my sister is a supermodel

"Are you pretending to be asleep?"

Lima laughed.

"No, I'm really sleepy, sleep with me when you come!"

Rocca closed his eyes and said.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to take a nap too!"

Lima smiled softly and fell into his arms.

"Honey, do you like boys or girls?"

"Hoo~ everything is fine~"

"Last week, Kate accompanied me to the hospital for a pregnancy test. We already knew the gender of the baby. Do you want to know?"

"what?"

"Don't tell you!"

Lima smiled and closed her eyes.

...

470. Little Angel or Little Devil?

On May 5th, the Los Angeles area was sunny.

Roca wears a sports T-shirt and shorts, and runs in the morning on the west coast road. He likes running, especially when he returns home after filming. He likes to use this method to adjust his state, or use morning running to distinguish whether he is at home or work outside.

From the moment the sun just rose at 06:30 in the morning, until [-] o'clock when the sun covered the beach, he ran eight or nine kilometers along the coastline before running back to the manor.

When they returned to the manor, two jobs had already started, a nutritionist and a nanny.

Nutritionists are highly paid professionals who arrange Lima's meals and pregnancy care.

The nanny is Lima's cousin Chris, who is in her 30s. Her work includes taking care of Lima, cleaning, taking care of pets and so on.

"Mr. Kelly, good morning!"

"Good morning! Lady Mary!"

Roca nodded, walked up to the second floor, and Lima also got up, standing on the balcony with her waist propped up to breathe fresh air.

When he first moved in, the wall of the balcony was bare. He bought some Ling Xiaohua seeds and planted them on the roof. In less than two years, half of the wall was covered with green vines.

In April and May, Ling Xiaohua begins to bloom, and the light red flowers are dotted among the green vines, which are lovely.

There are a few Lingxiao flowers hanging upside down on the balcony, swaying with the wind, making them look even more beautiful.

Roca walked over and put his arms around her waist,

"Would you like to take a walk on the lawn?"

"It's not time for morning exercises yet. I'll go for a walk after breakfast."

Lima laughed.

"Ms. Mary is ready for breakfast, shall we go down now?"

Rocca asked.

"All right!"

Rocca helped Lima down the stairs. Lima was almost seven months pregnant, and her belly became more and more obvious. Just seeing Lima's belly, he couldn't help but think of Britney in Germany.

If she was pregnant, her belly would be about the same size, maybe even bigger, Britney is lazy, her body will gain weight more easily, and her belly must be bigger.

I just don't know where she is, and I don't know if she is okay.

Roca sighed secretly, he decided to go to Germany again when he had time to find Britney.

After entering the restaurant, Ms. Mary and Chris prepared breakfast. The breakfast for pregnant women is very simple, with a light taste, including eggs, toast, a little shredded ham, and fruit porridge.

Rocca ate the same, only with an extra steak.

Lima only ate a bowl of porridge, a piece of bread and shredded ham before putting down her fork.

"Is this enough?"

Rocca asked while eating.

"I eat four meals a day!"

Lima smiled lightly.

"But apart from the chest, there is not much fat in other places."

"Nonsense, I gained so much fat in my butt, arms, thighs, and waist, and my body weighed 42 pounds. Why didn't I gain much weight?"

"Really, I touch it!"

"Don't make trouble!"

Lima slapped his dirty paws off.

Rocca smiled. Compared with the last few months of Aniston's pregnancy, Lima's figure is still slim at this time, but she is tall, and it is not obvious that she has gained dozens of pounds.

"Honey, you worked hard!"

Roca said.

"As long as you know!"

Lima glanced at him with a smile, picked up a copy of the Los Angeles Times and read it.

"Huh~ Julie gave birth."

"what?"

"Julie gave birth to a baby. It was reported on the news last week that she was in the hospital for delivery. She gave birth at noon yesterday."

Lima looked at the newspaper and said.

"is it?"

Roca counted the time silently, the one born in early May should not be her own, no, it must not be her own, otherwise Julie would not have been born.