What could Lu Jing say?
She definitely couldn't refuse such kindness again!
After sitting down, the man followed suit and habitually draped his arm around the woman:
"Honey~"
"Stop, stay away from me."
The smell of alcohol wasn't strong, but Lu Jing just didn't want to indulge him.
Evidently, Jiang Ye didn't dare to act as he pleased. He was well-behaved in front of his wife.
Zhou Er, after ordering, plopped back down and looked at Lu Jing with a grin:
"Jing, how many months along are you?" he asked.
"Hmm, three months."
Three months?
Zhou Er counted on his fingers:
"Isn't it just six months until my little nephew arrives? Jing, I should be considered a godfather, right?"
Ah ha?
Where's this going?
Already a godfather?
Besides, being Zhou Laoer's godchild's godfather means only benefits, no downside at all.
However, before Lu Jing could answer, the man beside her sternly rejected:
