see anything in her stomach for more than a month. But the scar on his face that Ji Shuya grabbed was not healed yet. She didn't pay much attention to it when she saw it in the morning, but now she wants to scratch off all the scabs on her face. But she is not stupid. When the scab is removed, the wound will be torn open again. The second time it is torn open, the chance of scarring will be greater. The more she looked at it, the more she felt suffocated, and the more she looked at it, the more ugly she felt. Not only the wound on the face is ugly, but the complexion on the face is also very ugly, and the right cheek also looks like it is swollen...

  Han Xiaoye looked upset, turned his head to look at the man who was in stark contrast to her, and seemed to say casually, "Little uncle, isn't the injury on my face ugly?"

  Fu Zhiyan had already dried his hair, put the handkerchief on the chair, and opened the door of the refrigerator in the room. He took out a bottle of milk and put it in the heater without raising his head, "Well, it's ugly."

  Han Xiaoye was stunned and held back again, and asked reluctantly, "Really ugly? Especially ugly?"

  The milk was hot, and the cold man poured the milk into the cup and handed it to her, "Try the temperature, if it's too hot, let it sit for a while before drinking it."

  Han Xiaoye quickly put the milk on the bedside table, raised his face and pointed at his wound, "Is this really particularly ugly?"

  Fu Zhiyan's eyes narrowed slightly. In fact, the little hooligan is very good-looking. Although it is not to the point of perfect facial features, it is delicate and small, especially with a pair of big eyes, smart spirits, and beautiful vitality. Even if there is a scar on her left face, it doesn't affect her appearance, but it adds a bit of an exotic feeling. But he didn't forget how the injury came about. If he didn't teach him a lesson, some people would heal the scar and forget the pain.

  Han Xiaoye didn't dare to move when he saw him, blinked his eyes, wishing to show his best side.

   But he was too embarrassed to be too obvious. He wanted to give a charming smile, but instead the smile was as stiff as the corners of his mouth twitching.

   After a long pause, when the corner of her mouth was about to twitch, the man's gaze finally moved away, and Han Xiaoye's heart was pounding, waiting for the answer. just heard-

   "Extremely ugly."

  Crack!

   A crack in the heart.

   The corners of her mouth, which she was struggling to pull up, suddenly loosened, just like an eggplant hit by frost.

   "Is it really that ugly? Otherwise, buy me a plane ticket, I'll just go and do the whole thing."

   She doesn't want plastic surgery, why do you have to have plastic surgery? Is it good to look good with a sharp chin and big eyes? Don't you scare yourself when you wake up in the middle of the night and look in the mirror like that? After all, when someone didn't wake up, seeing an unfamiliar face in the mirror at first glance, you shouldn't be scared to be a little crazy.

  But...I don't want to do anything on my face, but I want him to look good.

Han Xiaoye hesitated for a while, and then added, "Let's say it first, I will only fix the injured part of my face, and I will not move the other parts. You can't let people put two salt water bags on my chest, I'm afraid of being hurt by you. Cracked."

   pinch... burst...

  Fu Zhiyan's temples throbbed wildly, took a deep breath, handed her the milk cup on the bedside table again, and replied calmly, "No."

Where does Han Xiaoye want to drink milk at this moment, she is in a terrible mood, she can't hear it, she swoops over, throws the person on the bed, her face flushes red, and she growls angrily, "Then who do you want to **** off? salt water bag?"

   He was still holding the milk in his hand, and with this sway, the milky white milk suddenly poured out. All sprinkled on the girl's chest clothes, she was wearing a pink pajamas, the fabric was soaked with milk, and immediately became transparent. The looming style, coupled with a lot of softness due to pregnancy, is undoubtedly a fatal temptation for men!

   The man lying on his back on the bed suddenly clenched the milk cup, his knuckles with clear knuckles turning blue and white. In a hoarse voice, "Ono, get up."

  Han Xiaoye still remembers the time when he said he would not pinch her salt water bag, plus all the previous accumulations, how could she be willing to get up. Not only did he refuse to get up, but he rolled his eyes and deliberately rubbed against his leg, pretending to be up. When he got up to a height of ten centimeters, his arms loosened again and he fell into his arms.

  Little Nizi drinks milk every day, and her body smells like milk. For Fu Zhiyan, it is a kind of torture in disguised form.

   His Adam's apple rolled down, his thin lips tightened, "I'll give you one more chance, get up."

   Get up! What can he do to her if she doesn't get up, but the doctor said that it couldn't be done three months ago. As for drawing the gun, if she doesn't, he can't just hold it back! Han Xiaoye has goods in his stomach, and he has no fear, "I don't!"

   "Huh." Dumb and sultry, "Are you sure you won't get up?"