Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

This obviously perfunctory attitude made his anger rise again.

He forced himself to calm down. After they returned home, he got out of the car first, opened the door and bent over to carry her in his arms.

Bai Weiwei frowned and resisted him, “My legs are not broken.”

Su Shian’s face darkened. He couldn’t help threatening, “Keep moving and I’ll drop you. Anyway, the child isn’t mine.”

Bai Weiwei’s actions stiffened and a touch of sadness entered her black eyes.

Su Shian just realized what he had blurted out. He gritted his teeth, but could not say anything that sounded nicer.

The child really wasn’t his. What was he worried about?

Su Shian was annoyed, but took her home and carefully put her on the sofa.

She sat quietly, without the aggressiveness when confronting him.

Su Shian was a little at a loss. He forced her to come back, but didn’t know what to do with her now.

“Are you hungry?” He remembered that they didn’t have dinner.

Bai Weiwei hesitated before nodding.

Su Shian picked up the phone and had the restaurant send food suitable for pregnant women.

Light foods, mainly.

Bai Weiwei didn’t eat more than a few mouthfuls because of a poor appetite.

Su Shian really hated he couldn’t stuff everything into her mouth, “If you don’t eat, how can you have a child?”

Bai Weiwei looked up at him carelessly, as if the anxiety in his heart wasn’t in her eyes.

Su Shian bowed his head a little. He didn’t want her to see his worries.

Suddenly she said, “When I came back, I saw someone selling tanghulu1 on the side of the street.”

Su Shian:“?”

Bai Weiwei: “Want to eat.”

What pregnant women wanted to eat was strange.

Su Shian blurted out the question, “Which street?”

Bai Weiwei: “I forgot.”

Su Shian: “……”

Should he search for it street by street?

Su Shian face was dark for a while, then he suddenly put on his coat, “You eat first, can’t eat hawthorn on an empty stomach.”

Having said that, his ears were hot and red.

To hide his reaction, he turned and left. Before he closed the door.

He saw that Bai Weiwei seemed to smile. That smile was very tender under the light.

It was so gentle that his heart trembled.

An unfamiliar sour feeling came up, similar to pity and joy.

Su Shian couldn’t figure out what it was.

Just that it was good that she obediently stayed at home.

【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is at 50.】

Su Shian drove around the streets retracing his route.

Where was that dead tanghulu stand?

He circled for half a day. If he had been told before that he would go so crazy in the middle of the night for a bunch of tanghulu.

He reckoned he would beat the other side up himself.

But now he even went back and forth searching, as if his heart was tied with a string. He didn’t want to let Bai Weiwei be disappointed.

It wasn’t easy to find that tanghulu stand. These people should be put out of business.

That bare empty skewer frame, where were the tanghulu?

Su Shian got out of the car, face gloomy, “Tanghulu?”

The seller shook his head, “Gone, ah. The last one was just bought by the previous child.”

Su Shian immediately turned his head and saw a primary school boy carrying a book bag in front, holding a tanghulu jumping forward.

He had been looking for tanghulu and now that it was found, he lost all his IQ.

Su Shian rushed to the primary school student, pulled out a hundred yuan grandpa Mao2 and wore a smile that wasn’t a smile.

“Uncle gives you money, you give the tanghulu. Do we have a deal or not.”

The student looked at him wisely. Suddenly he howled, “Human trafficker, ah. Help.”

Su Shian: “……”

A screaming kid.

He had sharp eyes and nimble hands. He snatched the tanghulu from the primary school kid’s hand and replaced it with the grandpa Mao.

Then he sped back to his car and ran away in his car.

1: 糖葫芦 Skewers of candied sour berry called Hawthorns:↩

2: 百元毛爷爷 This is probably similar to how someone might refer to a hundred dollar bill as Mr. Franklin.