“So Bing’er is jealous when she sees me with another woman. Don’t worry, Bing’er, they can’t compare to you. You’re number one in my heart.” He had just finished talking to his female friend when he noticed her. Remembering how he teased her last time, he couldn’t help but tease her again.
Xia Bing rolled her eyes at Cheng Yuan Jun. These words were probably said to n other women, and unfortunately, she was the n+1 recipient. Naturally, she wasn’t so conceited to think she could make this butterfly temporarily land on her trumpet flower.
You’d better not have a son
After a while, Xia Bing turned back.
“Such a beautiful woman, if there’s no genetic mutation, the child should be quite attractive. What’s not to like about her?” Xia Bing wasn’t kind-hearted; she was just curious about the playboy’s thoughts.
Yuan Jun took a while to catch up with Xia Bing’s jumping thoughts before understanding what she meant.
“You know I went to the gynecology department with her, and you’ve been following us?”
Seeing his self-satisfied expression, Xia Bing’s forehead developed three black lines, and her face began to twitch irregularly. From personal experience, she proved that the man in front of her had skin thicker than average – super thick, narcissistic to the point of universal condemnation!
“I just happened to see you while going upstairs. This woman is incredibly beautiful, much prettier and more elegant than the last one… Although marriage is a tomb, with such a good companion for burial, you’re worth it. If the child is born, later give me a photo – it’ll definitely be gorgeous, great for showing off… By the way, why don’t you want a child?” Xia Bing didn’t give the man any room for ambiguity.
“Why would I give you a photo of my son?” Seeing her excited expression when talking about children, Yuan Jun couldn’t help but pour cold water on her enthusiasm.
“I suddenly think your decision is absolutely correct. Don’t have a child.” Xia Bing saw his proud look – he had just contributed a sperm and acted like he’d made an outstanding contribution to society.
“Why?” Women are indeed fickle.
