The cold and charming wife of the ruthless president

Shen Wanqing stared at Ye Zhen's serious nonsense, almost spit it out.

She is now full of plans and is only five months and a few days pregnant, and she doesn't know whether she is pregnant with a boy or a girl. Ye Zhen already knows what the child likes to eat!

Shen Wanqing looked at Yufeng's stiff face and felt the obvious tension between the two of them. She stretched out her chopsticks, caught the dish Yufeng handed over, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"It's delicious, I like it."

A warm smile appeared on Yufeng's face, "Eat more if you like it."

Ye Zhen's eyes sank, she stretched out her chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat not to be outdone, and put it in Shen Wanqing's bowl, "Don't starve my son, eat meat!"

Shen Wanqing frowned, looking at the extra piece of meat in the bowl, her mouth felt a little nauseous, she has had severe morning sickness recently, even a little oily meat would make her feel sick, not to mention that the meat that Ye Zhen randomly picked up was plump , making her lose her appetite even more.

"I, I don't want to eat fat." Shen Wanqing looked at Ye Zhen in refusal, feeling like she was about to vomit after smelling it a few more times.

Her obviously disgusting expression made Ye Zhen exude obvious anger all over her body. Yufeng's stuffing is delicious, but you don't want to eat your own stuffing?
Are you so eager to please your lover!

Thinking of this, Ye Zhen's dark eyes became sharper. With a cold voice, he stared at Shen Wanqing's face threateningly, and the words he uttered were like needles piercing Shen Wanqing's heart.

"Eat it if you don't want to! What if you don't eat your child? Don't forget that you are just a surrogate, and your own preferences don't matter. What matters to me is the child in your stomach!"

After Ye Zhen finished speaking, she took another piece of leaner meat and put it in Shen Wanqing's bowl.

Yufeng looked at Shen Wanqing's pale face with distress, and glared at Ye Zhen angrily, "Since you don't like it, don't force Wanwan to eat it. Didn't you see that she was sick with morning sickness?"

As Yufeng said, he directly moved the chopsticks to sandwich the two pieces of meat from Shen Wanqing's bowl into his own bowl.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Shen Wanqing pressed her temples with a headache, Ye Zhen's face was terribly gloomy at the moment, and a substantial air-conditioning radiated from her body, constantly sweeping towards her and Yufeng.

"Since you can't eat, go back to your room and rest!" Ye Zhen raised her eyelids and said in a cold voice.

"Ye Zhen, you..."

Yufeng stared at Ye Zhen dissatisfied, before she finished speaking, she was stopped by Shen Wanqing, "You go back first, I have a bad appetite, next time we go out to eat."

"Shen Wanqing, although we will announce the divorce agreement sooner or later, you still have the name of Mrs. Ye outside, don't do anything to tarnish the Ye family's reputation!" Ye Zhen raised her goblet and took a sip .

"Don't worry, I will be sneaky so no one will find out!" Shen Wanqing smiled suddenly, but there was no smile in her bright eyes.

Ye Zhen's heart was astringent, and her eyes were fixed on her face coldly.

Shen Wanqing supported her waist and stood up, Yufeng supported her carefully, and placed one hand on her bloated waist, Ye Zhen frowned, a sharp sword flashed in his eyes, and he felt uncomfortable.

"Wanwan, I'll take you up." Yufeng shouted softly.

But Ye Zhen suddenly got up, walked to her, held her shoulders, and brought her into his arms, "Don't bother Mr. Yu, I'll send it off myself."

Shen Wanqing didn't want to continue arguing, so she held down Yufeng's wrist compromisingly, and shook her head apologetically, "Yufeng, go back first."