As Zhou Sicheng expected, as soon as his circle of friends was posted, Lan Mu arrived in a while and turned into two men and three women. Zhou Sicheng finally became more comfortable.

Wenjing finished her last bite of dessert, put down her fork with satisfaction, and looked at everyone and said, "Suddenly I want to eat grilled lamb chops. Let's have dinner together tonight."

She subconsciously touched her belly.

A little bit supportive.

Yan Zao frowned, "Aren't you afraid of changing the size of your wedding dress then?"

Just after finishing my meal, I thought of supper again.

Wen Jing curled her lips, "It's okay, today is the last indulgence."

‘Puchi…’

Zhou Sicheng, who was sitting opposite, burst into laughter. Fortunately, he covered his mouth with his hands in time, otherwise he would have sprayed Wenjing's face.

Everyone looked at Zhou Sicheng. Wen Jing had already handed Zhou Sicheng a tissue and was very dissatisfied with his reaction, "Why are you laughing at?"

Zhou Sicheng took the tissue and shook his head funny, "It's nothing, it's just that I just heard the same thing yesterday."

And not only yesterday, I seemed to hear it the day before yesterday.

These days the more she talks about losing weight, the more she eats.

Wenjing frowned, "I haven't said it..."

Very unconfident.

It was obviously said, everyone heard it and tacitly understood.

At this time, Fu Qinwen spoke, "I can't eat with you tonight, and I will have to go to class later."

Today is the weekend, Wenjing asked: "Would you like to make up for your lessons?"

Fu Qinwen nodded, "Yes."

Wenjing: "Aren't you a top student? Why do you still need to make up for your lessons?"

Fu Qinwen: "I am not a top student, I am a poor student."

She raised her hand and scratched the back of her head, smiling embarrassedly.

Wenjing said: "Let Xiaojingguan give you a lesson. He is a top student."

She immediately thought of a top student sitting opposite her, "Looking for Yan Zao, she is also a top student."

Yan Zao is most afraid of trouble and doesn’t like communication. Wen Jing just joked that she didn’t really want Fu Qinwen to withdraw from the tutoring class to find Yan Zao to make up for her.

But unexpectedly, Yan Zao nodded and agreed to the job, "Yes, Lan Mu can also give you some lessons."

And he also introduced his husband.

Lan Mu was playing with his cell phone, but it was nothing to do with him. Suddenly he was named. He raised his eyelids and looked at Yan Zao, raising his eyebrows...

I'm afraid this stupid woman is crazy, right?

He actually asked him to give him a tutor!

Just as he was wrinkling, Yan Zao's eyes suddenly turned to him, "Is it my husband?"

Lan Mu nodded without hesitation, "Yes."

But his hands clenched their fists.

It can be seen that his wife likes this little girl very much and wants her to become her future sister-in-law.

Sure enough, my brother was even more intimate. For the sake of my brother, I actually asked my husband to give other girls a lesson. Do she know how precious his time is? How much money does he have to make in one minute?

Captain Lan complained in his heart for three minutes, and he still had a face hanging until the afternoon tea ended. He had always been serious and deep, so no one could see that he was not open to the forest.

Everyone should eat and drink, and the conversation is very enjoyable.

Of course, it is impossible for Fu Qinwen to not go to the tutoring class, and it is even more impossible for Yan Yuanjing to give her a tutoring class, as her mother will kill her.

Yan Zao's belly grew bigger day by day, the quiet wedding was getting closer and closer, and the weather was getting colder day by day, so he turned out to wear the sweater.

Yan Zao was wearing furry home clothes and sat on the sofa tidying up a bunch of baby supplies. She patiently folded two small sweaters, unable to put them down, and had a smile on her face.

It seemed that something special about the sweater. Lan Mu passed by and asked curiously: "Where did this sweater come from?"

Yan Zao smiled and said, "Wenwen knitted sweater for the baby."

She raised the two small sweaters to show Lan Mu, "You're very good at hand."

In Lan Mu's eyes, he was a very ordinary sweater, "I didn't see it."

But Fu Qinwen was just in high school and was surprised that high school students could knit sweaters. He changed his subject again, "But he is more skillful than you, at least he can knit sweaters."

Yan Zao snorted coldly, "I can weave it too, but I'm too lazy to weave it."

Speaking of this, Lan Mu suddenly remembered something. He came to Yan Zao and looked at her condescendingly and asked: "Will you knit a scarf for Cheng Xingzhi when you were in college?"

Had a scarf for Cheng Xingzhi? Yan Zao wanted to come and ring, but she only knitted a scarf. She asked Lan Mu: "Is the gray one?"

Lan Mu nodded, "Yes."

My heart began to feel sad. It seemed that this stupid woman had really knitted scarves for other men. Although she didn't like Cheng Xingzhi, she was indeed special about Cheng Xingzhi.

Very sad.

Yan Zao almost couldn't help laughing and said seriously: "That was woven for my dog."

Kitted for the dog? Lan Mu frowned, "Why should dogs wear scarves?"

But subtle changes began to occur in his heart, and it was no longer so blocked.

Yan Zao nodded, "Well, my dog ​​is special."

He lowered his head and continued to sort out his things.

Lan Mu was particularly afraid of dogs, especially the big golden retriever of Yan Zao's family. Every time he went, he would bark. He didn't look like a good person. He said disgustedly: "That dog is so ugly."

Yan Zao raised his eyebrows, "Is that true?"

She looked up at Lan Mu, lowered her head and smiled again.

"Yes!"

Lan Mu responded loudly to Yan Zao.

Then he left.

Yan Zao looked at Lan Mu's angry back and shook his head in a funny way.

...

In winter morning, the old city is still full of fireworks. The old men and women still go to the park to exercise, carry vegetable baskets to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and neighbors greet each other when they meet.

The sun was shining, Yan Zao was walking on the familiar path, and the neighbor's aunt waved to her with a smile.

"I'm back soon."

"This belly is six months old, right?"

Yan Zao rarely had a warm smile on his face, responding to everyone's words.

She looked at those smiling faces, and the memories of her childhood emerged in her mind.

This path was the only way she had to go to and from school. The people who walked this path were still the ones, but she grew up and they were old.

The yard door was open. Yan Zao stepped into the door. Xu Meihong was sweeping the yard. She looked up and saw Yan Zao, and was surprised and surprised, "Zhao, why did you come back so early?"

She immediately put down the broom in her hand and welcomed Yan Zao.

"I'll find something."

Yan Zao walked into the house.

Her attitude is neither lukewarm nor hot.

Xu Meihong greeted the back, "Have you had breakfast?"

Yan Qiao nodded and "I've eaten."

She entered the door, changed her shoes, and walked straight to the second floor.

When she arrived at the door of her room, the room door was open and there was nothing inside, leaving only an empty window, and her face changed.

It became very cold, and turned around and asked Xu Meihong: "Where did my things go?"

Her eyes were sore, and Xu Meihong pointed to the room opposite and replied to her: "The things I gave you in the room are moved to Xiaojing's room. He rarely comes back in college."

Yan Yuanjing's room is the best room in the house except for the master bedroom. Yan lived in a worse room than the study room before.
Chapter completed!