Chapter 593

After a while, Fu xishen came up with milk and preserves.

Zhao Qiqing saw that there was not much candied fruit left in the can. "Oh, there is not much left. I always feel that I don't have enough to eat."

Especially after knowing that this was made by Ann's father, she said a little more about the unknown warmth in her heart.

"I'll tell an Zirui later." Fu xishen put the milk in Zhao Qiqing's hand, watched her finish the milk and put the cup aside.

"Do you feel better after eating some preserves?" Fu xishen raised his eyes, frowning all the time, looking very dignified.

Zhao Qiqing gently rubbed her stomach and shook her head. "Husband, we didn't eat anything at night."

Fu xishen suddenly realized that his dereliction of duty was too bad.

"I'm sorry, wife. I've wronged you." He raised his hand and looked at the time. "I'll cook you a bowl of wonton stew now."

Looking at Fu xishen with a nervous face, Zhao Qiqing smiled gently, "it's all right. I'm nothing. My baby protested with me tonight."

All Fu xishen thought at this time was to make Zhao Qiqing full.

As soon as he took out the quick-frozen wonton stew from the refrigerator, an Zirui called in.

"Where's my buddy?"

"Qingqing threw up in front. I forgot we didn't eat anything at night." He said on the phone.

At the other end of the phone, an Zirui paused slightly, "wait, I'll send it to you now."

After hanging up the phone, Fu xishen glanced at the frozen wonton stew in front of him and stuffed it back into the refrigerator.

After waiting for less than half an hour, Fu xishen's phone rang.

It's an Zirui. He connects: "are you here?"

An Zirui told him that he was already waiting at the door. He didn't come in when it was getting late and asked Fu xishen to go out and get it by himself.

Smelling the speech, Fu xishen went out with his mobile phone.

An Zirui stood in front of the car, and behind him, an's father and Mrs. an were sitting in the back of the car.

Seeing Fu xishen coming, Mrs. an looked at him and asked, "how's Qingqing now? Is it better?"

Fu xishen shook his head. "I'm still a little uncomfortable. I put a fever relief sticker on her. She has a fever."

An Zirui didn't hear the news just now. He only heard that Qingqing threw up and they didn't eat at night.

"What a pregnant woman is most afraid of is getting sick. It seems that she can only carry it by herself. Xishen, take care of Qingqing. Fortunately, it's hard for you."

An Fu nodded gently, with a heavy and thick uneasiness in his voice.

Fu xishen shook his head and looked into the car. "She's my wife. These should be. By the way, there aren't many sunny preserves."

"It's all right after eating. You can rest assured if you leave this to us." Mrs Ann shook her hand and smiled in her voice.

Fu xishen nodded, looked at an Zirui with empty hands and asked, "where's the food?"

An Zirui shrugged, opened the co pilot's door, took down the exquisite food packaging bag and handed it to Fu xishen.

"I won't greet you more. I'll get her to have a breakfast and rest." Fu Xi frowned deeply.

It seems that the wedding photos originally planned to be taken tomorrow have to be changed.

An Zirui nodded, "if you don't feel well tomorrow, don't come and have a good rest at home."

Originally, an Zirui was on the scene tomorrow. Now the situation is unknown. Fu xishen doesn't want Zhao Qiqing to be frozen again.

Pregnant women have a little trouble catching a cold. Fu xishen has to be more careful.

After returning, he brought the freshly baked porridge and side dishes upstairs, sending out bursts of rice fragrance from the plate.

Zhao Qiqing sniffed deeply, "smell the lotus porridge well. How did you do it?"

She felt a little incredible. When will Fu xishen cook porridge?

"An Zirui called me and sent it."

Zhao Qiqing nodded clearly, "look at the situation tonight. No, I'll rest at home tomorrow and won't go out."

Fu xishen also meant that.

"Wedding photos can be taken at any time. My wife can't be frozen."

Zhao Qiqing suddenly lost her smile. Her eyebrows and eyes are curved like crescent moon. She is cute and cute.

She gradually looked like a mother, with a faint fragrance of milk all over her body.

After cleaning up the dishes, Fu xishen went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he had a foot basin in his hand, and the surface was still steaming.

Zhao Qiqing looked at Fu xishen's strong figure and couldn't help looking crazy. "How can my husband look so good!"

Fu xishen slightly hooked his lips and was used to Zhao Qiqing's ridicule.

He put the foot basin beside Zhao Qiqing's bed. "Come on, soak your feet."

It is said that pregnant women soak their feet to promote blood circulation. Zhao Qiqing has a fever tonight, so she doesn't have to take a bath. Just soak her feet and wash her face.

Zhao Qiqing turned around and put her two legs into the warm water. The feeling of comfort came into her limbs and bones. She enjoyed it very much!

Fu xishen bared his upper body and gently massaged Zhao Qiqing's feet.

"Husband, do you think you will dislike my swollen and ugly feet?" Zhao Qiqing shriveled her mouth and looked very unhappy and worried.

Fu xishen kept moving and carefully massaged her with the soles of her feet. "What's the matter? As a husband, the most important thing I should do is to thank you for having a baby for me in October."

Hearing the speech, Zhao Qiqing was shy and hung her head to stop looking at him.

The man is such a good flirt that she is going to drown in it.

Looking at his wife's shy appearance, Fu xishen gently raised his lips, with a gentle voice.

"Is my strength OK?" Fu xishen's strength is a little light for long-term fitness people.

Although Zhao Qiqing looks petite and thin, she usually goes to the gym before she is pregnant.

"Can it be a little heavier?" Zhao Qiqing looked at him with a flattering smile and a gentle voice.

Fu xishen heard the voice and obediently increased his strength in his hand.

Zhao Qiqing lay on her back on the bed, comfortable and about to fall asleep.

She yawned gently and was caught by Fu xishen.

After Fu xishen wiped her feet and put them on the bed, he picked up the basin and poured the water into the bathroom.

After washing his hands, he came out and looked at Zhao Qiqing, who had fallen asleep, and raised his lips.

"Good night, wife."

The next morning, Huaining returned to its original state and went directly to Jingtian instead of having breakfast.

When I arrived at the company, there was no one in the office.

In winter, no one is willing to give up the warm quilt. Only one of Huaining came to work in advance.

She diligently cleaned the floor, which didn't belong to her. When colleagues came in, they were stunned to see the room neat and clean.

After they were convinced that this was a real thing, Huai Ningzhi was ready to be scolded by Qin Fang.

"Huainingzhi, did the company call you to be a cleaner?"