Chapter 547

"Or let me see. You'd better wait until Qingqing's child is born."

An Zirui ate almost the same, put the tableware in front of him in the evening, and looked up at Fu xishen.

Fu xishen was almost over, and the folds between his eyebrows and eyes showed his hesitation.

The original plan seems to be completely disrupted.

"Well, it seems to be getting more and more difficult. Is there any way to solve the problem of pregnant women's vomiting?"

Fu xishen raised his eyes and looked at an Zirui quietly.

An Zirui was flustered by his inexplicable eyes. He didn't know what the deep meaning contained in his eyes was to express.

"Help me find a way to alleviate the problem of pregnant women's vomiting." Fu xishen made no secret of his interest intention, Qingleng said.

An Zirui, who was standing opposite, didn't expect that Fu xishen had learned the unreasonable tricks of women.

He sighed helplessly.

Sighing, a flash of light in my mind, a possibility.

He looked up at Fu xishen and didn't speak for a long time.

Fu xishen saw that his eyes looked 'affectionate' and locked himself tightly. His voice was cold. "How did you react?"

An Zirui nodded and wished he could rush up to give Fu xishen's brain melon seeds a sip.

"I see, brother, thank you."

A thousand words are not as good as a thank you.

An Zirui sat with Zhao Qiqing for a while before he got up and left.

Before leaving, he looked at Zhao Qiqing with his side eyes and said, "sister, call my brother what you want to eat and send it to you in the morning!"

When her brother's strength burst, Zhao Qiqing smiled and waved, "no problem, I'm not polite to you."

Fu xishen sent the man to the door, his voice clear and moist, with some gratitude.

"I'll leave these things to you."

Anziri breathed and felt Alexander.

"OK, I'll do it for you!"

After an Zirui left, Fu xishen also went home.

At 9 p.m., settle down.

After Mrs. an returned home, she lived in an Zirui's home. Her father was still entertaining and didn't come back.

The big villa was empty.

The light in the living room is still on. Mrs. an is drinking bird's nest in the living room. When she sees an Zirui coming back, she is stunned for a moment.

"Oh, you're so early today?"

An Zirui sat on one side of the sofa, lazily leaning on the sofa, his back soothing.

Seeing this, Mrs. an asked the servant to make a glass of milk for an Zirui.

"Tired? Aren't you just at work?" Mrs. an wondered and glanced at an Zirui. He had picked up the remote control and changed Mrs. an's desk.

"What are you doing? I'm still watching." Mrs. an was angry, but her eyebrows and eyes were full of love for her son.

An Zirui switched the channel to channel 5 to watch the All-Star basketball game. There were bursts of cheers on TV, which was very different from the quiet and restless before.

After a while, the milk was brought.

Mrs. an handed the milk to an Zirui. "Drinking milk helps sleep. Can you sleep recently?"

An Zirui obediently took over and drank it all.

Mrs. an put down the bird's nest cup in her hand and looked at an Zirui, "what are you busy with these days?"

For a few days, my son has always lost his head and tail, and I don't know what he is busy with.

Although he has a good relationship with his son, he always feels that his son is unwilling to share his life, which is a bit of gossip.

She also wants to feel the simple life of ordinary people. She can chat with her family and watch TV around each other.

The pace of life used to be too fast. Now she wants to slow down.

An Zirui thought of the hint Fu xishen gave himself just before he left.

He looked sideways at Mrs. an and hesitated for a while before opening his mouth, "Mom, I have a sister who has a good relationship. She has been particularly sick recently. Is there any way to alleviate this?"

Mrs. an heard the speech, thought carefully and replied, "there may be no special way to give pregnant women something suitable for her appetite."

"Did you react so much when you were pregnant with me?" An Zirui asked.

Mrs. an suddenly recalled the past and thought of the time when she was pregnant in October. She suddenly realized that it had been a long time.

"Of course, when I was pregnant, every reaction was very big..." halfway through, she suddenly couldn't go on.

Later, she had mental problems for some time and almost forgot that her biological daughter had been recovered.

Thinking of these, Mrs. an thought Zhao Qiqing.

"By the way, are you still in touch with her... Sister?"

When she mentioned Zhao Qiqing, she looked a little unnatural and didn't seem to know how to face it.

Referring to Zhao Qiqing, an Zirui received a convergent look and gave a response for a long time, "yes."

Mrs. an's originally nervous mood relaxed a lot and took a breath, "let this daughter suffer. She shouldn't want to see me."

I should not have thought that I had been absent from Zhao Qiqing for so many years and let her be bullied by her stepmother, but I was living a happy life.

An Zirui can also feel the sad mood in Mrs. an's heart at this moment. She pursed her lips and finally said nothing.

Thought of what an Zirui just said, "who is the sister you just said?"

An Zirui shook his mind and decided to say, "in fact, it's sunny."

The bang was like thunder on the ground.

Mrs Ann was speechless for a long time.

I wanted to scold an Zirui for not taking Zhao Qiqing home earlier. Then I thought, Zhao Qiqing is not sure whether she wants to or not. She can't force the child.

Her eyes were red, and gradually tears fell slowly down her eyelids.

"My daughter..."

I had expected that my mother's mood would be excited. No matter which side, it was hard to feel.

Mrs. an has been absent from the first half of Zhao Qiqing's life. Should she be absent from the happy moment when Zhao Qiqing gets married and has children?

An Zirui and Fu xishen clearly understand that to do everything possible to ease the relationship between the two people, it is more appropriate to create opportunities.

"Well, mom, don't cry and see if there's any way to make my sister vomit less."

"How long has she been pregnant?" Mrs. an asked with her side eyes.

An Zirui was confused and couldn't answer for a long time.

Mrs. an glared at him angrily. "You don't know anything. What do you say you can do?"

An Zirui has words of suffering, but he can't defend it.

After learning that Zhao Qiqing was pregnant, Mrs. an was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. She asked the servant to prepare food materials in the evening and make some small snacks that can satisfy her craving tomorrow.

"I liked to eat sour preserves at that time. I'll make some for your sister myself tomorrow. You can send it to me, you hear me?"

An Zirui leaned against the kitchen door and looked at Mrs. an's busy back with his spare hands, with a faint response on his mouth.

The next second, an iron basin buckled on his head.

Mrs. an's back turned and fell into his afterlight. "Concentrate when talking to you!"