Sugar Mama Got a Male Celebrity Pregnant [Female A Male O] [ChatGPT Translation]

Main text Chapter 83 Jinjiang exclusive release

Aunt Nan Ding stood in front of the door, holding a cup of thick black bitter coffee, staring blankly. She mentioned that Xie Jun had successfully passed the stage of gland rejection, and Wen Jue also assured her that she would personally bring back half of Xie Jun's removed gland within a week.

She and Qi Lai were responsible for staying behind to take care of this sleepy omega.

Qi Lai was a restless young man. Ever since he found out that Miss Jing from Grandpa Wang's house was originally a member of the base responsible for genetically modified flowers, he followed her every day to watch her plant flowers.

The door opened, and the young man was sweating profusely again.

He wiped his forehead.

"Huh, is Mr. Xie asleep?"

He held a flower similar to a bright red rose, even with soil on the roots.

Through the shadow of the young man, Aunt Nan Ding vaguely remembered An Liang, a very well-behaved young man taught by aristocratic etiquette, who was also timid and didn't dare to do anything when he was first abducted to the north.

With only black and white eyes timidly looking around.

At that time, Nanding inherited the nurturing base yard from her grandmother and mother. She was only twenty-five years old and had completed the highest degree in obstetrics in the Northern Laboratory.

She approached the young man who looked no more than eighteen years old and extended a soft candy from her white coat.

"Very sweet."

Nanding was a woman absolutely rational in her field, controlling the natural selection of reproduction could not be too emotional, but Anliang was like a little sun warming her.

They fell in love, until. . .

Nanding held the cup in her hand, her thoughts interrupted by a visitor.

"What are you thinking about?"

The young man had already walked across the balcony, stepped onto the ground, squatted down, and planted the flower seeds in a patch of bellflowers.

Nan Ding squatted down and asked, "What is this?"

She wanted to communicate with her own child, even though they were not yet officially recognized.

Qilai showed some respect for this middle-aged doctor who could treat Mr. Xie, but still had a childish tone, "Balloon flower, you haven't seen it before, right?"

The young man wiped the dirt off his hands and carefully planted the flowers.

"This is a new variety developed by Ajing. She gave me a plant, and I have to take good care of it so I can show it to Lin Xi when I go back. . ."

Qilai accidentally let slip and covered his mouth.

Mud spots were all over his fair little face.

Pushing Nan Ding, he said, "Anyway, I have to take good care of it."

Nan Ding had already heard clearly. As a mother, she knew very well that the "Lin Xi" in his mouth was a. . . ambiguous figure.

"Do you. . . like him?"

Nan Ding's question was too direct, even the always innocent Qi Lai was caught off guard.

"Yes, I. . . I do like him. . . What's wrong?"

The young man was confident. If Wen Jue could control him, that would be fine, but what about this old doctor? Acting like an elder, did he want to break them up?