After that night, I was pregnant with the billionaire president's child

Zhou Junhang brought the steamed bun to Meng Qiao's mouth and said, "Eat it quickly. It's still hot. The steamed buns here taste really good."

Meng Qiao dodged.

But she could actually smell the aroma of fire.

"It's really delicious." Zhou Junhang said sincerely, "I've eaten it before. I'm not lying to you. It's really delicious."

Zhou Junhang said, as if he had thought of something, "Are you afraid that I will poison you? Then I'll take a bite."

Zhou Junhang said this and took a bite.

He chewed it with relish and passed it to Meng Qiao, "It's really delicious."

The corner of Meng Qiao's eyes twitched. This person, he wanted her to eat what he had already eaten?

Zhou Junhang was so enthusiastic that he insisted on letting her eat.

Meng Qiao had no choice but to point to another steamed bun on the coffee table and said, "I'll eat this."

Zhou Junhang watched Meng Qiao eat the other one, then looked at the one in his hand.

He said, “Do you dislike me?”

Meng Qiao did not say anything high-sounding or insincere, but said bluntly:

"It's not that I dislike you, but it's not good for me to eat something you've eaten. At least you should pay attention to hygiene."

“I don’t have any infectious disease.”

Zhou Junhang started eating the steamed bun in his hand as he spoke.

Zhou Junhang bought five steamed buns and ate four of them, but Meng Qiao couldn't even finish one.

She put the remaining half on the coffee table and said, "I can't eat any more."

Zhou Junhang said: "Are you feeding the cat? The cat eats more than you."

Zhou Junhang picked up the remaining half of Meng Qiao's cake and handed it to her, "Eat it, don't waste it."

"I'm full." Meng Qiao said, "Eating is a process of enjoyment. Do you have to eat until you're full?"

Zhou Junhang looked at the half-burned thing in his hand.

There isn't much in a whole one, let alone half one. How can it fill a whole person?

Especially since Meng Qiao is 1.7 meters tall. How could such a big person not be able to eat a whole steamed bun?

Zhou Junhang felt that Meng Qiao was just on a diet.

He handed it to Meng Qiao again and said, "Eat it, seriously, don't waste food."

"..." Meng Qiao moved her lips a few times, and finally said, "Just leave it there. I'll eat it when I'm hungry."

"How can you eat it if it's cold?" Zhou Junhang handed it to Meng Qiao again, "Eat it. You look so thin."

Meng Qiao frowned, "Actually, I'm really full and can't eat any more."

Zhou Junhang looked at the fire cake in his hand, then looked at Meng Qiao, "If you don't want to eat it, I will."

"..."Meng Qiao watched Zhou Junhang eat the remaining half of her steamed bun.

She said, “That’s what I ate.”

However, Zhou Junhang asked in a lively tone, "Do you have an infectious disease?"

"..." Meng Qiao glanced at Zhou Junhang, "No."

Zhou Junhang ate four and a half steamed buns in one go, sat on the sofa, touched his stomach and said, "Ah, comfortable."

"..." Meng Qiao complained in her heart: "How can I feel comfortable after eating so much? Won't I feel bloated?"

Zhou Junhang said, "Pour me a glass of water, Meng Qiao."

Meng Qiao turned around and poured Zhou Junhang a glass of water.

She stood in front of Zhou Junhang and watched him drink water.

Zhou Junhang drank some water and saw Meng Qiao staring at him. He asked Meng Qiao again, "What do you have to do? Why are you staring at me?"

"..." Meng Qiao said: "Why don't you leave?"

"..." Zhou Junhang put down the cup and rubbed his stomach. "I just ate. I'll sit for a while and then leave."

Meng Qiao sat on the sofa.

Zhou Junhang added: "If you have work to do, just go and do it. You don't have to accompany me."

"..." Although Meng Qiao felt that it was not a good idea for her to go to work while the guests were still there, since Zhou Junhang said so, she stood up and went to work.

Her one day off each week is the day for her to do thorough cleaning.

Zhou Junhang saw Meng Qiao mopping the floor and said, "This floor can be used as a mirror, why are you still mopping it?"

Meng Qiao said as she wiped the floor: "Have you ever seen anyone use floor tiles as mirrors?"

Zhou Junhang: "It's a metaphor."

Meng Qiao: "Your analogy is not appropriate either."

Meng Qiao said this as she moved the mop to Zhou Junhang's feet.

Zhou Junhang raised his foot and said, "I feel like you are chasing me away."

Meng Qiao stopped mopping the floor and looked at Zhou Junhang, and asked him bluntly, "Why don't you leave?"

"..." Zhou Junhang suddenly didn't want to leave. He said, "I haven't rested enough yet. I'll leave after I've rested enough."

Meng Qiao mopped the floor, came out of the bathroom, and took her bag, "Zhou Junhang, I'm going out."

Zhou Junhang stood up and asked her, "Where are you going?"

Meng Qiao, "Let's go to the flower market. I want to buy some pots of flowers."

Zhou Junhang raised his foot and said, "I'll go with you."

"..." Meng Qiao, "Why are you going with me? No need, just go do your thing."

"I'm not busy." Zhou Junhang stood in front of Meng Qiao. When he saw Meng Qiao standing down, he gestured for Meng Qiao to go first.

Meng Qiao stood there and didn't leave.

Zhou Junhang said: "You don't want to trick me out, do you?"

"..."Meng Qiao really wanted to leave, and she was really ordering everyone to leave.

She said, "You've already eaten and drunk enough, why don't you leave?"

"What's wrong with sitting at your house for a while?"

Zhou Junhang said, sitting on the sofa again, "I have nowhere to go, can't you take me in for a while?"

Zhou Junhang's tone was full of grievance. Haoyu was married and heard that she was pregnant. He was upset and wanted to find a quiet place to sit for a while.

But there really is nowhere to go.

He didn't know why he just wanted to sit with Meng Qiao for a while.