1187. Chapter 1187 I did not go on a hunger strike
"I vomited everything I ate, and when I saw me, I lost my appetite and couldn't even take a bite."
Ou Zexi clenched his fists, and his frown showed an unprecedented dejection.
"She has always been like this. She looks soft and weak, but when she becomes stubborn, she may not lose to a man." Ou Jinyue shook his head, with a look of doting in his eyes, which happened to fall into Ou Zexi's eyes.
"Jin Yue, what are you doing to Xiao Qiao..."
"Half a sister, it's a pity that she is destined to be a cousin-in-law."
Ou Jinyue blinked his eyes unceremoniously, shrugged his shoulders, and said in a nonchalant manner, "You asked me here because you want me to persuade her, right? Give me the things."
Ou Jinyue took the dinner plate from Ou Jersey's hand, and before Ou Jersey could speak, Yingting's figure turned around and went upstairs in a familiar manner.
"Why do I love to quarrel with her on weekdays? I really have to pay back whatever I owe!"
Ou Jinyue muttered to himself.
Ou Zexi looked at his back, his eyes getting darker and darker...
"Knock knock knock——"
After a few symbolic knocks on the door, Ou Jinyue pushed the door open and entered before An Moran could answer.
She saw his indifference in her eyes, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "I also thought that if I catch a good time, I might see you changing clothes, which would be a big bargain."
A gentle gaze passed over her pale face, and a touch of distress rippled in her pupils.
"why you do not want to eat?"
"Do you think I'm protesting with my body?" An Moran glanced at him coldly, "If you are here to be a lobbyist, please let me know where the door is."
An Moran, wearing a long white dress, sat quietly on the tatami on the balcony, holding her knees with her hands, staring at the sea not far away. The tide ebbs and flows, and the sea breeze carries a trace of salty taste, brushing her face.
After a while, she couldn't bear it anymore and turned her head and retched.
"vomit--"
His stomach was churning, and An Moran grasped the edge of the tatami tightly to suppress the nausea.
Ou Jinyue had already put down the plate quickly, poured a glass of water, walked over to her, and handed the water to her.
"Drinking water can suppress nausea."
Seeing that she had not taken the water glass for a long time, Ou Jinyue smiled self-deprecatingly, "It seems that I am the source of your nausea?"
"..."
An Moran looked up at him, saw the self-mockery on his face, and remembered the meticulous care he had taken for her. She glanced at the cup in his hand, reached out to take it, and took a sip.
She looked at him calmly and said, "I'm not on a hunger strike."
I just really can’t eat it…
An Moran rubbed her belly worriedly. She could already feel the presence of a baby in her belly, but the increasingly strong pregnancy reaction made her extremely worried that she would not be able to keep the baby.
"But if you don't know how to eat, the child will be hungry. How can a malnourished child grow as beautiful as mommy?"
Ou Jinyue joked nonchalantly.
Instead of trying to reason with An Moran, he sat down on the chair next to her with ease and looked at her softly, or to be precise, at her belly.
"How about I ask the housekeeper to make some light porridge? Maybe my appetite will be better."
"..."
An Moran looked at him and didn't speak for a long time.
Turning her head, she continued to look at the sea, letting Ou Jinyue dial the phone and instruct the housekeeper to make porridge for her again, even reminding her when to put what seasonings, porridge should not be too thick or too thin...
It's as if he himself is a chef who is proficient in cooking.
