Chapter 630

Until there was a soft knock on the door.

The man did not feel relieved to see the girl on the bed. After confirming that she would not wake up, he left the bed and went to open the door.

The housekeeper is standing outside.

Song Jincheng motioned to him to wait for a moment. After he closed the door and went out, he asked, "what's the matter?"

"Is young lady OK?" Housekeeper asked, deliberately lowered his voice: "the kitchen stewed ribs soup, the young lady's recent appetite is not good, need to Sheng a bowl up?"

Song Jincheng thought for a moment, then stopped and said, "forget it, Jixiang has fallen asleep. Don't disturb her."

"Ah."

The housekeeper nodded.

Song Jincheng was about to say something when a sound came from the room.

He quickly opened the door, just to see Lu Jixiang sitting up from the bed, she seems to come down.

"Don't move!"

Song Jincheng strode over and said carefully, "tell me something."

Lu Jixiang raised his eyelids, glanced at him lazily and said, "I want to drink water."

"Good."

Without saying a word, song Jincheng immediately went to pour water for her.

As a result, the girl continued: "I want to drink sour plum soup!"

The man stopped and looked back at her in surprise: "sour plum soup?"

"I want it now!"

Lu Jixiang does not care. Anyway, she wants to drink sour plum soup.

Song Jincheng is still keeping a good temper. He steps out, looking back at the girl and saying, "wait a minute, I'll let the kitchen do it for you."

The housekeeper was still standing at the door. After Song Jincheng went out, he conveyed the girl's idea and added, "don't be cold, just room temperature."

"Yes."

The housekeeper nodded, turned and trotted downstairs.

Song Jincheng stood at the door for a while. When he returned to the house again, the girl had already laid down.

Just, she opened a pair of big eyes, is staring at the ceiling.

"Auspicious?"

Song Jincheng sat by the bed and touched her hair with a soft voice: "what would you like to eat at night?"

Lu Jixiang shook his head.

After a while, she said, "Song Jincheng, I'm sorry. I was angry with you just now."

This pregnant woman's mood is always elusive.

However, our song's tactic is to respond to changes with constancy!

"It doesn't matter." He gently shook his head, looking at the girl's eyes are full of tenderness: "I know you are suffering, if vent useful, you just vent to me, whatever you can, as long as you don't hurt yourself."

Speaking of this, song Jincheng leaned over and kissed her forehead again, and continued: "auspicious, promise me never to give up!"

Lu Jixiang couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "look what you said. I'm pregnant now. I can't help it even if I want to give up."

Song Jincheng just laughed and didn't say much.

Lu Jixiang was a little depressed: "how long do I have to vomit? Song Jincheng, you know so many doctors, can't you help me? My throat is so bad. It's burning every time. "

Pregnancy and vomiting is a necessary course for almost every pregnant woman. Even if Hua Tuo is alive, I'm afraid there's nothing he can do.

However, this cannot be said.

Lu Jixiang's mood is changeable recently. If she hears this, she may have to make some trouble.

"Well, I'll let the doctor see you tomorrow."

Song Jincheng followed her words and said that he was willing to satisfy her as long as he didn't ask too much.

"Song Jincheng!"

After a few seconds, Lu Jixiang spoke again.

"Well, I am!" Song Jincheng responded with a good temper and looked at her with a smile.

"Give me your hand." Lu Jixiang said.

Song Jincheng held out his hand, handed it to her and said, "don't you want to bite me?"

"I'm not so bored!"

Lu Jixiang glared at him, turned his mouth, took his hand and put it on his still flat belly.

"Song Jincheng, why is my stomach still so flat?" She asked: "last time I talked to my mother on the phone, she said that when she was pregnant with me, she showed her stomach in three months, but look at me, it's so flat up to now, it seems that there's nothing happening!"

This is her worry!

Song Jincheng's heart seems to flow through a warm current, he explained: "every pregnant woman's constitution is different, darling, don't worry, you are only two months, still early."

"Is it?"

Lu Jixiang wrinkled her nose.

As the saying goes, the onlookers see clearly.

At the beginning of her pregnancy, Lu Jixiang had written some books about pregnancy, but she knew what song Jincheng said, but when it happened to her, she would inevitably think about something else.

"Well, don't think about it and forget what the doctor said?" As he spoke, song Jincheng covered the quilt for her: "sleep a little longer, eh?"

"I can't sleep!"

Lu Jixiang replied, looking at him: "I want to drink sour plum soup!"

Well, she's always thinking about it.

"OK, I'll go downstairs and have a look. How about you lie down and have a rest?" Song Jincheng looked at her and asked.

"Well." Lu Jixiang nodded.

Song Jincheng was very satisfied: "good."

Then he got up and went downstairs.

At this moment, the kitchen is busy, this big autumn, where to find sour plum?

The housekeeper is calling to transfer sour plum from other places. However, it always takes time and process.

Song Jincheng is very worried after learning about the situation. What if the girl starts to lose her temper again?

Finally, a servant suddenly suggested, "how about lemon instead of plum?"

"How is that going to work?" Housekeeper listened to, very disapproval: "sour plum and lemon taste bad too much, little wife a drink to know, no, no, this absolutely not."

But the servant explained, "generally pregnant women like to eat sour food. In fact, the young lady doesn't really want to drink sour plum soup. She just wants some sour food?"

"Really?"

The housekeeper was dubious.

Finally, he submitted the proposal to song Jincheng.

The man after some thought, decided to use.

As a result, Lu Jixiang was quite satisfied, drinking sour lemon juice, so satisfied that her eyes narrowed.

In this way, song Jincheng was relieved.

Pregnant women are not easy to serve!

"Song Jincheng, come and have a taste!"

Lu Jixiang is very happy and has been waving to the man.