WIFE CAN'T ESCAPE MTL

Chapter 83

Song Luan had not had time to be happy when she was pregnant last time, and the child was aborted. It can be said that she had no experience of pregnancy.

The child in her belly will move, she still feels very happy, put her hand on it lightly, stroked it slowly, and said with joy, "She must be an active girl in the future."

Not only Song Luan wanted a girl, but Zhao Nanyu himself also Want girls.

It's best to follow her in appearance, smile sweetly at herself and call his father.

Zhao Nan Yu shallow smile spreading his eyes, his palm and some ice, across the clothes touched her belly, "ah how not kicked??"

Song Luan said:. "She probably just tired of playing"

the stomach The baby only took two or three times, Zhao Nanyu couldn't touch it. Maybe the baby didn't like this father.

This sentence seemed to hurt him a little, so Song Luan didn't say it.

Zhao Nanyu didn't take it to heart, "There will be troubles in the future."

He was right. The child seemed to be overly naughty and tossed hard in his mother's belly.

Song Luan vomited after eating, and couldn't eat anything. The only thing he could eat was the candied haws, and the candied haws made from sour hawthorn.

She was thinner visible to the naked eye, and she was a little bit dreadful when she touched her. Zhao Nanyu looked anxious, but did not say anything, silently hired another cook from the palace.

Song Luan finally ate the hot and sour arrowroot noodles made by the chef, and she vomited again before drinking a glass of water.

Song Luan wasn't very squeamish, but she really hated vomiting, and her bile was about to come out.

Zhao Nanyu poured a glass of water for her, and looked at her pityingly, "Rinse your mouth first."

Song Luan's face was still white, and he held his arm, "I'm so uncomfortable." When she said, she pinched him severely. The meat on the hands, "I blame you."

Zhao Nan Yu do not argue with her, that she may vent their little temper, "My fault, what else do you want to eat? I let you do."

Song Luan shook his head, "eat."

Spit, spit enough to eat but also how under.

Zhao Nanyu frowned and said, "You are too skinny."

Song Luan pointed to this in his stomach, "She can't help me if she doesn't want to eat."

Zhao Nanyu said, "Wait for her to come out and see how I can clean her."

If she is a daughter. Song Luan felt that Zhao Nanyu should be reluctant to clean up.

In the middle of the night, Song Luan kept his eyes open, poked the man beside him, looked at him eagerly and said, "I want to eat rice noodles, and I want to put a lot of chili sauce."

Zhao Nanyu slept shallowly and looked out. After seeing it, it was still dark, and this little cook was still outside the house. He got up from the bed, picked up a set of clothes and put it on his body at random, lit a lamp, and whispered softly, "I'm going to the kitchen."

He doesn't know how to cook, and he doesn't eat too much spicy. Seeing Song Luan have eaten rice noodles several times before, he thought it would be easy to make his own estimate.

Song Luan swallowed, "Then you hurry up."

Fortunately, there are ready-made rice noodles and the sauce prepared by the chef early. Zhao Nanyu starts the fire and boils the water. When the hot water is boiling, he puts the rice noodles into the pot.