Lao Jiu didn't know that he was disliked by Fujin. He felt very distressed when he saw that Fujin's eyes were so tired that the bruises were as heavy as ink.

Fujin is a warm-hearted person. These ten Fujins gave birth to children, which made their family very tired.

He was really distressed, but what he said really didn't sound good, "Go back and have a good rest, and stop worrying about those account books. This world can't be solved without you."

When Jiu Fujin heard this, he refused to let me take care of things, so that's okay. That is my main spiritual support now.

"It doesn't matter. You've worked hard, Mrs. Liu is about to give birth. This time, I'm looking forward to her giving birth to a big fat son. I'm going to see her if I have nothing to do. I'm thinking about it.

"The reason why they gave birth to a few children is that they received too little yang energy when they were pregnant." Jiu Fujin's gentle sentence contains a very lethal connotation, and Jiu Age will not understand it until the time comes.

Brother Jiu's throat rolled a few times, but it was his desire for a son that took over: "Okay, you have a good rest, I'll go take a look."

Jiu Fujin had a sarcastic smile on his lips: Go and stay with him. If you still feel awkward like this, it means you don't have enough yang energy!

You should reflect on it!

And if you don't fill him with hope, how can you let him be disappointed and miserable in the future?

Now, I will slowly return the thorns planted by you mother and son to you one by one.

Spend the rest of your life repenting!

If someone like you wants to have a son, you deserve it!

...

I don’t know why, but Prince Dun didn’t feel at ease today. He always had the illusion that the phoenix was far away from him and was not in this world at all.

This made him flustered, and even though Little Fugua suffered some losses at first and then took advantage of it, it didn't make him feel relieved.

"Phoenix, you're awake!" When Old Eleven saw Yuan Wense, his empty heart finally fell back into his heart.

"Hmm..." Yuan Wense lowered his head and ate without raising his head.

After laying three yolk eggs, I ate a bowl of noodles and slept for a day and a night.

Now she was really starving and felt like her stomach was going to rebel.

Lao Shi was still thinking about expressing his worries in a sentimental way, so he looked at Yuan Wense like a hero in an opera:

Bowl after bowl, bowl after bowl, three, four, five, six, seven or eight, flew into the mouth and no birds were seen.

[I don’t feel that my second sister’s poetry writing level has improved by leaps and bounds! __ Mud Bird! 】

If Yuan Wense knew what Lao Shi was thinking, he would definitely say that he was very strange.

This exquisite little bowl made by Prince Dun is about as big as the palm of your hand. It contains some noodles and half of it is water. Even if ten bowls are put together, it is not as big as a bowl of hotpot soaked mutton in Xi'an.

In her current state, she could easily kill ten bowls without explaining it.

Lao Shi swallowed dryly on the side: "Well, Phoenix, you can't eat like this even if you are hungry. Noodles are not a good thing. Let's take it slow, take it slow. How about two bowls of bird's nest?"

I always feel that my Fujin is too picky and is really easy to feed.

You have done so much to give birth to three sons, so why eat this crappy noodles!

He even felt sorry for her.

Yuan Wense shook his head, "I don't like swallow saliva."

The best blood swallow, cat poop coffee, etc. sound disgusting. There are so many spicy foods in the world, why bother yourself.
Chapter completed!