Jiang Qingxin said helplessly, "Of course, the main reason is that you are already pregnant with his child, and you are trying to prove it again. If he sincerely repented, can you give him a chance?"

Lin Fanyue curled her lips and complained, "With his mean mouth, if I stay with him for the rest of my life, will I be so angry that I die young?"

"Wouldn't that be better? If he stays with you for the rest of his life, he might be stimulated by you and die young. It just so happens that he has a companion on the road to hell."

The teasing laughter came over, and Lin Fanyue was furious, "Jiang Qingxin..."

"Okay, be content. We all have old hens to eat. From the time Huo Xu and I got married to the time we got divorced and gave birth to children, let alone stewed old hens for me to eat, I haven't even seen a single hen feather." Jiang Qingxin said in a resentful tone, "Why?

It made me feel a little uncomfortable. After we reconciled, he said he had time to cook for me, but in the end, he didn't have time for a day. It was all a liar and a routine."

Lin Fanyue couldn't help but smile secretly. She had always eaten Jiang Qingxin and Huo Xu's dog food, but she didn't expect that Jiang Qingxin would also eat his own dog food one day.

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore. I'm going to see if Song Rong bought any old hens. If there is no chicken soup to drink, see if I kill him."

Lin Fanyue hung up the phone with a queenly look on her face.

Fortunately, Song Rongshi was still up to par, and got a fresh old hen from nowhere, and was chopping it up while wearing an apron.

Lin Fanyue's heart moved and she couldn't help but secretly take a photo and send it to Jiang Qingxin to show off.

After a while, Jiang Qingxin sent a "breakup" picture.

She pursed her lips and smiled.

Not long after, Jiang Qingxin sent another WeChat message: [I envy you very much. Huo Xu and I haven’t had such a pleasant meal in a long time. Sometimes we are not in the mood even if we want to make a meal. ]

Lin Fanyue suddenly felt a little guilty. It seemed that compared to the pressure Jiang Qingxin and Huo Xu were facing now, she and Song Rong were much luckier.

The two of them have the support of the Song family, so there is no pressure.

It seems...she should be content.

Just...be kinder to Song Rongshi from now on.

At noon, Song Rongshi stewed a large bowl of golden chicken soup. He cooked it in a clay pot and simmered it for more than an hour. It was delicious.

Lin Fanyue now has two people living in her belly, so she naturally becomes hungry when she smells the fragrance.

"That morning in the hospital... it was my fault." Unexpectedly, Song Rongshi took the initiative to apologize, "I shouldn't have said you were fat. I actually didn't mean to hit you. I felt fat.

There's nothing wrong with it at all, it's chubby and quite... quite cute."

After he finished speaking, he quickly turned away, his ears feeling a little burning.

Mad, this is the first time I have said such disgusting words to Lin Fanyue. I feel very embarrassed.

Lin Fanyue was also in bad condition.

She had long been accustomed to getting along with Song Rongshi, arguing several times a day, and suddenly he came to tell her she was cute.

The feeling is just like the sun rising from the west.

Although it is very weird, but... there is also a little bit of joy.

After all, who doesn’t want to be praised, especially pregnant women who start to gain weight.

"I was already cute." Lin Fanyue picked up the spoon and hummed as if it were natural. "In the past, it was mainly because I was too beautiful, and my beauty blocked my cuteness. Now my beauty has faded a little bit, and my

The cuteness is unstoppable.”

"Ahem." Song Rongshi was glad that he hadn't drank the soup yet, otherwise he would have choked to death.

"If you have any opinions that you disagree with, you can express them." Lin Fanyue said with a smile.


Chapter completed!