As a result, I pushed open the door of the room and was about to go downstairs when I accidentally heard Carl‘s voice.

I froze－

Carl just stood by the floor－to－ceiling window in the living room, copying the bag with one hand and holding the mobile phone in the other hand.

I can‘t see Carl‘s expression from this angle, but as Carl exchanged hands, I can feel the impatience of this person.

Soon, Carl‘s voice came： "Grandpa, I‘m not in Haicheng. I have something to do and can‘t go back on the weekend."

I don‘t know what Bo Zhan said. Carl took his cell phone a little away. Through Carl‘s reaction, I more or less knew Bo Zhan reprimanded Carl.

"All right, I know, I‘ll go back next week, first." After that, Carl hung up the phone directly.

I was slightly stunned.

That is really beyond God.

Did Carl refuse Bo Zhan‘s request to go home? Is it because of me that I refused?

In this way of thinking, I am full of complicated emotions, except consternation.

Carl hung up the phone, seemed to feel the light of my eyes, turned to look at me： "Wake up?"

I stood awkwardly, my subconscious hands mixed together： "Well, I woke up."

"Come down for dinner." Carl‘s tone is still faint.

When I came to my mouth, I swallowed it back when I was about to blurt it out. I honestly said, did not dare to catch up with Carl‘s pace.

Carl didn‘t wait for me.

By the time I sat down, Carl had already packed the rice, boiled porridge that melted at the entrance, fried green vegetables, brightly colored braised meat, fried meat foam with sour beans, and a grouper.

These are definitely not bought outside.

I know that Carl did it.

My heart beat and I asked, "Stop, did you do it?"

"Uh－huh." Carl responded casually and put the spoon and chopsticks in front of me. "Eat."

"Good." I sat down quietly.

Carl didn‘t say much to me. He ate quietly. The appearance of holding chopsticks made people feel elegant. Even if this person was chewing, the movements were pleasing to the eye.

I peek at Carl from time to time.

The eyes fell on his rolling Adam‘s apple and swallowed saliva unconsciously.

What does it mean that a man is willing to cook for a woman? Besides, Carl is not the first time to cook for me. This idea makes me more and more excited.

Even the dishes on the table made me stir.

I ate a lot of this meal.

Although Carl didn‘t talk much, he could always put the fresh dishes into my bowl the next moment I finished eating.

Very simple actions, but let me feel loved.

My mouth kept rising.

This kind of feeling, really happy.

… …

After dinner, I wanted to clean up the dishes, but Carl had already grasped my hand and controlled me within his sphere of influence.

"I‘ll pack it up." I said quietly.

Carl did not look back and led me： "Someone will come to clean up later. You go to have a rest."

"I just got up. I can‘t rest all the time like this. I will become a pig." When I said this, my words were unconsciously accompanied by a trace of Jiaochen.

Carl gave me a faint look： "You are pregnant now, huh?"

I didn‘t answer, my eyes fell on my lower abdomen, suddenly feel that this child is my lucky star, I lost everything, to find back, even better than before.

"There will be domestic workers coming later. In the future, don‘t do these things yourself, let domestic workers do them. In addition, I will find two aunts to serve you. What do you like to eat and what do you not like to eat, and make it clear to your aunts."

Carl confessed.

I quieted down and shook my head： "In fact, I can do all these things. I don‘t need to find an extra aunt. I‘m not so vulnerable. Besides, I have to go to work on weekdays, and my aunt is useless here."

Because when I go to work, I can‘t return to my apartment at noon.

Although the distance is close, the working time is short after all, so it is impossible for me to waste it on the road like this, and the meetings of the planning department are anytime and anywhere.