"Does it hurt?" Li Juefeng frowned, and immediately lost all the anger he had just been fighting. He stretched out his hand and pressed the internal line, "I'll take you to the hospital now."
"..." Gu Xiaoai didn't know whether to be angry or laugh, "Didn't you read a maternity magazine? It's normal for the child to kick."
Did he throw away those magazines after just one look at them?!
"..."
She spoke very easily and naturally.
Li Juefeng pressed the inner hand and paused, as if his heart had been stabbed by some sharp weapon. His first reaction was that the child would cause harm to her body, and he didn't think of anything else.
The child will be taken out in two months. Without an antidote, the child will not live long after birth...
Nana Suzuki hasn't let go yet.
"Li Juefeng." Gu Xiaoai suddenly called his name and struggled to sit up from the bed.
Li Juefeng came to his senses and said in a low voice, "Huh?"
"I'm hungry. I want to eat duck blood vermicelli soup, mango sago, and sour plums." Gu Xiaoai looked at him and said.
"I'll let the kitchen do it." Li Juefeng tried to press the internal line again, but Gu Xiaoai stopped him again, "No, the chefs are all asleep at this time."
…
Li Juefeng looked at her soft and pure face with his dark eyes, and his voice seemed to be forced out of his throat, "You want me to do it for you?!"
"You don't want to?" Gu Xiaoai looked at him with clear eyes, pretending to get out of bed, "Forget it, I'll go make instant noodles."
Pregnant women eat instant noodles...
This woman is intentional, right?! She is clearly seeking revenge!
"Lie down here!" Li Juefeng said in an evil voice. He got off the bed and said reluctantly, "I'll do it. Don't move!"
Gu Xiaoai smiled successfully, she was indeed taking revenge on him for rolling up the quilt...
Who made him so naive?
Just treat her as a slave, a guy who doesn't even know that kicking a child is normal.
After Li Juefeng left, Gu Xiaoai leaned on the bedside and re-examined tomorrow's schedule, considering the method and angle to shoot several scenes, and whether the script needed minor revisions...
After a long time, Li Juefeng still hasn't come back. He probably has never made duck blood and vermicelli soup, so he must be in a hurry. I hope I don't see a bombed-out kitchen tomorrow morning...
Gu Xiaoai waited for sleepiness to set in. She could only hold back the sleepiness, took out a pen and wrote in circles on the script, but in the end she couldn't hold back the sleepiness and fell asleep...