Pei Mochen left the room, saw Cheng Ningyou sitting on the sofa, and asked, "Why don't you sleep?"
Cheng Ning was worried and upset, "I can't sleep."
What should she do if she was really pregnant? She didn't tell Cheng Shenke or Lin Wei when she came back that night at Golden Chaoyang. If she was really pregnant, how should she tell them? Did she have to do it secretly by herself?
Get rid of it, these two words made her body tremble slightly, her hand touched her lower abdomen, and her face was full of worry.
Pei Mochen glanced at Cheng Ningyou's hand on her lower abdomen, walked to her and sat down, "Does your stomach hurt again?"
His hand covered the back of her hand, "I'll make you some sugar water to drink."
Cheng Ningyou tilted her neck and put her head on Pei Mochen's shoulder. She looked at the dark TV screen with dull eyes and murmured, "Pei Mochen, I'm so scared."
I really want to find someone to express my worries to, and what happened that night.
"Huh?" Pei Mochen wondered, scared? What is she afraid of?
She accidentally glanced at the wedding photos of Lin Wei and Cheng Shengke in the window next to the TV. Is she worried about Lin Wei? So she is afraid?
Cheng Ningyou raised her head and wanted to tell Pei Mochen what was on her mind, but when she saw his gentle eyes, she hesitated, pursed her lips, shook her head, and whispered, "It's nothing, I want to drink sugar water."
Pei Mochen reached out and patted her head, smiled lovingly, "I'll cook it."
Cheng Ning looked at Pei Mo's figure entering the kitchen with melancholy on his face. If she revealed that she had a one-night stand, would he dislike her and not be so gentle to her?
If he knew that she might be pregnant and didn't even know who the father of the child was, would he turn around and leave?
Looking at the closed kitchen door, she raised her lips in self-mockery, realizing that she actually cared so much about his attitude.
This damn gentleness really makes people greedy.
Pei Mochen came out of the kitchen with brown sugar water and brought it to Cheng Ningyou with a smile, "Drink it while it's hot."
After stirring it twice with a spoon, it was safely placed in her hands.
Cheng Ningyou held the bowl in both hands and took a sip of the brown sugar water in the bowl. It was sweet and had a hint of ginger spiciness, and there were one or two ginger shreds in the water.
She made a small difference, Jiang Quhan's, he had even thought of this and couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at him.
Pei Mochen met her sudden gaze and raised his eyebrows slightly, "What?"
Cheng Ningyou drank the brown sugar water in big gulps, put the bowl on the coffee table, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, looked at Pei Mochen and asked, "Do you often help others make brown sugar water?"
Otherwise, why would you have thought of adding shredded ginger? Moreover, the shredded ginger is cut so finely that you can tell by looking at it that it is often cut.
Before I asked the question, I thought it was nothing, so I just asked casually. But after I asked, I felt a little weird in my heart. I often wonder how close the relationship must be to care about the other person's menstrual period.
Damn, brown sugar water, why are you so sour?
When Pei Mochen heard this, he smiled half-heartedly, "No, it's my first time doing it."
Otherwise, she would have thought that who would be so lucky to drink the sugar water he cooked by himself? He had never even drunk Ms. Lu.
What Cheng Ningyou hated the most was his expression that was half-smiling but not smiling. Seeing that this guy must be overthinking, she had to act as if nothing had happened.
Throwing away the tissue in his hand, he smiled and praised, "The technique is good."
