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After Han Mo rushed to the bathroom, he turned on the faucet of the sink. The feeling of rolling in his stomach made him very uncomfortable, and he vomited a few times. Because he just ate something, he still vomited a lot of undigested food.

Shao Wenfeng handed him a bottle of juice, and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"...Are you asking me to drink it?" Han Mo took the juice and looked at it, frowning.

He doesn't like the smell of grapes.

"I asked you to rinse your mouth, are you feeling better?" It was his first contact with a pregnant woman in the early stages of pregnancy, so his performance was relatively... He looked calm, but he was so nervous that he burst out.

Han Mo rinsed his mouth, his face turned pale.

Wiping the water stains from the corner of his mouth with a tissue, he straightened up and looked at the man, pursing his lips with an unhappy face.

"I just succeeded in losing weight, do I have to put on weight again?" For Han Mo, although there is no way to achieve six-pack abs, four-pack is still possible. After finally training two-pack, is he going to become abs again? Relaxed and then with a big belly, it looks like you can't go anywhere?

Han Mo was not in a good mood. He turned his head to look at the man standing beside him, and said with a moaning voice, "I will only give birth to this last one. I won't give birth to another one. If you like you, you will be born again."

Shao Wenfeng raised his eyebrows, raised the corners of his mouth and looked at him with an evil smile, leaned over and kissed his forehead, held him in his arms and patted his shoulder lightly, "When I accompany you to the hospital, I will have a ligation operation How about it?"

Han Mo was taken aback, then turned to look at him, "Really?"

If this man can do it for him, then he has nothing to worry about.

There is no doubt about the relationship between the two of them.

"Well, really." The man nodded seriously, and walked out with his arms.

Although there was a solid deodorant in the bathroom to deodorize, it still made him very uncomfortable talking about this kind of thing with Han Mo here.

The two returned to the dining table. Father Han was feeding the little baby. He made some hand-rolled noodles and cooked them in a clear soup pot. The little baby was holding the small spoon by himself, not for eating, but for Waving, every time you finish eating a mouthful of noodles, you have to wave the spoon twice to let Papa Han feed you another mouthful.

Chewing the noodles in his mouth with his pouting meaty face, the little baby nodded his head with satisfaction. Mmmm, the rice grandpa fed was also delicious.

Han Mo sat on the side and reached out to take the bowl in Father Han's hand, and fed the little baby with his body sideways.

"Mo Mo's complexion is not good, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Aunt Jiang asked Han Mo with a slight frown as she watched Han Mo sit down.

Han Mo pursed his lips and shook his head, took a tissue to wipe the baby's mouth, and fed the noodles again, "Mom, I just vomited and felt sick to my stomach, it's nothing serious."

"The hospital will be back to work the day after tomorrow. Hurry up and take Momo for a check-up. If you are really pregnant, prepare as soon as possible. You can't run outside this time." Aunt Jiang turned her face and glared at Shao Wenfeng. No one has ever said anything about the past, but she could vaguely guess that Han Mo left in the first place to have a baby.

Shao Wenfeng nodded in agreement.

After dinner, the family strolled home, during which time Han Mo wanted to eat hot and sour potato noodles from West Street, so he talked about it all the way.From the hot pot restaurant to home, he never stopped talking to Shao Wenfeng during the ten-minute journey. He wanted to eat hot and sour noodles, and he even named the potato noodles at the intersection of West Street.

Handing the little baby who dozed off when he was full, Aunt Jiang carried him upstairs and went home. Shao Wenfeng turned to look at Han Mo with raised eyebrows and raised his chin, "Let's go to the parking lot."

Han Mo blinked, tilted his head, and followed the man to the parking lot in confusion, "What are you doing?"

"Don't you want to eat hot and sour noodles? If I don't let you eat today, you will have to sleep tonight?" Opening the co-pilot's door and letting him sit in, Shao Wenfeng sighed and turned to the driver's seat to drive.

