Poor girl, she is pregnant with a rich old man's cub

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At first, Qin Jue was a little worried about the development of the baby in Lin Yang's stomach, so he took Lin Yang to Zhou Yue's place for a checkup, and found out that Lin Yang's skeleton was too small.

As for Dad, because Qin Jue has a big skeleton, the baby most likely inherited Qin Jue, so it was so "obvious" in Lin Yang's stomach.

Looking at Qin Jue's tightly pursed lips, Zhou Yue swallowed the sentence "the father's head circumference will most likely determine the baby's head circumference, and Lin Yang may have dystocia".

Worried, he called his former professor and asked him to help transfer several leading obstetricians and gynecologists.

He didn't dare to think about what might happen.

He was clear.

In case something really happened to Lin Yang, Qin Jue would never be able to get over this hurdle in his life.

Maybe... not in this life.

But at this moment, Zhou Yue didn't have time to think about these.

He was thinking with black lines in his head, how can the instant noodles be boiled with clear water to taste like cola.

Zhou Yue held the phone while making rounds, his voice was extremely speechless: "Brother, I am a doctor, not Ruyunlong Kaiyou, you go to the frying kitchen team to see."

Qin Jue tried his best to ignore the earnest gaze from the sofa, and pretended to stand in front of the counter.

Lin Yang has been waiting since the afternoon.

Qin Jue made excuses several times, saying that he was too busy and didn't have time to do it today, and let this matter go.

Lin Yang didn't complain.

I have been obediently waiting.

Instant noodles and Coke were also placed on the dining table during dinner.

Maybe Qin Jue meant that she wouldn't sleep tonight if Qin Jue didn't give her Coke instant noodles.

Seeing Qin Jue was both funny and soft-hearted.

Qin Jue frowned, and stopped stirring the instant noodles.

"Kaiyu Ryuun? Japanese? Can he do it? Where is he?"

Zhou Yue was speechless.

"It may be useless to go to Japan, you have to go across to find him."

"Haven't you watched "The Little Master of China"?!"

"Brother, I beg you. I'm still working overtime. Don't keep asking me difficult problems that cannot be solved."

"For example, what kind of cola-flavored instant noodles can be boiled in clear water. The first time I was on the operating table, it was not as difficult as making a bowl of clear water cola instant noodles."

Qin Jue: ...

Qin Jue hung up the phone in silence.

Finally, carrying a bowl of dark instant noodles, he left the kitchen and walked up to Lin Yang.

"Put it down, put it down!" Lin Yang's eyes were full of anticipation, Qin Jue put the instant noodles on the coffee table a little stiffly, and Aunt Wang left silently with a feather duster.

With some difficulty, Lin Yang slid off the sofa with his waist supported, and wanted to kneel down in front of the coffee table.

——She can't bend down now, so she can only sit lower.

Qin Jue felt uncomfortable, so he sat cross-legged on one side, grabbed Lin Yang's leg, and let her sit on his lap.

Lin Yang put his hand on the man's strong forearm, lowered his head and smelled the instant noodle bowl, his tone was strange, and he looked back at Qin Jue: "It seems a little different from what I thought."

"Why is it different?" Qin Jue said nervously.

Lin Yang thought for a while: "Hmm... Coke should be sweet after cooking."

Qin Jue explained in a serious way: "Instant noodles are salty, and it neutralizes the sweetness of cola, so it smells weird. I just tasted it and it was very bad. How about we stop eating this Okay? I bought pudding for Yang Yang, let's eat that, it's been kept in the refrigerator, it's cold and sweet."

As he spoke, he pushed the instant noodle bowl away and signaled Aunt Wang to take the bowl away with his eyes.

Lin Yang subconsciously glanced at Qin Jue.

After winter, it snowed, and the temperature dropped completely.

Even in the dark, you can see the bare area outside the window.

The floor heating was also turned on early in the house.

He was worried that Lin Yang would catch a cold. After the temperature dropped, he rarely even opened the windows when Lin Yang was around, not to mention giving Lin Yang cold desserts.

It can be seen how much he has made concessions this time.

It's okay if he didn't talk about pudding. After talking about it, Lin Yang's interest was completely raised.

Holding on to Aunt Wang's hand, she insisted on taking a bite.

Aunt Wang didn't dare to move, for fear of knocking over the bowl of instant noodles.

No way.

Qin Jue could only grit his teeth, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of noodles, and sent it to Lin Yang's mouth.

Aunt Wang looked at Qin Jue nervously.

Lin Yang frowned, smacked his lips, and subconsciously glanced at Qin Jue: "It's really not sweet."

Then he stuck out his tongue again: "It's not delicious."

Of course not sweet.

Because he didn't intend for Lin Yang to eat it at all, so he didn't pour coke into it, and didn't put any seasoning packet in it. It was only dark because he added half a spoonful of soy sauce in it.

It seemed that Lin Yang had no interest in this bowl of "Coke Instant Noodles".

Qin Jue didn't finish breathing out in one breath.

Suddenly, Lin Yang took a sip of the soup with Aunt Wang's hand: "I'll try it again."

She couldn't believe it, Qin Jue's craftsmanship was so good, how could he not be able to do it.

Obviously, she saw that those bloggers made delicious food, milk, cola, sprite, they can all be mixed.

"oops!"

"Yang Yang!"

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……

Salty, besides salty, is still salty.

Lin Yang's small face was wrinkled, and until Qin Jue came out of the bathroom with her in his arms, Lin Yang still felt the lingering taste of soy sauce water on the tip of his tongue.

Qin Jue skillfully carried her into his arms and brushed her hair until the sound of the hair dryer whimpered and then stopped.

Lin Yang still didn't say a word.

Qin Jue subdued, bowed his head and kissed her cheek: "Okay, it's my fault, I shouldn't have lied to Yangyang. I've already learned from that video just now, can I do it again for Yangyang tomorrow?"

Qin Jue was also helpless, how could he know that this so-called cola instant noodles was a food blogger's new way of eating Internet celebrities.

He shouldn't have asked Zhou Yue, but Zhou Qianqian.

This was the first time Qin Jue discovered that there was a generation gap between himself and Lin Yang.

Lin Yang glared at Qin Jue angrily: "Then you shouldn't lie to me with soy sauce water, my mouth is so salty!"

Qin Jue lowered his head, laughed dumbly, and kissed her on the lips: "But Yangyang has already eaten three pieces of pudding, is it still salty?"

Lin Yang: ...

Lin Yang's face turned red.

"It's salty!"

She saw it just now, Qin Jue bought a large box of pudding and put it in the refrigerator, and gave her three pieces!

"Really?" Qin Jue looked into her eyes, and said in a playful tone, "Is it really salty?"

"Salty!" Lin Yang insisted, his eyes dodging: "It's not my own feeling, the baby is also talking about salty."

"That's it." Qin Jue chuckled, pinching her chin and bowing his head.

"Then I'll try it."

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The girl's sobs sounded in the bedroom.

"Qin Jue..." The girl dodged, tremblingly clasping Qin Jue's shoulder.

"Good boy." The man leaned over to hold her in his mouth, coaxing in a low voice.

"It's not... baby..."

The man chuckled, his voice doting and helpless: "What's wrong? The baby still says it's salty?"

There's no other way, his pudding doesn't look like it'll last until tomorrow.

"No..." Lin Yang was about to cry.

Hands are shaking: "Stomach hurts...the baby is kicking..."

Qin Jue: ...

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