Help!I'm so pregnant that I'm pampered by my nemesis

After He Qingying unlocked the door and entered, he happened to see Su Ziyang lazily walking downstairs and immediately waved to him.

"Kid, come here, sister will let you play with toys."

The corner of Su Ziyang's mouth twitched. He was 23 and had graduated from college. If he got married early at this age, he would have children.

Moreover, the girl downstairs is only 29 years old. She is well-maintained and looks about the same age as him.

That's right, he is really handsome, especially his ability to play with machines, which makes Su Ziyang admire him endlessly.

"Sister Qingying, what good things have you brought to my boss?" Su Ziyang dragged his slippers and ran downstairs, drowsiness and other things disappeared.

Which boy doesn't like playing with machines?

"The laser sweeping robot I newly developed is very effective. Come over and assemble it together."

Su Ziyang guessed that the models produced by He Qingying must be different from those on the market and must be much more advanced.

Sure enough, when I opened the box, I saw a human head. No, it was a simulated robot head.

"Is it a humanoid machine?" The eldest lady never talks much nonsense. If you say it's a robot, it's really a person.

"Otherwise? Don't underestimate her. She's very capable. She can sweep the floor, wipe the table, and pick up things. She can do simple tasks anyway."

Feng Jiu is usually too busy to take care of the hygiene at home. She only hires housekeepers when she remembers, or Aunt Yao comes to help her clean up when she has time.

He Qingying directly customized a robot that can do housework for her to save trouble.

The two of them immediately started assembling while whispering to each other.

It took several people to move the ingredients outside the hospital several times, which shows how large the quantity is.

After returning home, Fengjiu let them play by themselves and wanted to help in the kitchen. These little sisters were not outsiders anyway, but they were kicked out by Aunt Yao.

"You go and stay with your friend."

After saying that, she ran upstairs and picked up Su Ziran from his sleep to do something.

Feng Jiu, it’s really not her who is lazy, this is Su Ziran’s fate.

Feng Jiu took out some fruits from the space, fried them into juice, added spiritual spring water, and then brought them to the living room.

He picked up a cup and handed it to Jiang Shiyuan: "Mr. Jiang, have a try."

Jiang Shiyuan put down the phone in his hand and stared at Feng Jiu for a long time before saying, "Tell me why you can sleep so well? It's totally illogical."

Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows and fed the juice into her mouth: "Would you believe me if I said I traveled through time?"

Jiang Shiyuan rolled his eyes and snorted: "Only we, Xiao Li, would believe it." As an actor, he has acted in so many time-travel dramas that he can no longer distinguish reality.

You want her, a data analyst, to believe such unfounded things? Did Fengjiu go crazy when he delivered the baby? Or do you sleep too much until your brain freezes?

Jiang Shiyuan, like the elders, took a sip of juice from the cup raised by Feng Jiu.

Then his body stiffened, and then without saying a word, he reached out and snatched the cup over, and finished the glass of juice in two or three gulps, still feeling unsatisfied.

"You didn't add any ingredients to the juice, did you? It tastes so good. Have another drink!"

As someone who specializes in investment and financial management, Jiang Shiyuan is never short of money. What has he never eaten? She suddenly felt that those top-notch dishes were not as good as Feng Jiu's simple glass of juice.

Damn it, seeing herself as a starving ghost.

"I'm discerning. I've really added good ingredients to make you live a long life. Don't drink too much. You'll be able to hold on. You'll still have lunch at noon."

Jiang Shiyuan shrugged, suddenly sat over and hugged Feng Jiu: "You really scared me, you are obviously a doctor, but why are you in worse shape than us.

Are you short of money? Such a life-threatening job must be exhausting.

Well, there are several hundred million in this card, which are all your investment dividends, so use them first.

Feng Jiu, we are not short of money, so don’t work so hard, okay? "

Feng Jiu's coma was a blow to several people. They didn't dare to stay up late anymore. After all, no one would protect their bodies anymore. "Don't worry, it was an accident. It won't happen again. It's you who need to take care of yourself.

Has your aunt been in pain recently? I'll give you acupuncture first. "

Feng Jiu put the card away casually. Originally this was her investment money, so you're welcome.

Then he took out the golden needle, pushed Jiang Shiyuan down on the sofa, lifted up her clothes, and inserted it into the acupuncture point on her lower abdomen.

This movement was really rough, fast and accurate. Jiang Shiyuan immediately accepted it, and soon he let out a comfortable sigh.

"I want to know if you can carry such a long needle with you at all times without pricking yourself?"

In the past, Feng Jiu kept her silver needles in the cabinet, and often only wore a not-so-long belt with her as a weapon for self-defense.

Now it was just a needle. It felt like Feng Jiu was not sleeping for no reason, but was practicing in seclusion.

"Practice makes perfect. My acupuncture skills are improving like crazy. Don't look at it. You can't learn it. Just count your money carefully."

Feng Jiu couldn't do the job that Jiang Shiyuan did because of his specialization in the art industry, but it would be nice if he had the money.

Not long after, the remaining four friends also arrived.

Zheng Sangning, the fashion designer, directly brought two seasons of clothes to Fengjiu.

Super star Li Chaoyan gave away several sets of limited edition jewelry, all of which she received for free as an endorsement.

Xu Zhiyi is a chemical engineer and has all kinds of top-notch cosmetics. She gave them to Fengjiu in the past, and Feng Jiu used them up during the two planes. Now she just needs to replenish them.

As for Chu Ange, the architectural designer actually gave Fengjiu VIP memberships in various high-end entertainment venues.

"You're wasting it on me. I rarely have time to go out and have fun." Feng Jiu laughed dumbly.

"Keep it, no one else can grab it if they have money. You can take your uncle, aunt and others out to relax when you have time."

How can life be without entertainment? Chu Ange really convinced Feng Jiu.

"Your lifestyle must change. Just working is not enough. I will take you to play and fly with you in the future."

"Okay, okay, Master Song has the final say." But Feng Jiu felt that her life might not change much because she still had to put her career first. This was her task.

A few friendly people sat around chatting and joking, and time seemed to have returned to its original state. It would be great if it could continue like this.

However, at this moment, the landline at home suddenly rang. It was the call from the guard office.

"Doctor Feng, there is a gentleman named Dongfang Yu at the door. He says he is your husband. Do you want him to come in?"

Security guard Xiaoliang's voice came from the other end of the phone, filling the entire living room, and everyone present heard it.

Then, everyone looked at Feng Jiu dumbfounded.

"What did the security guard just say? I can't hear you clearly. Please tell me again." Li Chaoyan widened her charming eyes, which were equally charming.

"Dongfang Yu, Doctor Feng's husband." Xu Zhiyi calmly reported.

"No! Feng Jiu, weren't you asleep? Why did you wake up with a husband?" Chu Ange was even more confused.

"You don't even have a baby, right?" Zheng Sangning thought she should design baby clothes.

"Dongfang Yu! Which Dongfang Yu? It can't be that Dongfang Yu, right?" The most excited person was Jiang Shiyuan.

It just so happened that she knew Dongfang Yu, although not familiar with him.

Feng Jiu didn't expect that Dongfang Yu would suddenly come to her door. (End of chapter)