I go north, you go south

"So fast?"

Nan Zishu quickly turned to look at the clock on the wall.

"It's really been half an hour..." She scratched her head at a loss, and reluctantly took back her hand holding the other side of the tablet.

"Shu Shu..."

Ling Bei suddenly grabbed Nan Zishu's wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"Hey!"

Unexpectedly, Nan Zishu fell completely on top of Ling Bei.

"What are you doing again?" The little girl frowned.

Ling Bei laughed, approached Nan Zishu and whispered softly in his ear: "Why do you feel like you are about to become a mother, and you are getting cuter and cuter? Huh?"

The lingering note at the end made Nan Zishu's face heat up.

"What a mess..."

She whispered in a distracted voice: "Isn't this always the case?"

"It seems you just want to take advantage of me..."

"Really?"

Ling Bei raised Nan Zishu's chin with his fingers and rubbed the corner of her mouth with a hint of nothingness: "You are all mine, and you are still pregnant with my child..."

"Do I need to do these unnecessary things?"

"Hey... Abei, please don't..."

Ling Bei's approach made Nan Zishu feel itchy in his heart.

Although she knew that he would not act out of control at this time, she still instinctively wanted to shrink back.

However, before Nan Zishu could completely push the man in front of him away, the sound of the secret door lock being unlocked interrupted everything.

Outside the door, Fang Jiaming, who was wearing a cashmere coat, was pushing a suitcase. Through the barrier of the entrance, he could see the situation on the sofa at this time.

The pushing action between the two seemed particularly ambiguous at this moment.Fang Jiaming walked in angrily, grabbed Ling Bei's collar and threw him aside.

"Get out of here and cook!"

Maybe this is the first time in his life that Fang Jiaming has been so angry with his son: "If you dare to do anything worse than a beast, see if I will beat you to death!"

Ling Bei and Nan Zishu were both stunned on the spot.

"Oh, Mom, we were just joking, Abei can't do it."

Nan Zishu reacted first and hurriedly took Fang Jiaming's arm and shook it coquettishly: "You must have had a hard time coming all the way here, right?"

Seeing that Fang Jiaming was still staring at Ling Bei with blazing eyes, Nan Zishu simply climbed over the sofa and forcibly pulled her over.

By the way, he gave Ling Bei a "You retreat first, I'll take care of it" look.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much."

Nan Zishu poured a cup of tea for Fang Jiaming with a smile: "It's snowing tonight, can you have a cup?"

"Abei has been clearing out all the wine at home recently, so let's replace the wine with tea to get rid of the cold."

At present, Fang Jiaming just saw that his daughter-in-law was pleased with her, and he took a sip of tea with great support.

"Well, this pot of lapsang souchong is really good."

"Really!" Nan Zishu's eyes sparkled: "The tea leaves are indeed of good quality. The leaves curl up beautifully when you wash the tea."

"Even I can't drink tea now..."

Nan Zishu smiled helplessly: "It's just today that you came over and I made a pot."

"Shu Shu, I heard from Xiaohuan and the others that you have suffered a lot recently..."

Fang Jiaming put down the tea cup gently, with distress in his eyes: "Look, you have lost so much weight. You are completely thinner than before you came here."

"Oh, Mom, it's not as exaggerated as you said."

Nan Zishu patted Fang Jiaming's hand in a comforting manner and raised a faint smile: "How can I be immune to the consequences of early pregnancy?"