Born to be pregnant

Chapter 4 Fat Meat Delivered to Your Mouth
"Damn Tang Mowan, you femme fatale! Shit—" Fu Zimu yelled loudly, but he couldn't stop Tang Mowan from leaving.

It's just that this time I was not lucky, as soon as I opened the door, I bumped into Tang Wanru.

Tang Wanru frowned and looked at her.

She wrapped the bathrobe tightly around her body, was barefoot, and held clean clothes in her hands. She looked very funny, and her eyes met, which was also very awkward.

Tang Mowan finally chuckled: "Mom." Then she passed by.

Tang Wanru was stunned. Hearing the low growl from the bathroom, when he approached, he saw Fu Zimu lying there moaning and wearing only a pair of underwear, and Tang Mowan's appearance when he left, his heart sank. valley bottom.

She knows who Fu Zimu is and what he does.However, she couldn't cry or make trouble, because she had already lost her qualifications two years ago.

She leaned over and helped Fu Zimu up.

Fu Zimu looked distressed, groaned twice, and only said: "I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me, you go to rest."

"Zimu." Tang Wanru said, her voice was as melodious as a yellow warbler singing a green willow, with a leisurely sense of beauty, "Last night, you must have been very tired. I'll ask someone to make you some bone soup to make up for it today."

"It's up to you." Fu Zimu limped away while pressing his injured butt.

Tang Wanru stood where she was, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

She narrowed her slender Danfeng eyes, which were full of hatred, calculation and resentment.

She could have been able to walk between the Fu family and his son with ease on her own, but Cheng Yaojin, who was killed halfway in the late Tang Dynasty, was really disliked.

The dining table of the Fu family is a bit strange.

Because Fu Chengguang was not there, such a three-legged situation made people lose the slightest appetite.

Tang Mowan drank the milk absently, but Tang Wanru asked, "Mowan, should I explain where you went last night? I thought you left and didn't intend to come back."

Tang Mowan came back to his senses, put down the cup in his hand, chuckled, and glanced at Fu Zimu: "Don't you still welcome me to stay and watch the show? Wouldn't it be too cheap for you not to come back?"

Tang Wanru's face remained unchanged: "Oh, I thought you ran off to find a man."

Back stiffened, Tang Mowan's cold eyes fell on Tang Wanru's carefully made-up face: "I'm not you, I'm not so hungry, I'm full, go to work, you eat slowly."

Without any nostalgia, she took her bag and left.

When I left, there was a burst of charming fragrance. It was Anna Sui's latest wishing spirit. It tasted elegant and indifferent, very unique.

She was wearing a white suit, but she still couldn't hide her slim figure.The young and tender skin is rosy in the white, and just a little makeup is enough to make her beautiful. The long black hair is tied into a high ponytail, which sways beautifully as she walks.

Fu Zimu stared obsessively at her back as she disappeared into the entrance, closed his eyes and smelled the residual perfume in the air, and then bowed his head to eat breakfast.

(End of this chapter)