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

If Feng Jiu wanted to know the list of traffic accidents, wouldn't she have to go to the Dongfang family's old house?

Mr. Dongfang will only give it if she comes to the door in person, right? After all, she is different from Dongfang Yu, a person who has lost his memory and needs to cultivate himself.

But Dongfang Yu had a subtle feeling in his heart that Feng Jiu was about to hit Yuling Mountain.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to get the accident list, the old man won't let me participate in those things.

But if you want to go to Yuling Mountain, I can accompany you. "Dongfang Yu told the truth.

Feng Jiu didn't care too much. She was free if people didn't help her, and her relationship with the Dongfang family meant that she couldn't be helped by just a phone call.

It wasn't polite either, she had to pay her a visit in person.

"Then can you help me make an appointment to meet Grandpa Dongfang?"

The old man is a general, and now that he has retired, he still has the title. It would be difficult for ordinary people to see him. Feng Jiu can make an appointment when the old man is free.

"Okay, I'll make a call."

Dongfang Yu had just finished his breakfast. He put away the dishes on the table and took them to the kitchen to wash them. His movements were so skillful and natural.

Feng Jiu held her chin and looked at his back, thinking, surely the young master of the Dongfang family doesn't know how to do housework, right?

Just like Zhao Huaizhi before, he was clumsy and would break bowls as soon as he entered the kitchen.

Dongfang Yu washed the dishes, wiped them clean, and arranged them neatly. He really looked like a good family man.

He doesn't look like a bad guy this way.

Tsk, this kind of good husband doesn’t know what woman is getting an advantage over. Now, she just needs to collect the rent.

Dongfang Yu went upstairs to make a call on his mobile phone, while Fengjiu went into the kitchen, picked some juicy fruits from the trees in the space, and found two baskets to put them in.

This became the best souvenir. She couldn't go empty-handed, right?

The fruits that were originally given by neighbors at home were replaced by Fengjiu and placed in the space.

She did this yesterday, changed a lot of them, and gave them to a few friends and the Su family to take home to eat.

The fruits produced by the space contain spiritual energy. Eating them is definitely good for the body, and the taste is also unique. No one could refuse. Even Uncle Su, who didn’t like fruits, ate several of them without knowing it.

Feng Jiu plans to give fruits produced by the space to people around her from time to time, which will also achieve the same effect of maintaining health in the long run.

Since there was nothing to decorate, Fengjiu could only fill two full baskets to make it look better.

Now, just wait for the good news from Dongfang Yu.

Not long after, Dongfang Yu went downstairs and fulfilled his mission: "Grandpa is free today, we can go there now."

"Okay, I'll go upstairs and change clothes."

Feng Jiu didn't dress up much, so she casually picked a summer dress that Zheng Sangning sent yesterday.

A simple purple dress suit, focusing on comfort.

She styled her long hair into a ponytail and put on some lipstick. She looked as if she had been dressed up, making her more refined.

She carried a handbag, which only contained a mobile phone. In fact, Feng Jiu had put everything in the space.

When Feng Jiu went downstairs, Dongfang Yu was stunned for a moment, and then quickly looked away. She was really beautiful.

"Let's go." Feng Jiu walked to the table and lifted two heavy fruit baskets at the same time, but it looked like she was holding two bottles of mineral water.

"I'll do it." Dongfang Yu was still more of a gentleman and hurriedly shared the pressure with Feng Jiu.

Feng Jiu didn't refuse, because she had to drive.

The garage is on the right, the door is also voice-activated, and Fengjiu's car is the most ordinary Audi.

It’s been a long time since I drove a car. For Feng Jiu, it took two hundred years, so she felt a little unfamiliar.