The sliding pulse is the happy pulse!
Qin Wuyan was so happy in his heart that he couldn't express his feelings at this moment with words and actions.
Xiaoyu is pregnant!
His little Yu was pregnant with his flesh and blood.
Qin Wuyan lowered his eyes and looked at the sleepy person. He originally wanted to wake her up and tell her the good news, but when he thought about how she would rather drink Bizi soup than have her own children, she couldn't bear it anymore. He hesitated.
Maybe she didn't want the baby at all.
It's only been one month of pregnancy now, and the fetus is unstable. What if something goes wrong and she loses it?
It's better to hide it from her for now and tell her when the fetal image is stable. Even if she doesn't want this child, she has to.
He knew Zhuang Xiaoyu's nature too well. Once the child was born, she would definitely hurt like an eyeball, and it was impossible for her to leave it alone.
Thinking of this, Qin Wuyan lightly hugged the man on his lap and sat down, lowering his voice a bit, ordering the guards driving the car: "Go slowly, don't jolt, so as not to disturb Madam."
The speed of the wheels slowed down, and when they returned to the priest's mansion, it was already dawn, and the sky was showing a white belly.
The carriage stopped in front of the priest's mansion, but Zhuang Xiaoyu still didn't wake up, sleeping unconsciously.
Qin Wuyan carried him off the carriage and sent him back to the master bedroom in the courtyard, and put him on the bed. Zhuang Xiaoyu just turned over and lay on the soft quilt, sleeping even more sweetly.
Qin Wuyan stood in the bedroom, looked around, and ordered people to carry out the tables and chairs that might hit his stomach, and moved some things from the warehouse to put them in the bedroom.
The nanny didn't know why, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions, she just thought that my son had changed from a vicarious priest to a real high priest, his status was different from before, and he had put some expensive furnishings in the bedroom.
Qin Wuyan tidied up the wing room next to the master bedroom and moved it in by himself.
Seeing that Zhuang Xiaoyu slept until noon and didn't even get up for breakfast, the nurse felt uneasy, wandered around the door for a long time, and summoned up the courage to knock on the door.
The door was opened from the inside, and Qin Wuyan stood at the door.
There was a faint smile on the man's face, like a spring breeze, and he could tell at a glance that he was in a good mood.
The nurse stood at the door and looked inside: "Miss was frightened last night, hasn't she woke up yet?"
Qin Wuyan took a look inside, and said in a warm voice: "Mother, make some warming and tonic soup, the taste should be lighter, not oily or greasy, Madam will wake up later."
The nurse nodded, and went to the small kitchen at the back according to the names of the dishes that Qin Wuyan specially reported.
Qin Wuyan returned to the back room, stroked Zhuang Xiaoyu's little face, and called softly: "Xiaoyu, wake up, it's almost noon, so you won't be hungry..."
Zhuang Xiaoyu was woken up and saw Qin Wuyan who was sitting on the edge of the bed frowning, Qin Wuyan knew her thoughts, put the clothes on the bedside, stood up: "I'm going out first, I'll call someone in to serve you .”
After Qin Wuyan left, a little girl came in with warm water. Her figure and appearance were somewhat similar to Yu Sui's, but her eyes were particularly flexible, and she even showed a shrewdness that was rarely seen.
Seeing Zhuang Xiaoyu sitting in front of the dressing table and about to do her makeup, she immediately came over to say hello: "What kind of bun would Madam want to wear? I can do any kind of bun."
As he said that, he wanted to take the mahogany comb from her hand.
Zhuang Xiaoyu avoided the woman's hand: "Go out, I don't need anyone to wait on me here."
The woman was in a dilemma: "But the high priest said..."