Zhou Zi told Qu Ran about her situation and said that she would not be going to the TV station recently.

Qu Ran said, "What's wrong? I'll go see you."

"In the early stages of pregnancy, you need to rest well. I will be staying in bed for the time being."

"Then I'll come see you some other day."

Zhou Zi agreed.

Jiang Jingcheng came to the TV station a week after Zhou Zi took leave.

Zhou Zi was not sitting at her seat, and her things were neatly packed.

Jiang Jingcheng's face darkened and he went to the director's office.

Zuo Dan saw Jiang Jingcheng coming and said with a flattering face, "Boss Jiang is here?"

Jiang Jingcheng ignored him.

When in the director's office, Jiang Jingcheng's eyes would inadvertently or unintentionally fall on Zhou Zi's desk through the glass door of the director's office.

"It's autumn now, and many people have taken leave, some are sick, some are bedridden." The station director said as he poured water for Jiang Jingcheng, "Mr. Jiang, have some tea."

"Really?" Jiang Jingcheng said.

Qu Ran went to Zhou Zi's house, and Zhou Zi said, "You didn't tell your cousin about my affair, did you?"

"No. How could I be so gossipy? Why would I tell my cousin about women's affairs?" Qu Ran was peeling a banana by himself.

She bought this for Zhou Zi, but Zhou Zi doesn't dare to eat anything now. The doctor said that bananas have high blood sugar levels and are afraid that they may cause blood sugar problems in pregnant women, so he doesn't allow her to eat them.

Zhou Zi nodded. "I was afraid your cousin would tell Jiang Jingcheng about this again, and he would blame me. I fell down by myself before, and it was my fault."

"No. Mr. Jiang hasn't seen you for several years. He's still heartbroken. How could he blame you?" Qu Ran said.

Hurt? Does he hurt himself?

How come Zhou Zi didn’t see it?

After Qu Ran finished speaking, Zhou Zi went to sleep.

Stay in bed all day, eating and sleeping.

Qiao Ke's cooking skills seem to have improved by leaps and bounds in recent days. He will make century egg and lean meat porridge for Zhou Zi, as well as various light side dishes.

But Qiao Ke's meat was not very good.

Zhou Zi really wanted to eat some light vegetarian side dishes, but the look of takeout made her want to vomit. Qiao Ke suggested finding an aunt to cook for her, but Zhou Zi said forget it.

I guess her appetite is really "picky" and most people can't satisfy her. Maybe it's just that there are too many things to do during pregnancy.

After a nap, Zhou Zi woke up.

She saw Jiang Jingcheng sitting in front of her bed.

I don't know when he came or how long he sat here.

Zhou Zi felt guilty and leaned closer to the bed. "You—you're here?"

"Yes." Jiang Jingcheng said while sitting on the bed.

"I—I'm sorry, I didn't protect the child well." Zhou Ziting felt guilty.

"fine."

Jiang Jingcheng tilted his head and saw the kiss mark on Zhou Zi's neck. It had been a week and it hadn't faded yet, which showed how fierce the kiss was.

Jiang Jingcheng put his right arm into Zhou Zi's clothes and placed it on her lower abdomen.

Zhou Zi looked at him and didn't refute.

His left hand passed through the back of Zhou Zi's head and placed under her head.

He bent down and wanted to kiss Zhou Zi.

Zhou Ziji tilted her head involuntarily.

Jiang Jingcheng's head was five centimeters away from Zhou Zi's head.

"Is it not allowed to kiss anymore?" Jiang Jingcheng asked.

The shadow from that night was still there, and Zhou Zi turned her head away.

"I'm sick." Zhou Zi said.

"You allow others to kiss you, but not me?" Jiang Jingcheng said again.

Zhou Zi gritted her teeth. Why did Jiang Jingcheng's words sound so sad?

The two of them were probably talking together and didn't hear the knock on the door.

After a while, there was a knock on Zhou Zi's door.

Jiang Jingcheng kept the same posture as before and said, "Come in."

Zhou Zi glared at him. Why did he have the final say?

She was in the room and he said "come in"?

Zeng Jin pushed the door open and saw this ambiguous scene.

Jiang Jingcheng placed one hand on Zhou Zi's lower abdomen and the other hand behind her head, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Jiang Jingcheng didn't even tilt his head, he knew who was coming from the corner of his eye.

He said to Zhou Zi, "Husband, give me a kiss."

Then he pressed on Zhou Zi's lips.

Zhou Zi didn't refute.

