Chapter 872

Jing'an, Kaiyuan street.

In a home stay.

"Sister Yao, today's box office has reached 220 million, with a difference of 60 million. Our aiyao studio broke the record!"

"Wow, great, Fangfang, anything else?"

"Sister Yao, why are you so cold? Did you and Fang Xiaole start on the sofa so early? "

"What are you talking about, dead girl?!"

Lin Yao just took a bath and specially wore a cool translucent nightdress. She was concentrating on brewing the atmosphere. Unexpectedly, Fangfang's phone came.

Hearing that her behavior was guessed by Fangfang, Lin Yao was ashamed and annoyed. She looked at Fang Xiaole sitting aside and warned Fangfang.

"Sister Yao, what are you really doing there? What time is it! Are you two too dry? "

Fangfang knew Lin Yao so well that she knew her tone and knew she was right.

"I won't tell you, I'll hang up!"

Lin Yao's neck was red and she was about to hang up.

"Sister Yao, remember what I told you, and you will be pregnant!"

Fangfang kept reminding.

"I see!"

Lin Yao hung up in shame.

"What's Fangfang talking about?"

Fang Xiaole was very close, heard a little, saw Lin Yao finish talking on the phone and asked curiously.

Lin Yao's legs turned red under her nightdress. Finally, she leaned over to Fang Xiaole's ear and whispered.

"Is there another way?"

Surprised, Fang Xiaole immediately asked:

"It's so effective. Why doesn't Fangfang use it herself? Doesn't she also want children?"

Lin Yao reminded: "husband, think about Fangfang's figure. How can she pose like that?"

"Yes, Fangfang is a little fat. That posture is not suitable for her."

Fang Xiaole thought for a moment and agreed.

"That, husband, this posture..."

Lin Yao's body twisted slightly, and her blush could drop water.

"I have no problem."

Fang Xiaole was stunned and looked down at the girl in her arms. Her slightly wet hair had the smell of shampoo. Her dark hair was scattered on her shoulders, showing a white jade like roundness from the gap.

Under the silk nightdress, perfect and tortuous lines are looming.

Fang Xiaole felt that his face was also red. He opened his mouth and his voice was a little dry:

"Then let's try it?"

"On the sofa?" Lin Yao sounds like a mosquito.

"The first time on the sofa, the second time in bed?"

"OK..."

……

……

At ten pm.

The wind and rain stopped.

The high pixel light returns to this home.

"I'm sorry, wife. I heard it's bad for a long time, so I've controlled it within an hour these two times. Won't you feel uncomfortable?"

Fang Xiaole asked Lin Yao apologetically.

"No, no four, I'm very comfortable..."

Lin Yao's voice is a little strange.

"That's good."

Fang Xiaole nodded.

"Lao Gong, is this posture really effective?"

Lin Yao's voice sounded again, still very strange.

"According to Newton's law, objects with gravity will fall downward, and so will the liquid. Therefore, your posture should be the most scientific and effective posture easy to get pregnant."

After careful analysis, Fang Xiaole said:

"It's just a little hard for you."

"It doesn't matter. I don't believe in hardship."

Lin Yao's voice was a little stuffy, like talking upside down.

Not exactly like,

Instead,

She's really standing upside down!

In the bedroom, Lin Yao, who had just finished her exercise, put her hands on the ground, her back and legs straight against the wall, her head down and her legs up.

This is the way Fangfang told her to conceive more easily.

After the event, stand upside down immediately, let the precious seeds follow the call of gravity, drift with the waves, and go where they should go without leakage.

Fang Xiaole had heard about the way the woman immediately cushioned her ass with a pillow after the incident, and Fangfang said this method is undoubtedly an advanced version of the pillow Dharma.

Of course, this method is not used by everyone.

For example, a girl with a mellow body like Fangfang can't do such a difficult posture.

Fortunately, Lin Yao has a deep foundation in dance. For her, handstand is pediatrics.

But the duration of those two times was too long. Lin Yao's body was a little soft. At this time, she insisted for two minutes, and her forehead was dripping with sweet sweat.

"It should be OK."

Fang Xiaole was a little distressed to see his wife working so hard. He quickly held Lin Yao's waist and asked her to stand on her feet back to the ground.

After sitting for a while, Fang Xiaole hesitated and asked, "how do you feel?"

Lin Yao said shyly in a low voice: "it seems that there is no, no flow."

"Wife, do you have to do this every time? Are you working too hard? "

Fang Xiaole took a paper towel to wipe her sweat.

"It's not hard. I must conceive in Jing'an and let our children inherit the ancient capital of the thirteen dynasties!"

Lin Yao clenched her white fist and her soft face was full of determination.

"It's not a fantasy novel, but also inherited from the ancient capital?"

Fang Xiaole lost his smile.

"By the way, husband, have you asked your mother-in-law?"

Lin Yao suddenly asked with concern.

"Well, yes, my mother said she didn't know. She was going to ask other relatives."

Lin Yao asked Hai Yao before and learned that neither the Hai family nor the Lin family had a history of twins, which shows that she probably didn't have the gene to have twins.

So she placed her hope on Fang Xiaole.

Fang Xiaole called song Yan yesterday to ask about it. In Song Yan's impression, the Song family and the Fang family seem to have never heard of who had twins, but they still have to ask.

Song Yan is very interested in this matter. She said that she has made more than ten phone calls today and asked song Fang's relatives. Some people also need to check again.

Song Yan told her son to reply tonight or tomorrow morning.

As they were talking, Fang Xiaole's cell phone rang.

"Is it mother-in-law's phone?" As soon as Lin Yao's eyes brightened, she hurried to pick up her husband's mobile phone, then curled her mouth and handed it to Fang Xiaole.

"My sister? Why are you calling so late? "

Fang Xiaole connects the phone.

"Fang Xiaole, help!"

As soon as he was connected, Fang Shengnan's voice rang, like setting off firecrackers.

"What's the matter, sister?"

Fang Xiaole asked.

"Something big has happened!"

Fang Shengnan panicked.

"What happened?" Fang Xiaole doesn't think so. He knows his sister too well. He's talking all day.

Generally, the major events mentioned by Fang Shengnan are not worth mentioning in Fang Xiaole's opinion.

"I escaped from home!"

Fang Shengnan gasped for breath.

"At home? Is the house you and Xiong Sangou rented? "

Fang Xiaole was stunned. It seemed that something was wrong.

"Yes, it's so scary. I'll die if I don't run."

Fang Shengnan said with lingering fear.

"What's the matter, sister?"

Lin Yao asked nearby.

Fang Xiaole's expression is also serious. What did Xiong Sangou do to Shengnan, which scared her like this.

"Xiong Sangou, that bastard! He, he... "

Fang Shengnan said sadly:

"He proposed to me!"