After Mr. Pei Marries An Overweight Lady

"A postpartum re-examination has been arranged for you, and Ah Hai will take you there tomorrow morning."

"Oh." Pei Zhengyang ignored the old man, turned his head to Xia Qing and said, Xia Qing gave a strange oh, she had already done the postpartum reexamination, why did this man arrange for her again?

"Any opinion? Since you want me to be your fitness coach, you must listen to my arrangement." Pei Zhengyang said domineeringly.

Xia Qing was disgusted, when did I ask you to be a fitness trainer? And don't you say you are expensive?

"I'm poor." Xia Qing said very seriously.

Pei Zhengyang, "...pay the surgery fee."

"But..." She asked him not to marry Lin Xiaoran. Although he didn't agree at first, but in the end his goal was achieved, so it's clear, right?

"Don't talk when you eat or sleep." After finishing speaking, Pei Zhengyang bowed his head gracefully to eat.

Mr. Pei glanced narrowly at his grandson, then shook his head, Tsundere, as expected, he still cares about Qingqing very much.

Xia Qing shrugged noncommittally, okay, it's free.

after breakfast.

Xia Qing returned to the baby room, fed the cubs first, and then pulled out the yoga mat.

The previous practice was increased by half an hour according to the man's plan.

Sister Zhang watched from the side, "Qingqing, are you planning to lose weight?"

Xia Qing nodded, got up and wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, his body was really bad, and he was so weak after just a while.

Little Xiongxiong didn't know what Ma Ma was doing, his eyes widened curiously, he was still gnawing on the teether toy in his hand, and his two calves lying on the sofa kept kicking back and forth.

"It's only been three months since you gave birth, so be careful." Sister Zhang told Xia Qing who came here.

"Don't worry, I know it well." Xia Qing replied with a smile, sitting on the yoga mat and playing with the little bear who was having a good time.

With mother's attention, the little guy was even happier, threw away the teether, and sucked his thumb loudly.

Xia Qingle couldn't do it, "Are fingers so delicious? Let Ma Ma have a taste, too?"

As he spoke, Xia Qing picked up the little guy's other little hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

The little guy stared at Xia Qing curiously. His pair of peach blossom eyes, which were the same style as Xia Qing's, were black and bright. Seeing Xia Qing's strangeness, he accidentally bit the little guy.

Unexpectedly, not only was he not angry, but he also giggled and stuffed his little finger into Xia Qing's mouth.

Sister Zhang beside him couldn't help but hold down the little guy's dangling feet, and shouted deliberately, "Oh, the little villain is under control, Mama is going to eat the little villain now!"

"Hehehe..." Not only was the little guy not afraid, but he laughed even louder.

Xia Qing also laughed.

Boom boom boom...

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, and the door was open. Xia Qing turned his head and saw the person in the kitchen holding the plate, "Come in."

"Miss Lin, this is your extra meal." The people in the kitchen were infected by the atmosphere of the room and said with a smile.

Xia Qing couldn't help looking up, there was a bowl of soup, six fresh water prawns, and four slices of dragon fruit.

And the timing was just right, in that man's style.

Sister Zhang looked at Xia Qing strangely, "An extra meal?"

Xia Qing nodded, took the weight loss plan that Ah Hai gave her last night from the bedside, and handed it to Sister Zhang.

"Weight loss plan?" Sister Zhang took the heavy document, opened her mouth slightly, then opened her mouth wider and wider, and finally looked at Xia Qing in disbelief, "Is this your weight loss plan?"

"It's not me." Xia Qing shook her head, her weight loss plan was not so detailed, even down to the size and number of slices of food.

"That's it?" Sister Zhang admired the person who made the plan.

Xia Qing shrugged, "Guess."

Sister Zhang thought about it, her eyes widened, "No...it can't be the second young master, right?"

These days are so deserted, I can't help but wonder if there is something wrong with the writing? Cover your face.