Entertainment: From the Octagon to the big screen

Chapter 824-I Love Learning
Chen Yu yawned and raised his hand to straighten his black trucker hat. He blinked at the bookcase and suddenly felt a sense of confusion and powerlessness from deep within his heart.

"Cough! Cough!"

Di Lieba had a stern look in her eyes, wrapped in a blanket, and leaned cross-legged against the head of the bed, supervising her husband's work.

But Chen Yu had been standing in front of the bookcase reading her husband's fortune for five minutes, then she tilted her neck back and made a sound, reminding her husband not to hesitate or show sympathy!

"The top three rows of comic sets have all been moved to the warehouse. You haven't read them since you bought them, and they're all antiques from the 1980s and 1990s."

Di Lieba lifted her legs and used her toes to direct Chen Yu from a distance.

"I want to watch it with my son while we lie on the bed or on the floor. This is called [Inheritance], understand?"

Chen Yu responded to Di Lieba in a rambling tone and then reached out to take it.

Upon hearing this, Di Lieba paused in her milk drinking action and rolled up her beautiful eyes. The father and the other two hid in the corner together, laughing and flipping through the movies "City Hunter" and "Cat's Eye"?
"How many of those crappy comic books of yours are worth showing to your children?"

Di Lieba said angrily while throwing the towel socks at Chen Yu. Chen Yu seemed to have eyes behind his head and easily dodged the missile with an elegant and agile sideways slide.

"What are you pretending for!"

The surface of this high-end custom-made bookcase is made of partition-type tempered glass. Di Lieba wipes it whenever she has nothing to do as an exercise, so Chen Yu's move just now is not surprising at all.

"Hey, as the wife of the world boxing champion, you deliberately ruined my place? Can you please show some loyalty?"

Chen Yu moved closer to the bookcase, blew on the glass and then rubbed it with his sleeve.

"Oh, I have to remind you, sir, you are just a former world boxing champion, a thing of the past, so stop putting on airs and get to work!"

Di Lieba threw a terry sock at her husband again, and this time Chen Yu used a kite to turn over and intercept it in mid-air.

"Okay, okay, Master, you are still as agile as ever. Pick up that one and put it in the bathroom. I will pick up the others and wash them together later."

Di Lieba smoothed her hair and glanced at the cartoon alarm clock on the bedside. It was just five o'clock in the morning. She wanted to lie down until six o'clock and then get up to wash up, but she couldn't fall asleep.

In the past ten days or so, my pregnancy symptoms have become more obvious.

That's why Di Lieba asked Chen Yu to take a week off from the crew so that he could stay at home with her and help her through the difficult times, and tidy up her room at the same time.

The "Introduction to Handbag Design" series of books that Dilraba Dilmurat bought from Amazon has been airmailed.

Now she had to clear a place to put these fourteen extra-thick books.

Fortunately, Di Lieba only bought a large box of learning materials and did not bring any equipment home.

"Why don't you put away all the sewing and children's clothing design?"

Chen Yu picked up the towel socks and turned back to look at Di Lieba who was rubbing her belly. The latter pursed her soft lips and then glanced upward and began to have a psychological struggle.

Di Lieba thought about the children's clothes she had made by herself, and it seemed that the colors and styles were indeed too avant-garde.

My son stands out from the crowd when he wears this and is easily envied or even isolated by other children.

Di Lieba clenched her left fist and lightly hit her right palm and decided to stop learning fashion design, and would either buy baby clothes from outside or ask her mother for help in the future.

Speaking of which, Di Lieba's mother has absolute say in making clothes for children. As for her mother-in-law, it is not convenient to comment.

Di Lieba feels that her mother-in-law’s needlework skills are only slightly better than hers.

"Hey, don't kill them all. Leave a few for show, to prove that I'm also a versatile mother with hands-on skills!"

The more Dilireba spoke, the softer her voice became, and finally she touched her belly and started muttering guiltily to herself.

"You're lying to your kids right now. Can you still be a role model?"

Chen Yu seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack. How could a parent lie in front of the baby? It is not shameful for a mother to not know how to do needlework.

Dilireba pursed her lips and secretly shook her middle finger at Chen Yu, then poked her belly:
"Look, your dad is so interesting. He can't reach the top row of books even if he sticks his head out, stretches his hands and stands on tiptoe." "Tsk, what are you talking about, little comrade! If you don't want to help or encourage us, don't deliberately undermine the morale of the troops."

Chen Yu secretly jumped on the spot and pulled the sewing book on the far left of the first row into his arms.

Di Lieba threw back her ponytail, raised her eyebrows, and said the four words "seek truth from facts".

"Huh, the little boxing champion is really ridiculous."

Di Lieba wrinkled her nose and started to help Chen Yu, while covering her belly and expressing that her biggest wish was that her son's height would break the genetic limit of 1.76 cm.

"One hundred and seventy-six is ​​not short, you know? Think about what we ate and drank when we were little."

Chen Yu jumped on the spot again.

"My family was not rich when I was a child, but you, my lord, are the good son of a great manor owner."

Di Lieba then glanced out the window with envy on her face, but her tone was very sarcastic.

"Besides, my mother-in-law is about 167, and my father-in-law is at least 180. Our family has good genes, so why do you discount them?"

Di Lieba feels that her son only inherited the outstanding facial features of his father-in-law and mother-in-law, and his height is very casual.

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If the overflowing beauty could be divided into height, it would be really perfect!
"Alas, there are no ifs in reality."

Dilireba patted her belly and sighed with regret. Now, she can only hope that her son can take up the responsibility.

"Can you please step on the stool and get those books up there? You're jumping around like a little grasshopper and it's annoying me."

"You can go back to bed. I'm not even thirty yet. Maybe I can rise higher."

Dilireba was choked up instantly. She felt that she should sincerely apologize to Chen Yu, but after thinking it over again and again, she said quietly:

"My breasts will grow again after breastfeeding, do you believe it?"

Upon hearing that, Chen Yu immediately leaned over and tiptoed to look over here, pursing her lips to examine her. Di Lieba puffed out her cheeks, sat up straight, and puffed out her chest.

"It's big enough, so there's no need to go under the knife. Don't be like Yang Mi."

"roll!"

The young couple flirted and played until about seven in the morning.

At this moment, Di Lieba was feeling sleepy, but according to her daily routine, she couldn't just let herself take a nap in Chen Yu's arms or on the bed.

So Di Lieba struggled to get up and prepare to clean the house to do some exercise to relieve her sleepiness. She also had to search for teaching materials on bag design and making.

The textbooks that Chen Yu just put out are all in English.

Although Di Lieba has no problem listening, reading and writing in English now, she still has some difficulty reading professional books.

Therefore, she wants to buy another set of Chinese textbooks for reference.

"Which set of textbooks do you use as the main one? If there is a conflict between the two."

Chen Yu took off his trucker hat and pretended to wipe the sweat off his face.

Di Lieba was about to say it was English, but she swallowed the words back when they reached her lips. As a Chinese, of course we must support Chinese textbooks!

Chen Yu whispered Dior's global spokesperson and a long list of other business titles of Di Lieba.

"Can you please stop picking on me? What does this mean? I also endorse and buy Chinese products!"

Di Lieba picked up a photo frame, which contained a group photo of the Running Man family from a certain episode, with a large Amul banner as the background.

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