Zhou Zi thought, since Zeng Jin would not let her go no matter what, it would be nice to let him see it.

Zhou Zi put her arms around Jiang Jingcheng's neck and kissed him.

The sun was shining down, and Zhou Zi hadn't felt so close to anyone in many years. The sun made her feel warm and lazy, and the sun was dancing in front of her eyes.

Zeng Jin looked at it and closed the door.

Qiao Ke had just come out of the kitchen and saw Zeng Jin about to eat. She said, "Why are you going to eat? Eat first."

"I don't want to eat anymore." After saying that, Zeng Jin walked out.

Zeng Jin did not close Zhou Zi's door tightly. He was very angry and his face turned ashen.

Qiao Ke took a look inside and saw the scene inside.

Two people - very ambiguous.

Qiao Ke frowned tightly.

Zhou Zi heard Zeng Jinqi and pushed Jiang Jingcheng away.

Jiang Jingcheng also slowly got up from Zhou Zi'er.

"How heartless! After using the tool, they just kick it aside." Jiang Jingcheng gritted his teeth and said angrily.

But Zhou Zi could see that this wasn't what he was saying.

Instead, he wanted to swallow Zhou Zi into his stomach.

"You know best!" Zhou Zi turned her head to the side.

Qiao Ke brought the prepared meal to Zhou Zi, including stir-fried shrimps with broccoli and a soup.

After coming in, he ignored Jiang Jingcheng and left after bringing the food to the table.

Zhou Zi sat up and Jiang Jingcheng wanted to feed her.

Zhou Zi said, "I can't eat it."

"Should I hire a nanny for you?" Jiang Jingcheng asked.

Zhou Zi glanced at him and said, "My mother is quite good."

Jiang Jingcheng smiled mysteriously.

Jiang Jingcheng walked out of Zhou Zi's bedroom. Before leaving, she saw Qiao Ke's gaze. She was sitting on the sofa.

That look was like ice chips on a freezing cold day, capable of piercing Jiang Jingcheng's heart into a sieve.

Jiang Jingcheng ignored him.

So, the next day, when Zhao Hongru was about to get off work, he received a call from the president, asking him to go to his villa after get off work.

When Zhao Hongru arrived at Jiang Jingcheng's house, he saw Jiang Jingcheng sitting on the sofa with a large lunch box on the coffee table.

"Send these to Miss Zhou!" Jiang Jingcheng said.

"Okay, President. Why let me?"

"You have a sense of topic."

Zhao Hongru didn't ask what this "sense of topic" meant. Anyway, the president asked him to do it, so he did it.

He carefully placed the lunch box in the trunk of his car, drove slowly all the way, and arrived at Zhou Zi's house.

Qiao Ke was worrying about what to eat for dinner, and was surprised to see that Zhao Hongru had sent so much food.

"Who sent it?" Qiao Ke asked.

"President."

Qiao Ke sneered, but the food was not for her, and Zhou Zi really needed it, so Qiao Ke did not chase her away.

Zhao Hongru brought the food to Zhou Zi's room. Zhou Zi took a look at it - red ginseng chicken soup, braised lamb chops, steamed eggs with clams, and a dish of braised crucian carp with green onions. They all looked very light. Seeing these, Zhou Zi's appetite suddenly opened up.

Zhou Zi got up from the bed and went to the living room to eat. There were so many dishes that she couldn’t finish them all by herself, so she wanted to eat with her mother.

Qiao Ke frowned tightly and said, "I won't eat it!"

Zhou Zi ate alone.

When Zhou Zi was eating, Zhao Hongru kept staring at her. Seeing Zhou Zi eating so happily, Zhao Hongru felt a little relieved.

It's better than him taking it and Zhou Zi not eating it.

"Who cooks this meal? Is she the aunt from Jiang Jingcheng's family?" Zhou Zi asked.

"I don't know. It was already prepared when I went there." Zhou Zi nodded. This dish tasted similar to the glutinous rice balls she had last time. It was very light, and the soup was particularly flavorful. It was probably made by the same person. No wonder Wanwan didn't want to come back home at her father's house all day. It turned out that there was delicious food every day.

Zhao Hongru stared at Zhou Zi for a moment, then asked coldly, "What are Miss Zhou's hobbies?"

"Hobbies?" Zhou Zi thought as she ate. "Before I got pregnant, I liked swimming, playing ball, and reading on weekends."

Zhao Hongru nodded, "Oh, so that's how it is!"

Zhou Zi thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. What was Zhao Hongru's purpose in asking these questions?