"I have hands." Sheng Yang turned her face away, still not used to this.
"Oh." Yi Juncheng was very obedient and put the grapes on a plate.
He restrained his domineeringness a lot. When he was with Sheng Yang, he gradually learned to respect her.
This happiness was hard to come by, and he cherished it too much.
Sheng Yang's stomach grew bigger day by day, but she still insisted on going to the research institute. Yi Juncheng didn't care at all.
Natural selection was survival of the fittest. If his and Yangyang's children couldn't even withstand this intensity, it could only be said that they couldn't be his and Yangyang's children.
Zhou Rusheng was going to pass the position of dean of the research institute to Sheng Yang. For this reason, she attracted the envy of many people in the research institute. Other than Zhou Feiyang, who had already evaporated into thin air, there were also many people eyeing this position covetously.
