Wen Meimei's big eyes swept over, "I want to go home, I don't want to see you at all."
"Meimei..." Qiao Chengxun showed a hurt expression.
Wen Meimei sat up, turned around, got out of bed, her mind made up.
Qiao Chengxun silently followed, like a pet dog abandoned by its owner, his eyes filled with deep loss.
Wen Meimei walked downstairs familiarly, and upon reaching the first floor, saw Qingqing bustling between the kitchen and dining room, nervously preparing dinner.
Gurgle... Her stomach growled uncontrollably at that moment.
Qiao Chengxun suddenly came over, hugged the girl's petite body from behind, his hands placed on the slightly protruding belly.
Wen Meimei's heart trembled fiercely. She had been busy recording songs and dealing with her father's affairs these days, thus neglecting one thing—she was pregnant with this man's baby.
