Bunch of grass

Feng Ling was sitting in the car with her sketchbook in her arms, and she turned her head to look out the window. Compared with the dark green-haired young man who used an off-road vehicle as an airplane to drive just now, Tezuka's car was very stable, as stable as sitting on the side of the road , She couldn't help but dozed off.Only a clear voice sounded in my ears: "Who is Bingshan?"

The wind chime rang, and the drowsy child ran away in an instant. She sat up straight and stared straight at the tea-blonde man sitting in the driver's seat. Her dark almond eyes flashed slightly. How did he know about Bingshan?

"What iceberg?" Echizen, who grasped the key point from Tezuka's words, seemed to smell a hint of secret.

"...I don't know." Feng Ling decided to play dumb.

"Sister Xiaoling, is Bingshan the father of the child in your womb?" Echizen turned his head and asked, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a cold current from Siberia spreading in the not spacious carriage.

"Echizen Ryoma, if you talk about this topic again, I don't guarantee that the fact that eighteen women want to have children with you will not be revealed to Yunxi." Fengling gritted her teeth and stared at Echizen. It is estimated that Maoyan youth was cut into 360 pieces by her.

"...Miss Xiaoling, I don't take you like this." Echizen's face changed, and the cold breath in the air became more intense. He raised his right hand, put three fingers on his temple, and said with a straight face, "Minister, absolutely There's no such thing, I swear it's an absolute rumour."

Tezuka glanced at Echizen lightly, and turned his attention to the steering wheel.

The cold molecules in the air gradually dissipated. Seeing that Tezuka no longer pursued the issue of the iceberg, Fengling let out a sigh of relief and turned to look out the window. The temperature was transmitted to the skin through the glass. She opened the sketchbook in her hand, and her eyes fell on the pencil drawing of a man in a bathrobe with half of his chest bare.Feng Ling raised her hand and touched her chin. Where did she seem to have seen this person?

After dinner, saying goodbye to Tezuka and Echizen, Feng Ling returned to the apartment, and a golden retriever bumped up to him with a green bag in its mouth. Feng Ling smiled, squatted down, and reached out to touch the furry The golden retriever narrowed his eyes comfortably, but still held the green bag in his mouth, showing no intention of letting go.

"It seems that the barbecued pork bun also misses mother's breath." Fengling tugged on the strap of the bag, and the golden-haired barbecued pork bun took a step back, with dissatisfaction in its round eyes, obviously expressing strong disapproval for the hostess' behavior protest.Feng Ling shook her head, stood up, and walked into the living room barefoot. The coffee table and sofa were full of things brought by Tezuka.Do those women think she has no ability to take care of herself?Every time Tezuka came to the United States, it was like moving. She could completely imagine the expressions on the faces of those customs security officers when Tezuka passed through the customs.

Feng Ling sat down on the sofa, grabbed a bag casually, opened it, it was clothes, the corner of her mouth twitched, grabbed another bag, opened it again, it was still clothes, the corners of her mouth twitched a little bit, the third time she picked it up from the coffee table She grabbed a bag and squeezed it. There was no softness brought by the clothes. She breathed a sigh of relief, opened the bag, and took a look. She sucked back the breath that was released just now, but she couldn't stop coughing.

What's up with this big bag of sanitary napkins!

And what about the box with "pregnancy test" written in black and white on top of the tampons.

Those four women!

My own mother, Tezuka's mother, Tezuka's precious daughter-in-law, and his family's precious girl.

It is said that there are three women in one drama, and these four women are acting in a TV series with more than [-] episodes.

"Woof..." The char siew bun came up with the bag in its mouth, it opened its mouth, the bag fell to the ground, and the bag opened, revealing several boxes with "condoms" written on them, you don't need to ask, just look at it It was the masterpiece of my mother's master, Feng Ling raised her hand and patted her forehead, let her faint.

There was a vibration in her pocket, Feng Ling took out the phone, looked at the name on the display screen, couldn't help but rolled her eyes, she threw the phone aside, the vibration stopped suddenly, after a while, the phone started not to follow. Urging relentlessly.

"Woof..." The Char Siew Bun yelled, as if reminding the owner to answer the phone.

Fengling let out a long breath, grabbed the phone, and slid his fingers across the screen, a voice full of gossip came from the other end of the radio: "Xiaoling, did we interrupt your business?"

A tic-tac-toe jumped onto the back of Feng Ling's head, and she tightened her hand holding the phone, saying, "Aunt Caicai, I just got home."

"Ah, did you go out on a date with your boyfriend? Oops, why don't you go home at this late hour?" said the hostess of Tezuka's house, just by the sound, one can imagine the embarrassment on Tezuka Ayana's face at this moment. Feng Ling grinned with hatred.

"I went out to eat with Tezuka and Echizen." Fengling replied word by word, afraid that the person on the other end of the phone would misunderstand what she said and have a completely opposite understanding.

