He stared intently at the small fire on the stove. The flickering light of the fire reflected his enchanting face. There was an unprecedented seriousness in his eyes.
Meng Xinran woke up leisurely, looked at the familiar surroundings, and stroked her swollen forehead. Why was she back here again? Qin Feiyang had obviously taken her into the car. She remembered that she seemed to have lost consciousness at the time, and her stomach
I feel a little sour inside, and there are thoughts growing in my mind like weeds.
Hearing the noise coming from the kitchen, she opened the quilt and shrank when her feet touched the cold floor. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the plush slippers Qin Feiyang specially prepared for her. Her heart inevitably warmed up. It had nothing to do with love.
, just because his attentiveness moved her
Putting on her slippers, she walked to the kitchen step by step
It was easy to catch the figure in front of the stove. His back was slightly bent, his sleeves were rolled up high, and the collar of his white shirt had a few black spots. He was fanning carefully with the small fan in his hand, controlling the heat.
, his cheeks were stiff, and he looked at the jar of medicine as if he were treating a rare treasure.
Meng Xinran's throat tightened, and the words she wanted to speak choked on her lips and she couldn't come out.
In the kitchen, there was a slight breathing sound. Qin Feiyang wiped his sweat, turned his head, his frowning eyebrows relaxed, and he raised the corner of his mouth: "Woman, are you awake? You just fainted suddenly on the roadside.
I just put you in the car and brought you back. If you are so generous, you won’t blame me for my unauthorized assertion, right?”
With that said, he walked up to Meng Xinran, touched her forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and pushed her out of the kitchen: "It's too hot in here, get out quickly."
"What are you cooking?" Meng Xinran's eyes fell on the stove, and her fists tightened inch by inch.
Just the smell of Chinese medicine made her a little unbearable. There were no patients here. It was obvious that this Chinese medicine was boiled for her to drink, but what disease did she get? Considering her symptoms of vomiting and her appearance of sleepiness in recent days,
Her pupils shrank
"Just some Chinese medicine. Uncle Fu came over and showed it to you. He said that you had an old injury that hadn't healed yet. You caught the wind outside and caught a cold. He wrote a list. I grabbed the medicine and prepared it for you until you wake up.
Let’s drink more,” Qin Feiyang explained, the smile on his face only getting worse.
Meng Xinran looked at him: "Is it really a cold?" A series of words escaped her pink lips: "Not pregnant?"
Although the last sentence was a question, it did sound 100% sure. Qin Feiyang's body stiffened instantly, his smile faded a bit, and his eyes that suddenly became profound still fell on her: "You know everything."
Seeing what he said, Meng Xinran breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart was wrapped in a faint joy. No wonder she felt something strange in her body during this period. It turned out that she was pregnant. Speaking of it, some of the symptoms were indeed the same as when she was pregnant with Xiao Mo.
It's exactly the same, except that too many things happened in the middle and she didn't pay much attention to it.
Her hand came to her lower abdomen with some trembling and touched it gently. Strangely enough, although she knew that the child was not yet formed, she seemed to be able to feel his life. There was a strange sense of stability in the soft corner of her heart.
Take root
This was her and Ling Ye's second child. Of course she was happy, but after a quick calculation, this child came at the wrong time...