Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

It is strange that a person who is so indifferent does not have a good face to her, but she often thinks of him.

Lin Motong put down the magazine, deliberately trying to expel Ming Ye's cold look from his mind, but it didn't work for a long time.

Touching the bulging belly, her heart is full of uncertainty...Who the child is is currently unknown, and there is still no definite number about herself and her mother.

Originally it was going to be checked, but now it was like a pot belly, she couldn't find any clues, so she had to wait patiently.

Fortunately, being able to accompany Yueyue and Ruirui is also a comfort in life.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she couldn't sleep. She didn't eat much at night and she was starving now.

Only in the kitchen is there food, Lin Motong got up, tiptoedly opened the door, and walked out.

As soon as she walked out, she saw a figure, she was shocked, until the sensor light turned on, she realized that it was cold tomorrow.

Lin Motong sighed lightly, "Master, are you still asleep?"

Mingye glanced at her coldly and said: "When I want to go to bed, it is not your turn to take care."

"I just think it's weird, why are you staying in the corridor at such a big night?" Lin Motong said, but she knew that he must have his reasons, so she didn't ask much.

"Aren't you staying in the corridor?" Ming Ye said coldly.

She supported her waist, held her belly, and smiled embarrassedly and said: "I'm a little hungry, I want to go down and find something to eat. Didn't bother you?"

Tomorrow night was cold and silent, watching her walking downstairs, he followed.

Lin Motong said hurriedly: "You don't need to accompany me, I will go down to get some food by myself, and I will go upstairs soon."

"Who said to be with you?" Ming Ye gave her a cold look.

"Okay..." Lin Motong realized that she was passionate, and slowly walked downstairs, holding on to the handrail.

The kitchen was dark, and Lin Motong turned on the light. He just wanted to eat some fruits, but he was really hungry while pregnant. Sometimes fruits and vegetables were not worthwhile for pregnant women.

Seeing that there was leftover rice, she simply beat an egg, cut the tomatoes, put the oil in the hot pan, fry the eggs golden, put the tomatoes in the fry, and put the rice in.

Eggs and tomatoes obviously have moisture, but the egg noodles she scrambled are just wrapped in golden egg and tomatoes. The grains are distinct, not too soft, but full of fragrance.

She conveniently boiled water in another pan. In a three-compartment frying pan, one compartment was fried with small sausages, one compartment was fried with double-sided golden tofu, and one compartment was fried two pieces of corn.

In the boiling pot, she conveniently put a few beef **** and some lettuce leaves.

Suddenly, the whole kitchen was filled with fragrance.

The rich aroma of egg fried rice, the burnt aroma of sausages, the double-sided golden tofu sizzle, the beef **** are also mixed with the clear aroma of lettuce, wafting through the kitchen.

When Lin Motong did this, her hands and feet were very swift. She had been used to doing these since she was a child, and she didn't find it bothersome at all.

Although he had a big belly, his movements were clean and with a slight smile on his face, and these simple supper was done in a while.

She looked back and found that Ming Ye Leng did not leave. He poured the red wine and stood aside, sipping a sip, leisurely.