"Oh, it turned out that He Guoguang and Ryoma went out." This time, the tone obviously added a bit of disappointment.

Hey, hey... Auntie, what do you mean by your obvious loss!

"Ling, have you met Guoguang?" The phone on the other end of the radio wave changed hands.

"Well, yes." Fengling put her legs on the coffee table, and the pork bun jumped onto the sofa, laying beside Fengling.

"How is he? Is he in good health? Is he in good spirits? Is he not able to eat well?" A series of questions erupted like firecrackers from the mouth of the soon-to-be-mother-to-be.

"Grandma Yan Zinuo, Tezuka seems to have just come to America from Japan for half a month." Feng Ling rolled her eyes.

"You don't understand this. Even if Guoguang and I are separated for a day, I will still care about him. He is my husband, the man I love, and the father of the baby in my womb." Mrs. Tezuka Kunimitsu said. The lady retorted righteously.

"Yes yes yes... I'm sure he is the real father of the baby in your womb, and he didn't do anything." Fengling replied angrily, straightened up and grabbed the remote control on the coffee table, turned on the TV, and the sports channel was replaying During the game in the afternoon, she moved her finger and changed the channel, "Besides, you have to care about him, it seems that you have dialed the wrong phone number."

"Guoguang has always reported the good news but not the bad news, and I can't ask him anything, so I can only ask you." Yan Zinuo's voice was a little coquettish, "Hey, Ling, I know... ..."

"Shut up." Feng Ling lazily replied, blocking the other party's next words.

"Woo...you bullied me, a pregnant woman."

"If you know you're pregnant, take good care of your baby and go to bed quickly."

"It's daytime here, it's past ten o'clock in the morning."

"It's already night here, it's past eight o'clock in the evening."

"Hi, Miss Xiaoling." There was another person on the other end of the phone, "Have you received the things we asked Brother and Longma to bring you?"

"Well... Received!" Upon hearing this, Feng Ling's eyes fell on the two bags, trying to burn them into ashes with his sight, and finally dissipated in the air.

"However, I heard that you don't seem to be able to use some things for the time being. Shall we buy some other necessities and send them over?" The owner of the voice said sweetly, "By the way, we haven't sent you the good news yet." Tell Aunt Mayumi in time."

"Yunxi, please tell Echizen Ryoma that you tell him to come to me tomorrow, and I promise not to kill him!" Fengling said through gritted teeth.

"Uh...hehe...Miss Xiaoling, it seems that it's not too early for you over there, so I won't disturb your rest, hehe...let's talk in a few days." As if sensing Fengling's mood at the moment through the radio waves, After Zhong Yunxi laughed a few times, he quickly hung up the phone.

Fengling looked at the mobile phone that still had Yu Wen, gritted her silver teeth, opened the screen, wrote a message and sent it, stood up, walked into the bedroom, the TV in the living room was still on, the TV series came to an end temporarily, and the commercials came in , a dark green-haired young man in a bathrobe with a slightly opened neckline came out of the painting...

Half an hour later, Feng Ling came out of the room with her wet hair on her head, holding a large pink bear bath towel in her hand, the water droplets from her hair fell on her back, and her red plaid nightdress was dyed black. Xiao Pian, she moved her shoulders, put the towel back and wrapped it around her shoulders, touched her sore buttocks with her backhand, walked into the living room, and threw herself into the soft sofa, the TV series continued to play, men and women The protagonist was arguing very happily, but after arguing and arguing, he really moved his mouth, and the two lips stuck together like glue.

Fengling rolled her eyes at the ceiling, and the char siew bun, who had been nestling on the sofa, also rolled her eyes like her master. Belly, with a bloody mouth open, sticking out his tongue, "Hmph, hum..."

The sound of "beep" came from behind the pork bun, Feng Ling turned to look at the golden retriever, and saw that the dog closed its eyes and mouth, and stretched out its scarlet tongue to lick around its lips from time to time, but finally couldn't resist. Containing the heat of the body, he opened his mouth wide again, sticking out his tongue, and continued to "hum huh huh..."

Feng Ling put her hand between the barbecued pork buns and the sofa, took out her phone, and just swiped across the lock screen, and saw several messages displayed on the screen, all from the same person, she pursed her lips and smiled, after reading all the messages After sending the message, he stuffed the phone between the barbecued pork bun and the sofa, turned off the TV, and went into the bedroom.

Seeing the owner leave, the char siew bun jumped off the sofa, took the mobile phone in its mouth, walked to the switch of the floor lamp, raised its paw, and with a "snap", the living room was completely dark, only the silvery moonlight outside the window came in and fell. With a silver glow all over the place, the char siew bun flicked its tail, walked into the master's bedroom with graceful steps, threw the mobile phone on the master's bed, and wagged its big tail to ask for credit.

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