This director is vindictive.

Chapter 616 Shotgun Technique: More Bullets Than Accuracy
Chen Mo had no time to care about those messy things outside.

It's not that he's cold-blooded, it's just that—his backyard is on fire.

Of course, to be precise, it wasn't exactly a "fire," but rather that a certain woman had completely lost her temper.

The fairy-like Liu Yifei has been looking at him with increasingly resentful eyes lately, as if he owes her hundreds of millions. But he really can't shirk this debt—after all, his other female confidantes have already become mothers, while her belly remains stubbornly flat.

During this time, the other women tacitly "gave" Chen Mo to her. Boss Chen also worked hard like an old ox, toiling day and night, but the soil was almost plowed bare, and the seeds just wouldn't sprout!

On the contrary, a certain tiger mom who had already given birth to twins—yes, I'm talking about that loud and boisterous one who could break his back from sitting on her—was pregnant again!

"I've really screwed up!" The tiger-woman's phone rang out, her voice so loud that Chen Mo almost threw his phone away.

Goodness, this is definitely the style of tiger girls. What do you mean by "fucked the dog"? Who the hell is the dog?
"He cheated on me twice during his safe period! Twice! Does this slut have GPS installed in his body or something?"

Chen Mo suppressed a laugh and comforted him, "It just means I have good aim."

"Damn it!" A dull thud of a pillow hitting the wall came from the other end of the phone.

"My two little devils have already sucked me so much I'm practically bald, if another one comes along, they might as well send me straight to the crematorium!"

"Cough cough, it's not that bad, it's not that bad." Chen Mo was actually quite puzzled as well.

What could he do? He could only coax her.

"Hey, how's Yifei doing?" the tiger girls suddenly asked.

Chen Mo rolled her eyes. Don't be fooled by their sisterly affection. They've been playing the palace intrigue game behind the scenes, though they usually keep it to themselves.

The tiger girls are clearly showing off right now.

"What else can happen? But it should be soon! Cough cough!" Chen Mo said.

"Shhh, you're no good! How about I personally teach her a couple of moves?" The tiger girls' words came out without hesitation.

"Zhang Yuqi, I think you've really gotten too big for your britches. I'll give you one more chance to come up with something!" Chen Mo threatened.

"Haha! Well, uh... I'm outta here!" The tiger woman was still a little afraid of Chen Mo's threat. After all, she was a tiger, but not stupid.

If Chen Mo were to punish her, she would still remember how her buttocks were swollen from the beating.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

However, on the other hand, the fairy sister who had been taking things as they came was now a bit emo.

During this time, Chen Mo had clearly put a lot of effort into her, even trying all sorts of mystical "pregnancy manuals".

But as a result, nothing happened at all.

At first, she was worried that there might be something wrong with her health, but after secretly going to the hospital for a checkup, the conclusion was that there was nothing wrong and she was very healthy.

This was a little hard for her to accept.

Before, she could tell herself that it was just a matter of fate, but ever since that tiger-woman Zhang Yuqi arrogantly said that she was pregnant again, she couldn't hold back anymore.

When Chen Mo turned around, he saw Liu Yifei sitting cross-legged on the sofa, a copy of "The Complete Guide to Scientific Pregnancy Preparation" open in front of her, and a tablet next to her playing a video titled "Postpartum Care of Sows... Uh, no, I mean, 'How to Increase the Chances of Getting Pregnant.'" Hearing the noise, the "fairy sister" looked up and said softly:
"Zhang Yuqi is pregnant again, right?"

The look in his eyes made it seem like he'd been secretly up to some earth-shattering affair behind her back.

Chen Mo broke out in a cold sweat. What kind of hellish, life-or-death question was this? He could only stammer out, "An accident, purely an accident."

Liu Yifei slammed the book shut, then suddenly leaned over and grabbed his collar: "Tell me! Did you give her special treatment?" "I swear to God!" Chen Mo swore to the heavens, "That tiger woman got so fierce that I didn't even have time to take precautions. How can you blame me?"

The words had barely left her lips when the soft flesh around her waist was twisted into a pretzel. The fairy-like woman gritted her teeth and sneered, "So you're saying I wasn't trying hard enough?"

"No, no, it's because I didn't work hard enough. I'll definitely work harder next time, okay?" Chen Mo quickly said.

"Chen Mo, do you think I should practice more yoga?"

Liu Yifei suddenly let out a long breath, put down her phone, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyelashes trembling, as if she had been preparing for a long time before asking the question.

Chen Mo paused, then looked up at her: "Haven't you been practicing all this time?"

He knew, of course, that she practiced yoga—after all, he couldn't help but steal a few glances whenever she stretched in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in her form-fitting yoga pants, especially the pose where she bent over and lifted her hips, her slender waist arching in a beautiful curve that made his Adam's apple bob. But he never asked her to deliberately shape her body; after all, her figure was already stunning enough.

Liu Yifei pursed her lips, her eyes flickered, and she lowered her voice even further: "I mean, the kind of training specifically for Hou Tao'er."

"Hou Tao'er?" Chen Mo was stunned for a second before he reacted, almost choking on his tea. His gaze subconsciously glanced behind her, then quickly looked away, but the corners of his mouth had already involuntarily turned up: "Why are you suddenly researching this?"

Liu Yifei's ears burned, and she grabbed a cushion and threw it at him: "Zhang Yuqi sent a message before saying that squats and bridges are useful. I thought she was just talking nonsense, but it turns out..."

She glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, halfway through her sentence: "What are you laughing at!"

"Cough cough, you actually believe what she says?" Chen Mo caught the pillow and suppressed a laugh.

“She’s already pregnant with her second child!” Liu Yifei said with a hint of resentment.

"Ahem, okay, maybe, probably, after all, they say big butts are good for childbirth!" Chen Mo had no choice but to go along with her.

However, I couldn't help but imagine it myself.

It seems that the common saying does have some truth to it.
After all, Fan Binbin goes without saying; it was his first time visiting home, and his mother praised him as a well-bred little millstone.

Zhang Yuqi is not much weaker either.

However, Chen Mo quickly added, puzzled, "That doesn't make sense either. Little Zhao is so small, too..."

Upon hearing this, the fairy sister became even more emo.

Seeing her dejected look, Chen Mo pulled her into his arms and stroked her waist with his fingertips: "Isn't this a relief? Some people used to only do the corpse pose when practicing yoga, but now they're actually adding it to their practice?"

He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath making her tremble slightly: "But here," he squeezed her hand lightly, "it's already very good."

"Chen! Mo!" Liu Yifei blushed and tried to pinch his arm, but he grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the sofa. The man's eyes were dark, and his voice was hoarse: "Really want to practice? I have a private coaching course."

"What class?!"

Chen Mo immediately stood up and picked the person up.

"I teach you!"

“But we haven’t gone for a walk yet! Didn’t we say…” She slapped Chen Mo, a little embarrassed and annoyed.

"No more walks! All that stuff on the internet is rubbish. Let's go straight for the shotgun! That's the most scientific way!" Chen Mo laughed.

"What kind of shooting skills do you have? You really are..."

The setting sun cast overlapping shadows onto the curtains outside the window, while the yoga mat lay forlornly to one side, signaling the failure of the squatting plan.

(End of this chapter)