Hua Hua laughed flirtatiously: "Ah ha, I’m hungry. I’m going in for breakfast."
But before he ran through the entrance, the butler politely stopped him. Hua Hua asked in confusion: "What’s up?"
"Young Master Hua, Mr. has reunited with Miss Chen Xing like they’re newlyweds. If you’re hungry, I can set up a separate al for you in the kitchen." Although he didn’t say it explicitly, wasn’t it obvious?
What he ant was: Can you please stop being a third wheel?
Hua Hua lifted one eyebrow: "You move."
Then he strutted in, followed closely by Huanhuan and Nan Baihao. They hadn’t witnessed any excitent this early morning, and with their stomachs growling with hunger, they joined Hua Hua.
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In the dining room, Gu Shaocheng glared hard at these oblivious third wheels. Everyone collectively ignored his scowl and refused to leave.
At the table, Nan Baihao was an extrely devoted husband. He wished he could move all the delicious food from the table in front of Huanhuan, who was pregnant. After Gu Shaocheng coughs lightly a few tis, Baihao acted as though he didn’t hear, serving Huanhuan ticulously. Chenxing had wanted a sour dish for breakfast and had special ordered a bowl of sour plum soup from the kitchen. Yet before she could take a sip, a hand swiped the bowl away. Nan Baihao then placed the bowl of sour plum soup in front of Huanhuan: "Huanhuan, you have this one. You love the sour ones the most."
Chenxing let out an awkward smile: "Actually, I don’t!"
Gu Shaocheng initially wanted to retrieve the soup, but rembering Silly was now pregnant, he gave up. He made a gesture: "Bring another bowl of sour plum soup."
Gu Shaocheng picked up food with chopsticks for Chenxing but before he could place it down, the food had already been taken away. Nan Baihao acted like Eunuch Li serving an emperor as he giggled: "Huanhuan, try this. It’s quite tasty."
Hua Hua’s chopsticks were just about to land, but his movents were not as fast as Nan Baihao’s.
Everyone took turns watching the "shaless" couple happily. Hua Hua was not pleased: "Third Brother, what are we going to eat?"
Nan Baihao pointed to the table: "There’s still plenty on the table. Help yourselves, don’t be shy, make yourself at ho."
"You certainly took it to heart. Make yourself at ho indeed!" Despite his gracious offer, Hua Hua huffed in displeasure. Then he glanced at the mountain of dishes in front of Huanhuan, thinking to himself, even a pig wouldn’t be able to finish all that.
Nan Baihao chuckled, looking at Young Master Gu: "Bro, you don’t mind, do you? My Huanhuan is now a priority. She’s carrying my child, can’t be careless."
Gu Shaocheng twitched the corner of his mouth, laughing silently in his heart: "Eat all you want."
His heart was green with envy. When he glanced at Chen Xing, and thought about her not wanting his child, his heart ached. The elegant man pinched Chen Xing’s face: "If you have a child for , I’d spoil you like this."
Chenxing stuck out her tongue and buried her face in her food.
However, her heart was in a tumult, and she stealthily felt her belly under the table.
After the al, she pulled Huanhuan to the side to whisper: "Huanhuan, what were your symptoms when you first got pregnant? What symptoms do you have now?"
Huanhuan, who was sick and tired of her pregnancy, poured out all her grievances. Before, no one cared if she was running around. But now, if she took one slightly bigger step, Nan Baihao wouldn’t allow it. It was just like being a slave.
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