Fu Zhiyue lulled the little woman to sleep, left the lounge, tiptoed away, and looked at the sleeping little woman at the door. She was very satisfied and closed the door gently.

returned to her desk and restored her old image of Fu Zhiyue. When she was writing and reading the document, she thought that the little woman might be hungry when she woke up and dialed the familiar number.

"Hey, Azhen, give me permission. Prepare some cakes, drinks and fruits for pregnant women.

Fu Zhimei thought about the appetite of a small woman. Before she became pregnant, she was the king of the big stomach. Now even more, after...