The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

"You, why are you here?" Qiao Yaruan's rare words began to become uncomfortable.

"Did you see? Rest." Feng Feng said, slowly getting up.

Although Qiao Yaruan's height of 1.7 meters, but standing in front of Feng Feng's height of 1.86, may still be shorter, so the moment Feng Feng stood up, Qiao Yaruan felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

But think of him as a film emperor, but come to share with others, this man is sick.

"Ou, then you live in this place." She didn't want to live with the celebrity.

"My sister didn't tell you, was it a shared lease?"

"Sister is your sister?" Qiao Yaruan said again inconceivably.

Feng Feng looked at her up and down. In just seven years, the little girl had completely changed, but she could never come back.

Therefore, at this moment, Feng Feng's eyes were stained with coldness.

Qiao Yaruan was frightened by him, and put the remote control directly in his hand: "Look at it, I'll talk to my sister myself." Qiao Yaruan said, and turned back to the bedroom.

When Shui Anluo was thinking about Shui Anjiao's birthday at night, Qiao Yaruan called and asked why she didn't go to QQ and WeChat. She didn't find her in both places.

"Oh, Chu Cuiyi broke the net for me, only up to eight o'clock every day." Shui Anluo said muffled.

"I'm going, you won't use traffic?" Qiao Yaruan despised.

"It's already 20 or so today. Is it too long?" Shui Anluo looked down at his nursing son, patted his small body gently, and then said, "What am I to do?"

"Sister wants to tell you, do you know who the new tenant is?"

"How do I know, didn't you say that the new tenant didn't go back for a few days? Why, did you go back today?" Shui Anluo said, continuing to coax his son to sleep.

"Fengfeng--"

"Who do you say?"

"Wow--"

As soon as Shui Anluo was excited, she shouted out loud. The little baby who was about to fall asleep was crying. Shui Anluo hurriedly lowered his head to coax. Hung up the phone, hugged his son, and coaxed while walking.

Chu Cuiyi pushed in the door and watched Shui Anluo, who was holding the child walking around the room, couldn't help but frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Shui Anluo twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and could tell him that he had just spoken so loudly that he scared the baby?

If she said it, she promised Chu Chuyi to slap her to death.

"It's okay, I just want to sleep." Shui Anluo turned his back on him, still patting the baby gently, coaxing him softly.

Chu Cuiyi looked at her mobile phone that she had left on the bed. It was clear that she had just hung up the phone and said, "Give me."

Shui Anluo froze again, looking back at Chu Cuiyi, who was stretching his arms towards him, and looked down at the crying son again, and then slightly pursed his lips, thinking that the relationship between his son and Chu Cuiyi was too good but not good .

"No, I'll do it myself," Shui Anluo said with gritted teeth.

Chu Muyi frowned, looking at Shui Anluo sharply, as if to see her bones.

After all, Shui Anluo is still small, not his opponent, so Chu Niyi can see her thoughts at a glance, but the child is his own, which is a fact that no one can change.

"Follow you." Chu Cuiyi said, and turned away from the wheelchair.