Ye Heng played a game and turned his head as if to glance at Tang Yaoyao.
He looked at her sudden motherly appearance.
He really didn’t think that Tang Yaoyao would have such an expression at such a young age. Was It a woman’s nature? !
Anyway, he didn’t feel the slightest bit like a father.
He turned his head and played his game calmly again.
Tang Yaoyao gently wrote two chapters and was about to put the book aside to sleep when she suddenly felt a fetal movement in her stomach.
The fetal movement was particularly obvious. In an instant, it felt different from usual.
It was very strange.
She couldn’t describe the feeling, and at that moment, she even felt a little touched.
She raised her head in surprise and looked at Ye Heng, who was sitting opposite her and playing games. She couldn’t help but call him, “Young Master Ye.”
Ye Heng ignored him. He was born to play games.
