"Graphite, where can I buy millet porridge? Go buy it again." Gu Jiangnan casually ordered.
Shi Mo was stunned, where can he buy it? He couldn't find his wife. Let her cook for a while. It doesn't make sense to ask his wife to cook porridge for a woman who took away her husband, because this woman was pregnant with her husband's child but didn't.
Be careful of miscarriage, it really won't open your mouth.
"What's wrong?" Gu Jiangnan saw that Shi Shi hadn't spoken for a long time and said a little strangely, "Shi Shi, what's wrong with you these days? You're always absent-minded. I asked you to buy some more millet porridge. Didn't you hear me?
no?"
"Oh -" Shi Mo sighed and came out of the ward helplessly.
The question is, where is he going to buy it? What a headache!
Gu Jiangnan sat down in front of the bed, looked at Qin Jing's pale face, and sighed. His mother beside him sighed and said: "Okay, let's not talk about it, let's do this. You can't do it alone, you have to find someone."
Come here and take care of you. This time, you must be more careful next time, otherwise it will lead to habitual miscarriage."
"Mom!" Gu Jiangnan said helplessly. He always said that people have menopause. Is his mother also in menopause? He always said something that was wrong. In fact, there was no malice. It could be said that he was speaking outright. However, this
The words have a different flavor to other people's ears.
He accidentally glanced at the thermos pot on the table next to the bed and the clean food boxes. He hesitated for a moment. The thermos pot looked familiar. He picked it up, looked at it, and frowned slightly. What was this guy Shi Mo doing?
Damn it, when did he rush home and bring this thermos?
"Jiangnan, what's wrong?" Qin Jing asked softly.
"Nothing, by the way, Xiaojing, did Shi Mo leave during this period?" Gu Jiangnan asked casually, "For example, to buy something to eat?"
Qin Jing shook her head, hesitated again, and said softly: "Probably not. I seemed to have slept for a while, but--probably not."
Gu Jiangnan nodded and said gently: "It shouldn't be so. He can't run back. Besides, this thermos pot has not been used since Aunt Qing stopped doing it."
Shi Mo, who walked around the corridor several times, really couldn't think of where to buy millet porridge. He also drank some just now, but he seemed a little worried because, after all, in his impression, the lady was a reluctant person.
How could a forgiving person let Qin Jing go?
The taste is definitely made with care, and some red dates are added to make it slightly sweet.
Tian Haisheng heard someone knocking lightly on the door, raised his head and said politely: "Please come in."
His office is not accessible at will. Those who can enter here are usually relatives and friends of the An family or the Gu family.
Shi Mo gently opened the door. There was only Tian Haisheng in the room, reading a thick book. When he saw it was him, Tian Haisheng was a little surprised, "Shi Mo? Is something wrong?"
"Uh, I would like to ask where my wife is?" Shi Mo said softly, "Sir, I have something to do with her."
He didn't dare to say that he was looking for An Youruo to help him make porridge, and Tian Haisheng probably wouldn't believe that his wife, who had always kept her hands off Yang Chun Shui, could cook.
"She has already gone back. She just left in less than half an hour." Tian Haisheng said politely, "The experts just finished the treatment for her and she went back to rest."
He personally arranged for the expert, and gave the expert enough information to instill some of the previous things into the confused An Youruo, so that she could integrate with this identity as soon as possible to avoid another situation.
Shi Mo nodded lightly, closed the door, and thought for a while. Now he only had to go to the parking lot to pick up the car, go home, and ask his wife for help. He hoped that the meal was really made by her, and it would be better if he still had it at home.