Billion Dollar Husband, Delivered to Your Door!

It is strange that a person who is so indifferent does not have a good face to her, but she often thinks of him.

Lin Motong put down the magazine, deliberately trying to expel Ming Ye's cold look from her mind, but expelling it for a long time didn't help.

Touching the bulging belly, her heart is full of uncertainty...Who the child is is currently unknown, and there is still no definite number about herself and her mother.

It was originally intended to be checked, but now she is looking like a pot belly, and it is impossible for her to find any clues, so she has to wait patiently.

Fortunately, being able to accompany Yueyue and Ruirui is also a comfort in life.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she couldn't sleep. She didn't eat much at night, and she was starving now.

Only in the kitchen is there food, Lin Motong got up, tiptoedly opened the door, and walked out.

As soon as she walked out, she saw a figure, she was shocked, until the sensor light turned on, she realized that it was cold tomorrow.

Lin Motong sighed lightly, "Master, are you still asleep?"

Mingye glanced at her coldly and said: "When I want to go to bed, it's not your turn to take care."

"I just think it's weird, why are you staying in the corridor at such a big night?" Lin Motong said, but she knew that he must have his reasons, so she didn't ask much.

"Aren't you staying in the corridor?" Ming Ye said coldly.

She supported her waist, held her belly, and smiled embarrassedly and said, "I'm a little hungry, I want to go down and find something to eat. Didn't bother you?"

Ming Ye was cold and silent, watching her walking downstairs, he followed.

Lin Motong said hurriedly, "You don't need to accompany me, I will go down to get some food by myself, and I will go upstairs soon."

"Who said I want to accompany you?" Ming Ye gave her a cold look.

"Okay..." Lin Motong realized that she was passionate, and slowly walked downstairs, holding on to the handrail.

It was dark in the kitchen. Lin Motong turned on the light. He just wanted to eat some fruits, but he was really hungry while pregnant. Sometimes fruits and vegetables are not worthwhile for pregnant women.

Seeing that there was leftover rice, she simply beat an egg, cut the tomatoes, put the oil in the hot pan, fry the eggs golden, put the tomatoes in the fry, and put the rice in.

Eggs and tomatoes obviously have moisture, but the egg noodles she scrambled are just wrapped in golden egg liquid and tomatoes. The grains are distinct, not too soft, but full of fragrance.

She conveniently boiled water in another pan. In a three-compartment frying pan, one compartment was fried with butter, one compartment was fried with double-sided golden tofu, and the other compartment was fried with two pieces of corn.

In the boiling pot, she conveniently put a few beef **** and a few lettuce leaves.

Suddenly, the whole kitchen was full of fragrance.

The rich aroma of egg fried rice, the burnt aroma of sausages, the double-sided golden tofu sizzle, and the beef meatballs mixed with the clear aroma of lettuce, wafting through the kitchen.

When Lin Motong did this, her hands and feet were very swift. She had been used to doing these since she was a child, and she didn't find it bothersome at all.

Although he had a big belly, his movements were clean and neat, with a slight smile on his face, and these simple supper was done in a while.

She looked back and saw that Ming Ye Leng did not leave. He poured the red wine and stood aside, sipping a sip, leisurely and contented.