Soon, a bowl of wontons was brought to her with soup and water, but he didn't put it in front of her. He just put a few wontons into a small bowl, blew them carefully until they were warm, and then put them into her mouth with a spoon.
side.
"I'm not a baby, why should I be fed by you?" Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand to take the bowl.
"You are not a baby, but you are your baby's mother." Leng Zimo smiled fondly, "Be good, open your mouth, eat slowly, and chew more often, so that you won't feel nauseated."
Helpless, she had no choice but to let him feed her bit by bit like a baby that couldn't take care of itself.
She didn't know whether she was really hungry or because he was distracted by talking to her while feeding her. She almost finished the bowl of wontons, but she didn't have any abnormal reaction at all.
"Did you put anything in this soup? Why don't I feel sick at all when I eat it?" Luo Xiaoqian asked while drinking the soup.
"Of course, my son knows that his father made it himself, so naturally he won't let you complain." Leng Zimo joked.
"Who said it's a son? Maybe it's a daughter?" Luo Xiaoqian retorted.
"A daughter is better. A daughter kisses her father." Leng Zimo took a tissue and helped her wipe away the soup stains on her mouth. "Whether it's a son or a daughter, as long as it's yours, I love them both."
Luo Xiaoqian smiled evilly, "Be careful if I give birth to Nezha!"
Leng Zimo pinched her little face gently and said, "Don't worry, I don't have that gene. The most you can do is give birth to a little Zi Mo or a little Xiao Qian."
Putting down the soup bowl in his hand, he directly picked her up from the dining chair and walked towards the stairs.
Luo Xiaoqian stretched out her arms to wrap around his neck, "If this continues, by the time the baby is born, I'm afraid I will be so degenerate that I won't be able to take care of myself."
"That's the best!" Leng Zimo smiled and kissed her face, "I'll just take care of the two babies."
Luo Xiaoqian rested her head on his shoulder and pressed her face against his.
"Zimo, I feel that I am the happiest person in the world now."
"Wrong!" He smiled lightly, "You are second and I am first."
Being pampered is a kind of happiness, and having someone to pamper you is not a kind of happiness either?!
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The next day, Leng Zimo personally sent Luo Xiaoqian to the hospital where Shen Yizhou was located to see the obstetrics and gynecology department.
Because of Shen Yizhou's arrangement, Dr. Mo Qingping, an expert in obstetrics and gynecology who was supposed to be resting, also came to the hospital specially to examine Luo Xiaoqian in person.
After asking about Luo Xiaoqian's situation, Mo Qingping opened a series of check-ups for her, and then personally followed her to Supermarket B for an early pregnancy test. Leng Zimo followed Luo Xiaoqian carefully.
Help onto the examination bed |
On the side, Dr. Mo Qingping looked at his considerate look and just smiled.
"I remember that when Mr. Leng brought his wife here for examination, it was like this. It was as if she was broken porcelain at the touch of a touch. At that time, I had just entered the hospital and was still an intern. I was the envy of us young doctors.
died!"
Leng Zimo was fine, Luo Xiaoqian was already blushing.
After applying the liquid medicine to her abdomen, Mo Qingping carefully helped her start the ultrasound examination. Leng Zimo held Luo Xiaoqian's palm with one hand and stared at the screen.
"Aunt Mo, how are you?"
This Mo Qingping has been in the hospital for more than 20 years. When Leng Zimo was born, she was still a midwife and she could be said to have watched him be born. Therefore, Leng Zimo was called aunt.
