When Zhan Hanjue saw her, he carried her back directly. Then he found long-sleeved and long-trousers home clothes from the closet and put them on for her.

Zheng Ling was at his mercy like a porcelain doll.

After getting dressed, Zhan Hanjue went downstairs with Zheng Ling in his arms. Zheng Ling was so shy: "Brother Jue, I can walk."

Zhan Hanjue said: "Don't move, I will hug you."

The zhengling was hung around his neck, and he could enjoy the special treatment during pregnancy with peace of mind.

Zhan Hanjue put her on the sofa, and Zheng Ling suddenly smacked her lips and said, "I want to eat cherries."

Zhan Hanjue said: "Buy."

"And loquats."

"Buy them all."

"Sour plums can also be used..."

The next day, when the courier was delivered to Aiyue Castle, the living room was filled with all kinds of acidic fruits.

Zheng Ling was stunned when she saw these fruits.

"Are you feeding pigs? How can I eat so much fruit? It will spoil."

Zhan Hanjue looked at Zheng Ling suspiciously: "You like sour food, don't you?"

Zheng Ling nodded: "It seems so."

Zhan Hanjue ordered a lot of sour fruits in the mall.

"Brother Jue, aren't you going to work?" Zheng Ling asked curiously when he saw that the time had reached noon and Zhan Hanjue had no intention of leaving.

"Do you want Brother Jue to go to work?" Zhan Hanjue asked her.

Zheng Ling shook his head like a rattle and said with a smile: "I want you to retire and stay with me every day. But I can't be so selfish and interfere with your life. Brother Jue, if you want to go to work, don't worry about me."

Zhan Hanjue touched Zheng Ling's belly and said, "You are not a pig, but there is a golden pig here."

Zheng Ling chuckled.

Zhan Hanjue washed a lot of fruits for Zheng Ling and placed the fruit platter in front of Zheng Ling, who then lay on the sofa leisurely and ate fruits.

Zheng Ling then began to serve Lord Zhan Han with all his heart.

"Is it delicious?" Zheng Ling asked.

Zheng Ling couldn't help but laugh when she saw Zhan Hanjue's brows tightening, obviously hurt.

Zhan Hanjue walked up to her and sat down next to her.

"I handed over the work to Guan Xiao. During this period, I just want to spend time with you." After saying that, Zhan Hanjue bit off the fruit in Zheng Ling's hand.

"Feed me."

Zhan Hanjue pinched her face: "Don't let your teeth get sore."

Zheng Ling laughed heartily.

After the joke, Zheng Ling stared at Zhan Hanjue very seriously, put his hand on her stomach, and asked: "Brother Jue, do you prefer a son or a daughter?"

Zhan Hanjue forced himself to swallow a mouthful of jujube, and then his handsome face was so sour that it became deformed.

"Why is it so sour?" Zhan Hanjue exclaimed.

Zheng Ling said: "I think it's okay?"

Zhan Hanjue thought about it seriously, and his eyes fell on Zheng Ling's beautiful, non-aggressive face. Zhan Hanjue's lowered eyes aroused a trace of longing and yearning.

"Zheng Ling, can you tell me?" He had an idea in mind, but he was an adult and of course he knew that there was always a gap between reality and ideals.
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