It was almost seven o'clock when I went out for dinner at night, and it was more than nine o'clock when I had dinner, and now...it's more than an hour's drive from the east of the city to the west of the city.

When he parked the car in front of the potato noodle shop, Shao Wenfeng glanced at his watch, it was exactly eleven o'clock.

"Momo, if you want to eat something else after eating, we can continue. I heard that there is a snack street in front of it, which is basically a 24-hour snack bar." Shao Wenfeng held his shoulder and pushed open the door. It's the time of Chinese New Year, although there are some people eating supper in the store, but there are still sporadic two or three people.

Han Mo hummed twice, smelling the aroma of casserole in the air, his saliva was about to flow out, he looked at an empty table to find a seat, walked over and tilted his head, just in time with Song Xinjilai, who was drinking soup with his head down, looking up at him It's a good match.

Both of them were taken aback, and asked each other in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Qin Rui, who came out of the bathroom, was quite happy to see Han Mo, and patted him on the shoulder, "Yaoer? You want to eat here too?"

Shao Wenfeng stood aside and glanced at the hand on Han Mo's shoulder, his face was a little cold.

"Have you touched enough? Take it down when you have touched it, lest your pregnant husband's eyes pop out of the window."

He has never had a good impression of Song Xinji, because this guy once told himself that he and Han Mo are lovers, and every time he sees Song Xinji, he feels depressed.

Although he was the one who agreed to lend Song Xinji a house to live in, the man said that he still couldn't like this guy.

Subconsciously, he regards Song Xinji as a love rival, but this love rival is now pregnant, so he can treat him with a slightly better mood.

Qin Rui glanced at Shao Wenfeng, this was the first time he faced this man face to face.

He took his hands off Han Mo's shoulders, glanced at Han Mo who was already happily sitting next to Song Xinji, and raised his eyebrows, "Yao'er, are you going to introduce me?"

Han Mo stretched out his hand and pointed, "My man Shao Wenfeng, this one belongs to Qin Rui and Song Xinji." Beckoning Shao Wenfeng to sit beside him, he smiled and asked for a bowl of hot and sour potato noodles.

Shao Wenfeng and Qin Rui nodded to each other, and then sat next to their two pregnant husbands.

"More than four months? This head is really big." Han Mo reached out and touched Song Xinji's stomach, smacking his lips.

"Can the twins be smaller? Do you think I have gained a lot of weight?" Song Xinji soaked the shredded biscuits in the hot and sour powder soup, turned to look at Han Mo and frowned, "I can eat very well now, five meals a day I have to have a supper before going to bed at night, or I will wake up hungry in the middle of the night."

Looking him up and down, shaking his head, took a piece of cake from his bowl with chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and raised his eyebrows, "It's delicious, I want to eat it too."

"...Are you pregnant again?" Song Xinji looked at him in surprise. Han Mo's taste became very strange when he was pregnant with a baby, and the things he wanted to eat were also weird, so he had to go Doubt, Han Mo became pregnant again.

Before Han Mo could answer Song Xinji's question, Shao Wenfeng stretched out his hand, pulled out the chopsticks he had put into Song Xinji's bowl again, and glared at him, "Sickness comes from the mouth."

"..." The corner of Song Xinji's mouth twitched, he really wanted to hit the man's face with a soup bowl.

What is disease from the mouth?Is he sick? !

Qin Rui raised his hand along Song Xinji's back, glanced at Shao Wenfeng lightly, and then sneered, "Yao'er, your man is very hygienic, why do you care about hygiene? If you are not at home, I will put a plastic wrap on you to bring you out to breathe." What about air full of bacteria?"

Han Mo's eyes slanted, and he didn't care if Song Xinji said back to Shao Wenfeng, after all, Shao Wenfeng was the one who picked on him first, but Qin Rui couldn't do it.

