Su Xiangwan's heart a joy, gushing out a touch of light pleasure.
"Mubeiting, I want to eat strawberries." She spoke in a soft voice, with a touch of coquetry.
There was silence for a few seconds on the opposite side. After a moment, he said in a deep voice: "tell the kitchen this kind of thing directly. You don't need to call me."
After that, the phone was hung up.
Listening to the cold beep on the phone, Su Xiang's eyes turned red.
Gnashing his teeth, he said, "asshole! Son of a bitch! What kind of nerves
Su Xiangwan sat on the sofa with Kumamoto in her arms and sulked. More than an hour later, Rong Ma sent a tray of fruit.
There are green fruits, apples, pineapples and strawberries and blueberries in the fruit tray.
Each one accounted for one fifth of the total, and they were cut and placed in perfect order.
Su Xiangwan stares at the strawberry in the fruit tray, and her eyes turn red. She looks at Rong Ma and says, "I don't want to eat strawberries. Take them away!"
Rong Ma was stunned.
What is the matter with the young master and his wife?
One is to send strawberries, but they have to be put on plates with other fruits.
One saw the strawberry and said, "no strawberries.".
Oh, she's old, old It's getting harder and harder to understand these young people.
Rong Ma tangled for a while, but still had to comply with the order and remove the strawberries.
The room gradually became quiet. Su reached out and stroked her stomach gently. With red eyes, she said wrongly, "don't call him dad when you come out later. What's his name? Will you just call xiaotingzi
After talking to herself for a while, Rong Ma brought a large bowl of ginseng chicken soup.
Su Xiangwan looked at it and felt sick. She frowned and shook her head: "don't Rong Ma, I'm full of dinner, especially full! You see, I've eaten so much fruit that I can't drink any more. "
"Ma'am, this soup is tonic and good for women."
"I don't want to drink, Rong ma. I feel like vomiting when I see it." Su Xiangwan is really a little queasy.
"How much to drink, madam. There are many precious medicinal materials in it."
Rong Ma insisted this time.
Just asked the new cook, she knew that it was the young lady who had lost her child. The cook was specially invited by the young master to recuperate his wife.
It's no wonder that the two have been making a fuss recently, and I don't know how the good boy didn't exist.
After all, after all, after a miscarriage, a woman must have better health care.
"How much do you want to drink, madam. It took a few hours to simmer this soup."
Su Xiangwan didn't start and didn't dare to look again.
Just smell that smell, there is some pantothenic acid water in the stomach.
Rong's mother talked about it for a while, but she couldn't move, so she had to take the things away.
The chicken soup was taken away, and Su Xiangwan seemed to be alive. She ran to open the window and let the smell of chicken soup in the room go away.
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The door on the first floor of the villa was pushed open.
Rong's mother put on her coat and took a look: "Sir, you are back. Your wife has gone to bed."
"Yes." Mu Beiting answered, his face was a little tired.
"Then My wife didn't drink any chicken soup
His eyebrows wrinkled and his thin lips pursed.
"Let the new cook change the soup tomorrow. If the soup doesn't work, change the dish. I don't feed idle people."
"Yes." Rong Ma bowed slightly.
Mu Beiting went upstairs slowly. There was a light in the living room upstairs, but the lights in the bedroom were all out.
He stopped outside the bedroom door with his big hand on the handle.
There was a pause of a few seconds before it was unscrewed.
Push the door into the bedroom, the light of moonlight, she seems to sleep hot, a long jade legs pressed on the quilt, white dazzling.