Ascension Theorem During Pregnancy [ DanmeI MTL ]

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Yang Peng never expected that Fang Zhiyao had already had a fight with his former teammate with the ability to make a phone call by himself.

Moreover, the situation in this quarrel was not quite the same as the previous few times: Fang Zhiyao was so smooth that he lost the quarrel.

——That's so fucking crazy!

Fang Zhiyao, who quarreled and lost, was terrible.

He kept talking eloquently and eloquently, so Yang Peng had to take him back to the nanny car to disperse his anger.

"Damn, you were not there at the time, you don't know what kind of rubbish Xu Nao said!" Fang Zhiyao was emotional, hammering his seat and cursing, "He actually said that I was jealous of him? He did. What's wrong! I love to eat sour lately, but what can he do to make me sour?"

Yang Peng held the hot tea just poured from the convenience store in one hand, while patted Fang Zhiyao on the back. "You calm down. You calm down."

"I can't calm down, I'm almost mad!" Fang Zhiyao continued to hammer the seat, "You said he is sick? Is he sick? He is a companion|Sleeping Xiaomaidang It's been too long, his brain is broken! Say I envy him?" 

What do you envy him? Envious that he has two middle-aged bald gold masters who just hit his stomach?

"You didn't see how he left with his bald head around-twisting his butt is like picking up a treasure. He haven't seen what a real rich young master looks like, so he just press my head and I'm jealous of him. Is it an obvious insult to my personality and aesthetics?"

Yang Peng suddenly realized.

"So you are not angry that you lost the quarrel, but that he is here to belittle you?"

"That's right!" Fang Zhiyao kicked the seat." He said that the others were not so angry, and that I was jealous of him with a bald gold master, and I was really speechless. How could he be able to speak such rubbish?

"No matter how I am, the one who sleeps next to me is Zhou Chonglin. What about him? Does he hold a middle-aged bald head and don't like it?"

"No way, no, I feel sorry for Zhou Chonglin when I compare it like this. Zhou Chonglin is ten times better than those godfathers! — No, one hundred times, one thousand times, and ten thousand times!"

Yang Peng smiled jokingly.

"Don't say he is Merry Alpha?"

"I think he is so good with me that he is Merry Alpha and does not conflict."

Fang Zhiyao lost a lot of anger, crossed his arms, "Because he is good. That's why I hates romanticism."

As soon as the anger passed, the feeling of morning sickness surged up, Fang Zhiyao felt covering his mouth, and hiccuped a few times.

"Look at you, I will keep you from getting emotional." Yang Peng handed over the tea.

Fang Zhiyao frowned and shook his head in pain. After a second, after the nausea subsided, he released his hand and took a long breath.

"Pregnancy is too tired, quarrels will affect my performance."

"After this incident, you better stop arguing and don't cause me trouble again." Yang Peng handed over a wet tissue, "You have been rampant for so long. It's time to lose."

Fang Zhiyao wiped his mouth: "How do I feel that you are happy when I lost the noise?"

"I'm not happy, I just said you should lose that time." Yang Peng cocked. The corners of his mouth have betrayed him.