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

Zhou Junhang was amused by Meng Qiao's words.

He raised his hand and tapped Meng Qiao on the forehead, "Why are you so cute?"

Both Zhou Junhang's words and actions were very ambiguous.

Meng Qiao pulled her bangs back and yelled at Zhou Junhang with an embarrassed look on her face, "What are you doing?!"

Meng Qiao's pure shyness was mixed with a hint of charm, and Zhou Junhang was fascinated by her. He felt that Meng Qiao was more and more beautiful.

He felt more and more that Meng Qiao had a kind of fascination that fascinated him.

Meng Qiao felt even more shy when she saw Zhou Junhang's intoxicated eyes.

She snatched the dishes from Zhou Junhang's hands and turned to wash them in the sink.

Zhou Junhang saw her shy expression and knew it was obvious that she liked him.

He leaned over and whispered in Meng Qiao's ear: "Meng Qiao, you are so charming when you are shy."

Zhou Junhang's hot breath sprayed on Meng Qiao's ears and neck.

His teasing words sank into her ears.

Meng Qiao was so angry that she picked up the bowl and said to Zhou Junhang: "Look, I'm going to smash your head with this bowl!"

"Hahaha." Zhou Junhang laughed even more happily.

He saw that not only did Meng Qiao's face get redder, but her ears were also red as if blood was about to drip out.

He turned and walked out of the kitchen, "Hurry up and wash it, then come out and eat the roast duck."

"Who eats your roast duck?" Meng Qiao turned around and washed the dishes.

A bowl and a pair of chopsticks, Meng Qiao didn't know how many times she washed them.

Zhou Junhang was sitting at the dining table eating roast duck, and he said to Meng Qiao in the kitchen, "You washed the dishes and chopsticks until the skin peeled off."

Meng Qiao turned around and said, "I hate you! I have to wash the clothes you used more times."

Zhou Junhang said: "If you dislike me, then don't wash it, just throw it away, and I will buy you a new one later."

Meng Qiao threw the dishes and chopsticks into the trash can.

Zhou Junhang took a bite of the roast duck and said with a smile: "I'll buy you a new one later."

Meng Qiao wiped her hands and came out, "No."

"Hey Meng Qiao, it's really delicious. Please have some. I can't eat so much by myself."

Zhou Junhang asked Meng Qiao to eat roast duck with him.

But Meng Qiao didn't eat a single bite.

So Zhou Junhang ate the whole roast duck by himself.

Zhou Junhang sat on the sofa and rubbed his stomach, "Meng Qiao, I'm too full."

Meng Qiao glared at him and said, "You deserve it!"

Zhou Junhang stood up and said, "Meng Qiao, please accompany me for a walk. I feel so full."

"I'm not going." Meng Qiao said coldly.

"It's all your fault. I told you to eat it, but you didn't. So I had to eat the whole one by myself. Now I'm so full. You have to take a walk with me to help digest the food."

Zhou Junhang said this and took Meng Qiao away.

He also took the garbage.

Meng Qiao's eyes fell on Zhou Junhang's hands as he picked up the garbage.

Zhou Junhang's unintentional action made Meng Qiao feel good about him again.

It turns out that Zhou Junhang, a young master who has everything handed to him, also has a keen eye for work.

The night quietly begins.

There are no stars under the night sky of the metropolis.

Just thick smog.

Neon lights are flashing.

The whole city is dotted with colorful neon lights and is shining brightly.

Zhou Junhang and Meng Qiao are walking on the pedestrian street.

Pedestrians at night walk much slower than those during the day.

People mostly chatted as they walked.

What a picture of a peaceful and prosperous country.

The night markets on both sides of the street are bustling with people and mosquitoes.

I passed by a shop that was colorful and sold small sundries.

Zhou Junhang saw a pair of couple's bowls and chopsticks placed in the glass window at a glance.

He suddenly grabbed Meng Qiao's hand and said, "Meng Qiao, look."

Meng Qiao looked over and saw a dazzling array of goods in the glass kitchen, which looked even more colorful under the light.

Meng Qiao asked Zhou Junhang, "What are you looking at?"

Zhou Junhang took Meng Qiao into the store and said to the clerk, "We want this pair of bowls and chopsticks."

Only then did Meng Qiao see the couple's bowls and chopsticks.

The female clerk recognized Zhou Junhang at a glance, "Zhou Junhang!? Ahhhh! Zhou Junhang! I saw a living person!"

Zhou Junhang frowned. When did he die?

The shopgirl's screams attracted more people.

A girl came over excitedly and stretched out her hand to Zhou Junhang, "Hello, Zhou Junhang. My name is Wu Zimeng, and my Douyin name is Qiao Yi..."

Zhou Junhang simply ignored it.

Wu Zimeng took back his hand and quickly said, "I also do live broadcasts, I want to compete with you..."

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Zhou Junhang immediately interrupted Wu Zimeng.

Wu Zimeng was about to speak again when Zhou Junhang took Meng Qiao's hand and said:

"Can't you see I'm holding my girlfriend's hand? If you keep being so enthusiastic, my girlfriend will get jealous."

Meng Qiao wanted to pull her hand away from Zhou Junhang.

But Zhou Junhang held Meng Qiao's hand even tighter.

Meng Qiao didn't say anything, nor did she object to what Zhou Junhang said.

Zhou Junhang pointed at the couple's bowls and chopsticks and asked the clerk, "Are you selling them?"

The female clerk looked at Zhou Junhang infatuatedly and nodded repeatedly, "Sell, sell, sell."

"Wrap it up for me." Zhou Junhang said directly.

The female clerk quickly packed up.

Someone took a photo of Zhou Junhang with a mobile phone.

Meng Qiao turned her face away for fear of being photographed.

Zhou Junhang said: "Stop taking pictures. Show some respect for each other."

Seeing Zhou Junhang angry, the girls put down their phones.

Zhou Junhang had already opened his phone to scan the code and asked the female clerk, "How much?"

Someone offered to pay for Zhou Junhang.

The female clerk also told Zhou Junhang about the delivery receipt and said it was for both of them.

But Zhou Junhang turned his face away and asked again, "How much?"

The female clerk told him the price and Zhou Junhang scanned the code directly.

The female clerk handed the packed dishes and chopsticks to Zhou Junhang.

Zhou Junhang walked out holding the bag in one hand and holding Meng Qiao's hand in the other.

The girls left one by one in disappointment.

Some did not leave, but they did not get close to Zhou Junhang anymore.