Surprise! I'm pregnant with a rich heir

Shen Lanxi frowned unhappily and denied, "There is no relationship at all! If there is a relationship, have you seen her in Huiheng?"

Zhang Hui shook her head subconsciously. She had been in Huiheng for several years and had indeed never seen Ruan Yin. She curled her lips and thought, well, she thought she had dug up some gossip about the president, but she was happy for nothing.

After the two left, Chen Ziming walked towards Ruan Yin's stall, looked at the desserts on the table, pointed at a bowl of purple taro balls and said, "Give me a bowl of this."

"It's you!" Ruan Yin said in surprise.

Chen Ziming nodded and asked, "Why are you setting up a stall?"

Ruan Yin was making him some taro balls while answering, "My dessert shop is still under renovation. I thought I had nothing to do right now, so I decided to set up a stall to test the waters. I'm free anyway."

So that's how it is. Chen Ziming's face flashed with embarrassment. Thinking of the message he had just sent, it was too late to withdraw it now. Just as he was thinking about how to explain to his good brother, a pair of white hands like warm jade appeared in front of him. He took the dessert and was about to scan the code to pay, but was stopped by Ruan Yin, "You and Xuan Yao are good friends, this bowl of dessert is on me."

"No, friends are friends, business is business, and paying for food is basic." Chen Ziming disagreed and insisted on paying. He was a very stubborn person. He always kept things simple. No matter whether she was short of money or not, the money she earned from setting up a stall was hard-earned money.

He scooped a spoonful at random and ate it, with surprise in his eyes. The taro balls were chewy and cold, with moderate sweetness, rich milk flavor, and the taste of sago. It was unexpectedly delicious. He couldn't help but praise it, "Delicious!"

"Do you think there is anything that needs to be improved?" No one doesn't like to be praised for what they have done, and Ruan Yin is no exception. At this moment, she is smiling from ear to ear, her joy is beyond words. However, accepting praise does not mean that there is no room for improvement, so she will also humbly ask for advice.

Chen Ziming was silent for a while and said, "I am used to simple colors. This bowl of white, purple, yellow and red looks chaotic at first glance, but this is my occupational disease and has nothing to do with desserts." Now that he thinks about it, perhaps fairy tales should be colorful. He seemed to understand why the publishing house said that his pictures were too adult. It was probably because his boundaries and thinking were fixed.

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up and he said quickly: "This bowl of dessert is very good, very good. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. See you next time!" After that, he walked out hurriedly.

Ruan Yin and Song Lan looked at each other in bewilderment. Song Lan sighed and said, "This person looks elegant and graceful, but why does he speak and act so strangely?"

“Maybe it’s the trait of an artist,” Ruan Yin sighed.

Suddenly, a meaty aroma wafted over. Ruan Yin looked in the direction of the scent and saw that it was grilled lamb skewers, greasy and golden and crispy on the outside. She swallowed, and the sense of taste that had disappeared for a long time suddenly attacked her. She wanted to eat it, but she couldn't. She had to control herself. Ruan Yin hardened her heart and turned her face away. However, the image of the lamb skewers in her mind was too tempting. The more she resisted, the more she wanted to eat it.

There was still some dessert left, and every minute sitting here was torture, especially the lingering smell at the tip of her nose. She began to comfort herself, I'll just have one bite, it should be fine. Thinking of this, she became uneasy and turned to Song Lan and said, "Mom, I'm going to buy some skewers of lamb."

Before Song Lan could say "Don't go", her daughter disappeared. A few minutes later, she came back with a few skewers of lamb and handed two to Song Lan. Song Lan didn't want to eat them at first, as it would be easy for her to get indigestion if she ate too much meat at her age, especially at night. However, she was more afraid that her daughter would feel uncomfortable after eating so much, so she took it anyway. The taste was still good.

Ruan Yin smelled it and it was so delicious. She took a bite and the fatty and greasy aroma burst in her mouth. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. She couldn't help but squint her eyes in happiness. It was so, so delicious. Woohoo, she finally got to eat it. The little person in her heart was so moved that she burst into tears and rolled on the ground in satisfaction.

No matter how slowly she ate, she finished the two skewers very quickly. After she finished, Ruan Yin was horrified. It was over. She had just said she would only eat one bite, but she couldn't help it and ate it all. At this moment, it was as if her taste buds were sealed. She felt that all the snacks on this street were delicious. No wonder the Internet said not to run at night, as running a lap would make you gain three pounds. At this moment, she deeply understood the situation and just wanted to sell the desserts quickly and go home.

Finally, all the desserts were sold out within half an hour. Ruan Yin immediately packed up and prepared to go home. She originally wanted to drive her mother back first, but she insisted on going back to Xingyue Bay first, and Ruan Yin had no choice but to obey her.

When they arrived at the door, Ruan Yin was entering the password. Song Lan said, "I won't go in. Go to bed early and don't stay up late."

"I know. Be careful when you go back and text me when you get home," Ruan Yin reminded.

Seeing her mother leave, she pushed the door open and went in. She thought it was pitch black, but unexpectedly the light in the entrance hall was on. She moved things in from outside and piled them in the living room. But when she looked up and saw Xi Xuanyao, she was surprised. She thought the light in the entrance hall was left on by Zhou Ma, but unexpectedly it was Xi Xuanyao. He smiled and greeted her, "Didn't you say you were going to work overtime today? Why are you back so early?"

Xi Xuanyao looked at the folded food cart in her hand, and thought of what Ziming said about not giving any household allowance, and couldn't help asking: "Didn't I give you the supplementary card? Why are you still setting up a stall?" If it weren't for the picture Ziming sent him, he wouldn't have known that his little wife went out to set up a stall. It has to be said that her way is really wild, and sometimes he both admires and feels helpless.

Ruan Yin put the things on the table, walked over and sat down, saying: "I set up a stall to test the market feedback of my desserts. Besides, the store is being renovated now. It will be difficult to operate before the baby is born. Setting up a stall is also a way to kill time."

Smelling the mutton smell wafting over his nose, Xi Xuanyao frowned and asked, "Did you eat mutton skewers?"

Ruan Yin subconsciously raised her sleeve to smell it. It was true. She had been outside for so long, but the smell still hadn't dissipated. Guilt flashed in her eyes, and she said angrily, "You smelled it all." She gestured with her hands and added, "I only ate a little bit, not much."

"Really?" Xi Xuanyao asked deliberately.

Ruan Yin raised her hand and swore, "Really, I only ate one skewer." Now she felt that her whole body was filled with the smell of lamb skewers. She couldn't help but get up, saying, "I'm going to wash up first," and went to the bathroom.

Xi Xuanyao raised his eyebrows as he watched her fleeing. He didn't say anything. Was she really that scared? If he knew that Ruan Yin was not afraid of him but the hemorrhoids the doctor had mentioned, he didn't know what he would think.

He leisurely flipped through the magazine on the coffee table. The cover was of a sexy male star with a black necklace on his white vest, revealing just the right amount of muscle lines. A look of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he continued to flip through the photos inside. There wasn't much exposed flesh, but it was just right.

From an observer's perspective, the photo is well taken, literary and wild, gentle yet elegant. The words in the interview are also remarkable. It can be seen that he is not the kind of person with an empty head. However, he is not a bystander and does not hesitate to look at this person with a critical eye. The shoulders are too narrow, the aura is not strong enough, and some angles are not so good.

But this person looks familiar, where have I seen him before?