"Sick?"

It is naturally impossible for Mo Huantong to tell him the truth, "No, I'm just a little tired."

"Have you ever seen it?" Meng Shaoling frowned, his tone full of concern, "It looks bad that you look bad, go put on a coat, I'll take you to the hospital."

"It's okay, it's not that serious, it's much better."

Mo Huantong refused in a low voice. Meng Shaoling walked into the living room and placed all the boxes in his hand on the coffee table. "Every time I ask you out for dinner, you will not refuse. I can only ask them to pack it. The long time on the road makes the taste change."

He said, turning around and looking at her smile, "Huantong, I'll take you out next time. I don't want anything else. At least you can give me a chance to have a meal with you. Just treat it as a small gathering between our friends. Is it OK?"

“…”

Mo Huan's eyes were slightly lowered. It was not the first time Meng Shaoling said this to her. He had sent many text messages, made many calls, and even sent flowers to the apartment, but she had never given him any response.

In fact, it is just a disguised rejection.

Mo Huantong didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Meng Shaoling did not continue. Women could not force themselves, let alone be hard. He understood this very well, "Huantong, let's have a meal first, it's going to be cold."

Mo Huantong sat down by the sofa. Before her period, she had not left, and her lower abdomen was still sore. "Thank you... I'm not too hungry."

"Eat a little bit, and you will lose your weight if you lose it."

Meng Shaoling put the chopsticks to her hand and unexpectedly glanced at the pink thermos on the coffee table, "Did you buy this?"

"Well, I bought it when I saw it on the roadside."

When Meng Shaoling saw that he didn't even have a brand, "This is definitely not insulated, I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

"No, I just like this."

Mo Huantong moved her eyes to the thermos cup. She used this in Zhongjing Haoting, and the size and style were exactly the same, but now this one is pirated.

The authentic one must have been missing for a long time.

Mo Huantong herself found it ridiculous. Some habits really cannot be changed after they formed. She even had a cup. If it weren't for this when drinking water, she would feel uncomfortable.

Just like now, if she doesn't drink children's milk for a day, she will feel like something is missing in her life.

What's missing?

Mo Huantong looked at a place with her eyes dazzled, and a familiar roar seemed to sound in her ears. The man's angry face shook in front of her eyes. She raised her hand to wave it, but she couldn't wave it away.

"Huantong?"

A voice pulled her back into reality.

Mo Huantong came to her senses and was really not interested. She picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

An advertisement suddenly interspersed—

On the screen was a pure white sponge pad. A few cute little babies came out first and crawled on the ground. Suddenly, one of them cried loudly, and the woman hurriedly stepped forward to check on her.

The monologue on the side said, "Are you always worried about your baby's comfort and health? Next, MR will bring you a brand new baby battle!"

Immediately afterwards, the screen changes—

I saw a man wearing a light pink plaid shirt strode out, paired with white casual pants, and his burgundy hair was also softened by the light. Mo Beiyan came to the middle of several babies, raised his phoenix eyes and looked at the camera, "I am Mo Beiyan, I am endorsing the diapers. Yan's diapers, you have to sleep with the first step!"
Chapter completed!