Throwing Down Honey Peach: The President's Favorite

In the evening, William Feng took Mo Yiyi to his private villa in Japan.Baidu search,

Mo Yiyi, who had just entered the gate, had a stomach churn and felt like throwing up again.

She covered her mouth and hurried towards the direction William Feng was pointing at.

"Left ahead is the washroom." William Feng followed Mo Yiyi and quickly ran over while pointing the way, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

Mo Yiyi crawled on the sink, "vomit..." water came out of her stomach.

William Feng patted Mo Yiyi's back lightly, his frowning couldn't hide the uneasiness and worry in his heart.

Mo Yiyi felt better in her stomach, rinsed her mouth with the warm water handed over by William Feng, took the paper towel in his hand, wiped her mouth, and took a light breath.

"Yiyi, do you feel any discomfort? How long has this been going on? Shall I ask a doctor to take a look?" William Feng looked at Mo Yiyi nervously, with a meaningful look in his blue eyes.

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"It's okay, it was just uncomfortable for a while, and it's much better now." Once the pregnancy reaction passed, Mo Yiyi was no different from a normal person.

"Is it really all right? If it hurts any more, shall we go see a doctor? Otherwise, I will be very worried..." William Feng said softly, looking at Mo Yiyi's stubborn little face, he could only compromise, but

Before coming, he had already informed the servants in the villa that dinner was ready.

"Master, dinner is ready, please." A middle-aged European woman came over respectfully, bowed to William Feng, then turned to Mo Yiyi and smiled respectfully, "Miss Mo,

Master specially invited authentic Chinese chefs to cook your favorite Chinese dishes for you, I hope you like them. "

Mo Yiyi looked at William Feng's cheeks with a gentle smile all the time, blushed a little shyly, and said softly, "Thank you."

William Feng just smiled and rubbed Mo Yiyi's head lovingly,

"Yiyi, you should be hungry after sitting on the plane for so long. In addition to your favorite Chinese dishes, today I also specially prepared Japanese special snacks, silver rice balls."

"Silver rice balls?" Mo Yiyi pursed her lips habitually, looked at his charming cheek suspiciously, and held her mouth. She had only heard of seaweed rice balls, glutinous rice balls, salted fish rice balls, and silver rice balls is indeed the first dish. Second-rate

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"Are the silver rice balls delicious?" She asked innocently.

"You'll know if you eat or not." William Feng smiled, looking at Mo Yiyi dotingly, his blue smiling eyes were as clear as the holy water of Tianchi Lake, and the smile was harmless to humans and animals.

He pulled Mo Yiyi to sit beside him, drove away the servants, and carefully arranged vegetables for her by himself. After a while, Mo Yiyi's porcelain bowl had piled up into a hill.

"Hurry up and eat, or the dishes will be cold." Mo Yiyi looked at the delicious dishes piled up in her bowl, eating very comfortably.

It's strange to say that I used to eat a small bowl of rice and I was full, but now I eat three bowls of rice in a row, I feel half full, and I'm still hungry very quickly, I don't know why I can eat so much recently.

William Feng squinted his pretty blue eyes, watching Mo Yiyi's sudden increase in appetite, and thought of something.

Soon after dinner, William Feng received the information from the insider of the secret door that Nangong Yu was not dead and that his camp in Shanghai had been destroyed, but whether it was the news that Nangong Yu was not dead or his own camp

He didn't seem to care that much about the land being razed to the ground.