You don't need to guess to know that it must be related to Xia Jianqing.
really,
"I met with Jian Qing today, and he asked me to convey a message to you. He said that he would make money and return it to you for the inheritance his father robbed from you. He hoped that you could keep his father..." Chenxing said in his voice
Getting smaller and smaller, I glanced at him secretly, and found that his expression gradually darkened, his head buzzed, I regretted it a little, but I still couldn't finish the sentence: "One life."
When Gu Shaocheng heard this, he didn't answer. He waited for a long time and said, "That's it, no more? I need to tell you everything at once."
She shook her head and looked at him: "No more."
"Well, what you conveyed has been conveyed, and the rest is none of your business."
Chenxing blinked: "Then do you agree or disagree?"
"Does he want you to convey it, or does he want you to turn a deaf ear?" Gu Shaocheng grabbed her hand with interest, put it on his knee, and played with it in circles.
Turning a blind eye?
Chenxing chuckled. She was a little nervous at first, but ended up being amused by his words. "Just conveying."
"Then your good old man has already done the work, and the rest is none of your business." Gu Shaocheng said calmly, and then changed the subject: "I read in the book that there are sour sons and spicy women, so I will buy you some sour plums.
, you eat more, and we will have a son."
"What, if the decision of whether to have a child or a girl could be determined by eating sour plums, then the ratio of men to women in this world would have been seriously imbalanced. And I give birth to boys or girls at will. Whatever I give birth to is my baby, and I like them all.
, unlike you, who only loves his son but not his daughter."
"Don't you only love your daughter?"
"Who said that? I am a son and both daughters like me. You call me son every day. Of course I have to fight for my daughter." Knowing that what Xia Jianqing asked him to convey was absolutely unfinished, Chenxing no longer frowned.
, anyway, she did everything she had to do. Not only was Shaocheng not angry, but she was also talking and laughing with herself. She was already very satisfied.
The car drove directly back to Gu's house, entered the inner courtyard through a special passage, and parked at the entrance of the courtyard. The housekeeper ran over, smiling and squeezing his eyebrows together. "Sir, a box of sour plums was just shipped back by air. I thought I could give it to Miss Chenxing.
After trying it for a while, I accepted it.”
When Gu Shaocheng heard this, he laughed out loud: "Haha, housekeeper, you are getting more and more popular with me." He opened the car door and invited the pregnant woman out. He held the roof of the car with his hands and stood leisurely.
There, "Did you hear that? There is a box of sour plums. They are more delicious. No need to spare them for me."
"Eating too many sour plums will cause diarrhea." She stuck out her tongue.
"Then make sour plum soup and prepare a bowl for Chenxing every morning and evening." Gu Shaocheng told the butler. The butler accepted the order repeatedly and even made a suggestion: "Sir, you can also make candied fruit."
"Okay, let's do it."
Chenxing covered her ears with her hands, going crazy, going crazy, she was speechless to his man... How could she have a premonition that the days ahead would be dark?
It's not a premonition. Facts have proved that the days ahead will be dark.
This month, even though Gu Shaocheng was busy with the banquet, he would personally supervise her to drink a bowl of sour plum soup every morning and evening. This man would torture her to death. How could anyone force someone to drink sour plum soup every day? Pregnant women do it because their bodies crave it.
She ate it because it was sour, but what about her? She was completely forced to drink it...