"Baby, is it baby?"
As if in response, the petri dish lit up again.
Moreover, this time, Luo Miao did not remove his hand from the petri dish, and even felt a slight pulsation from his hand.
It's like a heartbeat.
Seeing this for the first time, Luo found it novel.
More than anything, it's an unspoken expectation.
He gently stroked the petri dish, his face showing a tenderness he himself didn't realize.
"Baby, you have to be good and behave well."
The golden light shone brighter.
"Dad is waiting for you to grow up and come out. When that happens, Dad will take you to see this beautiful world."
The light grew stronger.
Luo Miao couldn't resist and leaned down to kiss it.
Full of joy.
He didn't understand what it felt like to be connected by blood before, but now he understands a little.
It's an invisible bond, very mysterious.
"Baby, Daddy will work hard to earn money and buy you lots and lots of beautiful toys so you can play with them when you come out."
At this moment, Luo Miao's previously sluggish attitude transformed into a surge of fighting spirit.
As if understanding, the baby in the petri dish shone even brighter.
Luo Miao watched this scene and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.
So this is what it feels like to raise a child.
He needs to work harder.
Give your baby the best of everything.
He quickly found his phone and called his assistant.
He needs to take on a job!
Before I get pregnant, I'll make a hundred million.
"My little darling, you finally called me! The designers at Fashion Week are going crazy."
An exaggeratedly high-pitched male voice came from the phone.
Luo Ling calmly moved his phone away a little.
He waited until the volume was lowered before speaking.
"Unnie, I've accepted the invitation from over there. Remember to negotiate a higher price."
The original owner was not a professional model.
But he is the most unique one in this industry.
Because of his perfect body proportions and his mysterious Eastern face.
Eyes as captivating as a summer starry sky.
A flawless interpretive power.
No matter what kind of clothes they are, they will shine brightly on him if he so chooses to.
So even though he's not a model, countless top designers want to hire him to walk the runway and be their spokesperson.
He just didn't agree to many of them.
After all, he's not short of money.
His hobbies don't lie in this.
"Don't worry, my little ancestor, I will definitely cut off a piece of flesh from their flesh."
Luo Ling hung up the phone with satisfaction.
He looked at the Petri dish, now quiet, with a gentle expression.
"Baby, Daddy will be going back to work soon, so be a good baby, okay?"
The familiar golden light reappeared.
Luo Miao excitedly reached out and hugged the petri dish, nuzzling him.
system:'...'
Damn, I'm so tired of seeing this.
That lousy host, raising a son is like raising a father.
And that little brat, he hasn't even come out yet, he's still just an embryo, and he already knows how to please his host.
Tsk tsk tsk...
Once it hatches, it might become incredibly clingy.
I wonder if the host's man will kill me.
A father-son battle—it must be incredibly exciting!
I want to see it!
After staying at home for another half month, Fashion Week kicked off.
Luo Miao arrived at the agreed place and was about to enter discreetly when the system's surprised voice popped into his head.
'Host, host, female... female... female lead!!!'
A flash of surprise crossed Luo Miao's eyes.
I looked up.
Not far ahead, there was a woman wearing a long white dress, whose face looked somewhat sickly.
She was anxiously talking to the staff member in front of her, looking very tense.
But that's not the point.
The key point is that her belly is protruding!