Turning around, I saw Tian Feifei, sitting on the sofa with a low face, looking at him again and again.

"What do you want to say?" Ouyang went over and hugged her in the morning and asked.

"I was thinking... Oh, come on. I don't want to talk about it." Tian Feifei sighed and stood up with her stomach in her arms. Now her stomach is big. It's really inconvenient to do anything.

"What's wrong? Half of it. What can't be said to me?" Ouyang holds her elbow behind her in the morning to help her stand up.

"It's hard to say now. Look at it for a while. I'm...