In the afternoon, Duan Fei posted a photo in the girlfriends' group chat.
A large bouquet of beautiful champagne roses.
Jiang Yaoyao: [Acting like someone doesn't have flowers!]
She said as she sent a photo of a large bouquet of lively, blooming pink roses.
Song Niaoniao glanced at the group chat, then at the bouquet of red roses on her desk.
She couldn't resist taking a picture with her phone.
Then she deleted it.
Forget it, too cliché…
In the chat, Duan Fei said, [It's surprising that Bo Jinlan is okay with letting you work, truly rare.]
Jiang Yaoyao: [Of course I have to work, I'm just two months pregnant, and my belly is not big.]
Duan Fei: [How is it? Has your waistline gotten bigger? Are you feeling a huge increase in appetite?]
Jiang Yaoyao: [No way! I eat sugar-controlled meals every day, I feel like I've even lost weight.]
Duan Fei: [Oh no, that's not good, pregnant women need to be chubby.]
