With a puff, Zhao Qiqing put the cup in her hand on the tea table and looked at an Zirui, "come on, brother, go to dinner."
As she walked over, she took the hem of Fu xishen's home clothes out of his pants, and then tied the drawcord on his pants.
Fu xishen: "
So embarrassing?
An Zirui also came over, glanced at him lightly and waved his hand.
"It's all right. I don't mind."
Zhao Qiqing took out the lunch box in her hand and smelled the thick soy sauce smell inside. It smells good.
She took out one of the boxes, took out her chopsticks, stretched them over there, took a bite and put it in her mouth. It was fragrant, wanton and delicious.
Fu xishen couldn't help looking at her more, "don't you have nausea?"
Zhao Qiqing shook her head. "Now I'm green onion, ginger and garlic. I can't smell the smell, and the smell of oil smoke. It makes me sick."
"What's here?"
An Zirui came forward and took out the pregnant women's meal ordered for Zhao Qiqing. The exquisite ingredients combined with light taste materials seem to be very good.
"So plain, is this a meal for Qingqing's pregnant women?"
He is worthy of being a man who came from the tip of a knife. He can see everything in the market.
Zhao Qiqing also looked at it along an Zirui's hand. It was really a pregnant woman's meal. It also said "Xibao confinement center".
"Baby, we haven't arrived in a month. Don't order so early?"
Zhao Qiqing tilted her head, her eyebrows and eyes were full of playfulness, and looked at Fu xishen with leisure.
On both sides of his cheeks, there were two layers of red halos, which looked lovely and cute.
This was the first time she had seen Fu xishen blush. It was very fresh.
"Husband, are you shy?"
Zhao Qiqing made a bold move, took a step forward, grabbed Fu xishen's collar and brought him over to her side.
The beautiful dark eyes looked at Fu xishen with leisure, and the eyebrows and eyes were full of appreciation and love for Fu xishen.
An Zirui was helpless and went directly to the kitchen.
Fu Xi's deep, cold eyes softened a lot and quietly looked at Zhao Qiqing, "what did you just call me, baby?"
There was a lot of grease between the two people.
Zhao Qiqing smiled with a smile in her eyebrows and eyes, giggled a few times, gently looked up, and kissed his thin lips like a dragonfly.
Fu xishen closed his eyes with satisfaction, "very fragrant."
"Well, my brother is here. You let him dry out alone."
Zhao Qiqing loosened him, sat on the table, nodded slightly and looked at him, "husband, I'm hungry."
This title satisfied Fu xishen. He smiled and turned into the kitchen.
When an Zirui saw Fu xishen coming in, he couldn't help complaining, "I said you, especially you, let me come and hang me. That's good?"
Fu xishen said faintly, "that's interesting. I expect you to prepare for my wedding."
Today, Fu xishen came to an Zirui to discuss the wedding day.
Fu xishen decided to hold the wedding on Christmas day. The day before was Christmas Eve. It was a very gentle name.
After so long, they finally had a satisfactory result.
"It's just that Qingqing likes red. You're very thoughtful." An Zirui whispered and looked back from time to time to ensure that Zhao Qiqing wouldn't come in suddenly.
Fu xishen put the meal on the plate. "Your brother is quite responsible. Even if you are married, consider it. You will inevitably meet Qingqing and Xiaotong every day."
"I know what you mean," an Zirui nodded, but his heart always seemed to be blocked up.
He was very depressed and wanted to find a breakthrough.
"All right, let's go." Fu xishen put all his meals on his own plate and took them out.
There are fish soup and fish for Zhao Qiqing, which are very healthy and healthy.
"By the way, Qingqing, would you like to go home with me when you have time?" An Zirui asked carefully.
Mrs. an has just recovered from a serious illness and has stayed at home for a long time. She wants to see Zhao Qiqing's heart grow day and night.
It happened that an Zirui was injured some time ago, so the matter was put on hold.
Suddenly, Q couldn't return to her biological parents. Zhao Qiqing hesitated for a moment.
Fu xishen also followed his side eyes and looked at her in good time. His eyebrows and eyes were full of care. He was waiting for Zhao Qiqing to decide in person.
Zhao Qiqing knows that even if her eyes are aimed at Fu xishen, he will no longer make decisions for herself.
"I..." she bit her chopsticks with her teeth and hesitated vaguely.
"Let's talk about it. I don't have any ideas now." Zhao Qiqing lowered her eyes and covered the sad color of her eyes.
Seeing this, an Zirui knew it clearly in his heart, so he didn't say more.
"It's all right. My wife wants to tell me that I'll let an Zirui be your driver."
Fu xishen adjusted the atmosphere in time, and his voice was soft and gentle.
"Yes, my brother doesn't rush you. It's not a hurry." An Zirui followed.
Maybe one day, but it's a matter of time.
If we avoid violent grief, we will naturally have violent joy.
Life is not like this. After ups and downs, it all returns to peace. It's really not easy for her to be alone and suffer so many disasters.
Thinking of these, an Zirui felt that he couldn't force his sister to do what he didn't want.
"Eat quickly, or it will be cold."
Zhao Qiqing is salivating. Looking at the delicious food in front of her, she can only see what kind of experience it is to not eat it?
She ate another mouthful of the beef in soy sauce. Suddenly, she felt vomiting, so as not to affect the other two people to eat.
She frowned and frowned and began to walk in a leisurely way, waiting for the bathroom on the first floor.
It's disgusting.
It's hard to get pregnant.
Suddenly, there was a vibration feeling of gently patting her back behind her. Fu xishen looked at her with a cup of gentleness and worry.
Zhao Qiqing blocked the toilet from him and pressed the switch to flush the dirt.
"Rinse your mouth first, and then drink some water." Fu xishen gave her guidance with patience and determination.
She drank the cup of warm water with Fu xishen's hand, and a warm current flashed in her stomach. She felt very satisfied.
"You go to dinner with my brother. I'll lie down on the sofa for a while."
Zhao Qiqing said, slowly pacing to the imperial concubine's chair on the sofa, lying down and covering the small blanket.
Fu xishen took a deep look and went in and said to an Zirui.
"Is vomiting serious?" An Zirui frowned.
"These days." Fu xishen said faintly.
"Then you say, can you do it then?" An Zirui asked again.
They had planned to take wedding photos at the end of this month while the weather was not completely cold, and then get married at the end of December.
Now Zhao Qiqing is so tired and fragile that people are worried that she will be troubled by it at that time.