"What relationship do you have with Song Xinji and you just help him out? Have you two got the certificate? Did you two propose marriage if you didn't get the certificate? I'm so sorry, brother Qinshou, don't feel too good, lest you be too disappointed in the end." Snorting, raised Holding the two casseroles brought by the waiter in front of him, he leaned over and smelled Shao Wenfeng's casserole seafood noodle, and his casserole hot and sour noodles, smacking his lips, "It's still my fragrance."

"Well, as long as it is fragrant." Shao Wenfeng raised his hand and took the cake, dragged it into small pieces and put it in his casserole, then raised his head and asked the waiter for an empty bowl.

This is to let Han Mo eat it dry, lest he be too anxious to burn it.

Out of the corner of his eye, Song Xinji caught sight of the gleaming white rings on the ring fingers of their left hands, and curled his lips, "Have you two gone to get your certificate?"

Qin Rui also saw it, and raised his eyebrows, thinking that he should also buy a ring first, and then propose, so that the two of them will have a good name in the future, so as not to be squeezed out.

"Well, um, I begged." With his mouth full, Han Mo nodded and grinned, "By the way, didn't you say that Zhang Mao went to your house today? How did your parents react?"

Suddenly remembering this, Han Mo turned and asked.

Song Xinji shrugged and lowered his head to eat, "How can there be any reaction? My parents have always thought that Zhang Mao is very good, and they accepted it without any resistance. But I heard that Zhang Mao's parents seemed to react quite strongly. The day Xinye went In the morning, Zhang Mao was locked at home by his mother and refused to let him go, because he was afraid that their old Zhang family would lose their children and grandchildren."

Han Mo sneered, pointed at his own stomach, then at Song Xinji's, and smacked his lips, "Come on, both of us can get pregnant, so why can't one of them get pregnant? Even if Zhang Mao can't help it, Song Xinye may be able to conceive like you, and when the time comes to conceive twins, tsk tsk, one for each, that would be great."

Song Xinji also nodded in agreement with his words, and suddenly laughed out after two mouthfuls of food.

"Be careful of choking." Qin Rui, who was always watching him, took a tissue and handed him the soup from the corner of his mouth.

"I was wondering what it would be like if Xinye had a baby. My God, he is taller and stronger than me. If he is really pregnant... Hahahahaha." Song Xinji couldn't stop laughing, that kind of picture is too visual Shock, if there is such a day, he will probably faint from laughter.

Han Mo also thought about it in his mind, and laughed decisively.

"Cough cough, don't tease me, it's too scary, cough cough, it's better for Zhang Mao to get pregnant, if Song Xinji is really pregnant, the world will collapse, it's so scary."

"..." The two men on the side were stunned for a moment. They knew Song Xinye, so they couldn't help thinking about it.

Shao Wenfeng sighed and raised his hand to tap Han Mo's forehead, and smiled helplessly seeing his flushed cheeks, "Hurry up, it will be cold for a while, and you will have a stomachache after eating it."

Han Mo hummed to hold back his smile, but he couldn't help chuckling, "I still want to eat kebabs, do you want to go together?"

After only taking two mouthfuls of hot and sour noodles, Han Mo turned to look at Song Xinji, who was also wiping his mouth and had half of it left, and raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, there's it in the street ahead, let's go together." Song Xinji nodded, he didn't want to eat just now, but now he has an appetite when Han Mo mentions it.

When Shao Wenfeng went to pay the bill, Han Mo and Song Xinji went out first, and Qin Rui was beside Song Xinji to help him walk, fearing that he would bump into each other.

Qin Rui and Song Xinji stood aside, and Han Mo stood at the door, "Hurry up, Shao Wenfeng, I..." Turning to look at Shao Wenfeng, before he could finish his sentence, he saw the man running towards him with wide-eyed eyes in panic, Then with a bang, Han Mo felt a severe pain in the back of his head, his body went limp, and he fell slowly to the ground.