C41

The room was not big, about fifteen meters square with simple furnishings. There was only a one meter wide bed, a writing desk, and a wardrobe with full-length mirrors. The furniture was very old and should have a history of around thirty to forty years.

"This is the only room in our house. If you don't mind, then live here." The big man scratched his head in embarrassment.

Zhan Beitian immediately stuffed the money into his hands. "My friend has a lot to eat, I'll have to trouble you to cook more."

After Chen Dong left, Zhan Beitian went to take a bath first. When he returned, he was wearing only a pair of tight jeans.

Zhan Beitian felt his burning gaze and turned around doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

Mu Yifan did not answer him. He got up and ran to the front of the mirror and checked his shirt.

When he saw the bulging belly, he frowned in displeasure. "When will my body be restored to its original shape?"

Zhan Beitian, "..."

However, the bulge in his stomach was still obvious, and it still resembled his middle age.

When Zhan Beitian saw him shrink his abdomen by half an inch, his eyes grew stern and he shouted loudly, "What are you doing?"

Mu Yifan was shocked by his actions and immediately put her stomach back in place, "I … I'm having my stomach retracted. "

"You …" Zhan Beitian looked at his innocent face, sucked in a deep breath, and said in a gentle tone, "You can't do this again next time."

Mu Yifan was startled: "Why?"

Zhan Beitian did not answer him. With a cold expression, he said, "Quickly go take a bath."

Seeing that the male lead's expression was not good, Mu Yifan did not dare to provoke him anymore, picked up his pajamas and slipped out.

Zhan Beitian put on his clothes, left the room, and went downstairs to the first floor. He found Chen Dong in the kitchen, and then, took out five hundred yuan and stuffed it in Chen Dong's hands, "Uncle, my friend is sick, and he needs to recuperate more."

Chen Dong thought of Mu Yifan's face that was wrapped in gauze, and laughed: "No problem, I will definitely stew a chicken for your friend to drink everyday."

Hearing his guarantee, Zhan Beitian did not immediately leave. It seemed that Chen Dong still had something to say.

"Is there something else?" Chen Dong asked.

Zhan Beitian hesitated for a moment, then said: "Uncle, just cook for the pregnant women in the next few days."

Chen Dong, "..."