Lu Meng pouted, feeling that Song Yunchi was stealing the show. She took angry little steps, walked up to him, clenched her hands into small fists hanging by her side, looked up, and glared at him, "Why aren't you being a good househusband in the kitchen? What are you doing out here?"
"Househusband?"
Lu Meng turned her head, secretly laughed, then spun her head back and nonsensically and seriously said, "This is the task I assigned to you today. Your role is to be a househusband."
"Miss, Miss Qiao is here!"
No sooner had the servant's voice dropped than, as quick as a flash, Lu Meng, cradling her belly, trotted out while Song Yunchi hadn't reacted yet.
Song Yunchi looked at the nimble little pregnant woman, only feeling a headache. He held his forehead with one hand, "Mengmeng, don't run."
The cheerful little pregnant woman turned a deaf ear to his words.
Headed straight for Qiao An.
When two pregnant women meet, naturally, a hug is in order.
