Then he scooped a spoon and leaned it to his lips, "do you want to eat?"

Rongyan's Dark Phoenix eyes looked at her and looked at her for a long time. Finally, his thin lips opened and drank the porridge.

His eyebrows frowned slightly, and a look of pain flashed on his face. It was fleeting. After swallowing it, his thin lips lifted a faint smile, "delicious."

Luo Anning didn't speak. He was very sad. Looking at his weak smile, his heart was like being torn by an invisible hand.

A spoonful of porridge blew warm and fed it to his lips. Rong Yan stared at her and ate it. It seemed as if she was not eating porridge.

A bowl of porridge soon bottomed out. Luo Anning stopped his action and asked, "do you want any more?"

Gently shook his head, took the bowl in her hand and put it on the tea table. Rongshao stretched out his hand and held her in his arms. His chin touched the top of her hair and rubbed it gently. "Anning... When are you going to forgive me? The family is empty without you."

Luo Anning pushed him. Without pushing him away, she was simply held by him without giving him a definite answer. She leaned gently in his arms and smelled the familiar clear male breath. Her heart suddenly settled down.

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On the fifth day of Rongyan's hospitalization, Luo Anning didn't come to the hospital.

Rong Shao was not happy. He waited left and right in the hospital. Instead of waiting for her, he simply swaggered straight to Christine villa in his funny patient clothes.

When he was discharged from the hospital and got on the bus, he was accidentally photographed by reporters. He was dressed in hospital clothes and looked pale.

In the villa, in view of Rong Shao's obedient cooperation to eat these days, Luo Anning originally planned to cook soup and send him to the hospital. I didn't think Jiang Peihua came first before she left the villa.

Holding a stewed tonic soup and various nutrients beneficial to pregnant women.

However, Luo Anning sat back on the sofa, drank soup, and talked with Jiang Peihua for a while. Luo Anning looked at the time from time to time, thinking that Rong Yan didn't see her at the moment. It's time to be angry again.

"Anning girl, are you in a hurry to see the smelly boy in the hospital?" Jiang Peihua seemed to see through her ideas. She asked in no hurry and handed her a golden preserver with a fruit swab.

Luo Anning took the candied fruit and took a bite: "I've gone to the hospital at this point. At this time, I'm afraid he'll lose his temper again."

Jiang Peihua felt relieved at the bottom of his heart, but said with a smile: "don't pay attention to him. It's been so many days and your stomach is good. You're still pregnant. How can you run to the hospital to take care of him all day."

"But..." Luo Anning wanted to say something else.

"Nothing good, but." Jiang Peihua interrupted her, "you, just stay at home and have a baby. Xu Zhiyuan will take good care of the smelly boy."

It's because Xu Zhiyuan is taking care of him that I don't trust him.

If Xu Zhiyuan can take good care of him, can he still let his stomach bleed into the hospital?

Across the sofa, Christine and Catherine sat together, stripping grapes one by one, and looked bitterly at the two people who were deeply in love with their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

This is the third day that such a picture has appeared. Can you consider the mood of the onlookers?

Not so exciting!

"Well... OK." After thinking for a long time, Luo Anning promised to have a good abortion at home and not go to the hospital.

The housekeeper hurried in, looked at Christine and said, "Sir, Miss Luo, young Rong is here."