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Bai Hui tiptoed outside the house very carefully, poured two glasses of water, and waited for Zeng Bo to close the door. The two of them were sitting on the sofa. Zeng Bo didn't know where to put his hands and feet, like a prisoner waiting for sentencing. "I'm pregnant, what do you want me to do?" Bai Hui said. Zeng Bo immediately showed his shameless true face. He stood up, hugged Bai Hui in his arms and said, "I definitely want it. Why should we talk about it? Such a passionate fruit might be his son." Bai Hui immediately turned her head and said blankly to him. He glanced at him and said, "What if it's not him?" Zeng Bo hurriedly served him with a cat-like look on his face: "If he's not my son, then I can't do it. It's none of your business. Just worry about it." After hearing this, Bai Hui happily showed her fangs.