Boss Ba Relies on Sand Sculpture to Capture Bai Yueguang

Everyone in Nancheng knew that Jiang Dang changed lovers faster than he changed clothes. A: "I understand, exaggeration, right?" B: "It's not an exaggeration, it's true. I smelled strawberry-flavored pheromones on him in the morning, and when I met him at night, it turned into lime-flavored pheromones, and the next day it turned into rose-flavored pheromones." Jiang Dang lost his memory and believed deeply in the speeches of the melon-eating people. He was lying on the hospital bed and gesticulating to Shao Xingqiu who was accompanying him: "Peel the apples for me. I like the bunny-shaped ones. I need a row of yogurt and all the straws are inserted for me." Shao Xingqiu glanced at him lightly, with a complicated expression on his face, but he hesitated to speak. Jiang Dang glared: "What's that expression on your face? Move quickly, be careful. If I'm in a bad mood and I change you, you won't even have time to cry. I'm the kind of prodigal who changes lovers twice a day." Shao Xingqiu couldn't bear it, "It's so pitiful, my brain is damaged." —— Shao Xingqiu and Jiang Dang have been married in secret for three years and treat each other as guests. Shao Xingqiu thought it would continue like this until an accident happened. Jiang Dang got into a car accident and injured his head. The aloof and tyrannical boss turned into a libertine who clamored to change his wife every day. Shao Xingqiu was confused as to whether he should tell Jiang Dang that those rumors were actually because his pheromones were unstable during pregnancy. When his mood fluctuated, the pheromones would change. Before Shao Xingqiu could think clearly, Jiang Dang knew about his pregnancy. Damn it, Jiang Dang, whose personality has changed drastically, may not really want to replace him and find a new love. Unexpectedly, the prodigal son Jiang Dang was so nervous that he didn't know what to do: "Does pregnancy require my pheromones to comfort you? I'm not the father of the child, will pheromones work? Is his surname after me or yours?" Shao Xingqiu's mood was complicated. It turns out that sometimes having a bad brain is not a bad thing. Intention: Working towards the future