V2.Chapter 642

The flower on the street took the sour plum soup with a smile and took a sip, "this taste It seems that Qin Ya didn't make it. "

Yan Beicheng's eyebrows and eyes immediately flew up a little proud. If there was a tail, it would have been lifted to the sky. "It's natural. It's made for you by your husband."

Seeing this, he put the sour plum soup in front of him and said deliberately: "no wonder the taste is so strange. You can try it yourself."

Yan Beicheng saw this, but he didn't believe it. He drank half a bowl of sour plum soup in one breath. As soon as he was about to boast, his face became strange. He couldn't say a word in his mouth.

Seeing this, he could not help but cover his lips and smile, saying, "how?"

Yanbeicheng quietly put aside his complacent look and closed the sour plum soup towards his own direction. He stopped mentioning that it was made by himself. He pointed to the green plum and said, "this was picked by my king in Lincheng early in the morning. I don't believe it's not to your taste."

However, in view of what had just happened, he picked up one and tasted it himself.

It is worthy of being a hundred miles famous green plum. It is really sour and astringent.

Yan Beicheng's handsome face is almost distorted.

The flower on the street "puff and hiss" a laugh came out, covering his stomach, laughing tears almost squeezed out.

Yan Beicheng only chewed a mouthful, then some unbearable, strong from swallow down, just a face bitter look at the flowers on the road, "Mo'er, I've tasted it for you for your husband. It's really sour and astringent. It should be to your taste."

"Who told you I was sad?" The fetuses of moshang flower have been nearly three months, and have not begun to be unhappy, but their spirits are quite good.

"You want Qin ya to make sour plum soup for you every day. Isn't it sour?" Yan Beicheng was puzzled.

Unfortunately, Qin Ya is not here at this time. If not, he will ask Qin Ya directly.

At the same time, he sighed in his heart that if Qin Ya was not here today, he would not have volunteered to cook the flowers on the stranger.

On the street flowers lie back on the beauty couch again. Hearing the words, she just raised her eyebrows and eyes lazily. She said: "you didn't want me to drink those tonic soup every day a few days ago. I feel very greasy in my drink. This sour plum soup is refreshing and delicious, and I naturally like it."

After a pause, she took her lips and laughed, and stroked her stomach habitually, "but I do like spicy things."

Yan Beicheng Jun's face just collapsed, and his eyes lit up again. "You mean, maybe it's a daughter?"

Said, close to the front would like to personally across the belly of the flowers on the street to listen, the flowers will push him away some, full of black lines, "now less than three months, how can you see men and women."

"No matter men or women, my king will regard it as a treasure." Yanbei city looks the same, full of solemn assurance.

The flower on the stranger just laughed again, and was especially warm in his heart, "but I hope to be a daughter. I don't know why. I just like my daughter. "

She only remembers part of the dream, but she still knows only a little after thinking about it for a long time.

Ning knows that the box still can't be opened, and she is not entangled. She takes it out of the palace and locks it in the box far away. The dream has never been done again, and the scene in the dream seems to fade away.

But none of this matters.

She had already thought of it in her heart that what should have happened could not escape, and it had to go with the flow.

The most important thing now is to enjoy the present.

In this world of male superiority and female inferiority, Yanbei city is already an alien. It is enough to hold him in the palm of his hand, to cherish her and to love her.