Ning Ziqi would answer every question An Xueqing asked seriously.
Tang Ze and Beichen Shixi looked a little... redundant on the side.
"Young lady, I have your express delivery." Suddenly, a servant came over with a wrapped cardboard box.
"My express delivery?" Ning Ziqi looked at the servant in surprise. Is it for her?
"Yes, it's from China." The servant nodded and handed the box to Ning Ziqi.
Ning Ziqi stretched out her hand in confusion, and was about to take the box, but Beichen Shixi reached out and snatched it away.
He glanced at the sender on the box coldly, and his eyes became colder...
After eating the apple core, he threw it into the trash can. Beichen Shixi pursed his lips in displeasure.
The sender is... Wen Chengqian.
Ning Ziqi looked at him curiously, what's wrong...
Could it be... another terrorist express delivery?
"Open it!" Beichen Shixi suddenly handed the box back to Ning Ziqi.
She took the box in surprise and looked at the express delivery slip...
The sender's name is Wen Chengqian.
It turns out...it was a courier sent to her by Wen Chengqian?
She was so curious about who would send her something.
The box is heavy and heavy, and I don't know what's inside.
"Help me take it back to the bedroom first." Ning Ziqi handed the box to the servant. Sister Xueqing and the others were still there. She was taking the things apart now, and it seemed... a little bad.
Hearing this, Beichen Shixi frowned. She still wanted to keep it and go back to dismantle it?
"Let me help you open it!" He reached out and snatched the box away expressionlessly. Then, he took out a key from the pocket of his windbreaker and swiped the seal of the box...
The tape was scratched...
"..." Ning Ziqi was speechless. This was something given to her. Why was he more nervous than her?
The box was opened, and there were several bottles and cans lying inside the stuffing... and a smaller, flat cardboard box.
"What is this?" Ning Ziqi walked over curiously.
"I don't know!" Beichen Shixi glanced at the bottles and jars and placed the box on the coffee table without interest.
Ning Ziqi rolled her eyes at him, and then took out a small blue bottle from the box.
It seems to be cosmetics...
What she held in her hand seemed to be lotion.
The box also contains cleanser, lotion, essence... and a larger bottle of facial mask.
Inside that flat rectangular cardboard box, there is a facial mask...
This whole set of things was very familiar to Ning Ziqi.
Wen Chengqian's carry-on bag contains the most items like these.
He can make several facial masks at once without any trouble...
"This brand looks a bit familiar..." An Xueqing carefully held the baby while looking at the bottle in Ning Ziqi's hand.
"Eh?" Ning Ziqi turned to look at An Xueqing in shock.
It was written in English, which she was not familiar with.
Besides, she rarely uses these things.
"I remembered, this brand seems to be a skin care product specially produced for pregnant women. It is said that the texture is very natural..." An Xueqing thought for a while and then said.
She had seen this brand abroad, and besides the pregnant women, her impression of it was that... the price seemed quite high.
Specially produced for pregnant women...
I don't know why, but Ning Ziqi felt a little warm in her heart after hearing these words.
Wen Chengqian, was this specially chosen for her?
I remember he said before that her skin was poor...she had fine lines and the like.
Just as she was thinking about it, Ning Ziqi suddenly discovered that there was another card under the box.
She picked up the card curiously and found a line of words written on it.
…
——After you give birth to a child, you have to take good care of it, otherwise when you become a yellow-faced woman and get divorced, I won’t care about you!
…
Beichen Shixi glanced at the card without leaving any trace, and read all the words on it.
He snorted disdainfully.
This kind of thing will never happen!
…
Ning Ziqi curled her lips, a little speechless. He always had a yellow face...
She feels that she is in good condition now...
However, she still had to say thank you for his skin care products...
Wen Chengqian seems to be particularly professional in this aspect.
If she was asked to choose skin care products by herself, Ning Ziqi had no idea how to choose...
…
An Xueqing and Tang Ze's rooms had been arranged long ago. After dinner, Ning Ziqi asked Tang Ze to carry An Xueqing up to the second floor to have a rest.
And she must deal with the restless baby.
In the afternoon, the servant only fed him milk powder once. He must be hungry now.
Ning Ziqi hugged the baby, hurried back to the bedroom, and sat down on the sofa.
She was about to lift up her clothes and feed her baby...
But at this moment, the door was suddenly opened.
Ning Ziqi paused and looked over there.
Beichen Shixi's slender figure appeared in the room.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw Ning Ziqi opening her clothes.
"Why did you come in..." Ning Ziqi looked at Beichen Shixi in astonishment.
"What are you doing?!" Beichen Shixi frowned, his eyes fixed on Ning Ziqi's hand that opened her clothes.
"Breastfeeding..." She was speechless. The baby was hungry, how could she not feed it?
Beichen Shixi's face darkened, he pursed his lips and walked forward expressionlessly.
Ning Ziqi was stunned and picked up the child.
"Wow..." The child who was just picked up started crying immediately.
Beichen Shixi frowned, this brat! He obviously wants to fight against him!
"Beichen Shixi, what are you going to do?" Ning Ziqi was shocked, wondering why he was so good.
Beichen Shixi did not answer, but silently carried the child to the baby bed and put him down.
Then, he turned around and went to the cabinet to get the milk bottle, unscrew the lid... and pour the milk powder into it.
The baby was still crying, and Ning Ziqi felt distressed and quickly walked up and picked up the baby.
She patted the baby's back distressedly, and he slowly stopped crying.
She turned around and saw Beichen Shixi making milk powder...
She was speechless, knowing immediately what he meant.
He doesn't want the baby to breastfeed?
Ning Ziqi was puzzled as to why Beichen Shixi was so persistent on this matter.
Soon after the baby was born, she planned to breastfeed the baby...
But he was interrupted by Beichen Shixi.
And now...this man is doing the same thing again.
What this man does sometimes is hard for people to understand...
"No need to make milk powder... I will feed him later." Ning Ziqi bit her lips and said, looking at the bottle in his hand, she felt helpless.
"Ning Ziqi, didn't I tell you not to breastfeed!" Beichen Shixi glanced at the child in her arms unhappily.