"Um."
Su Wanyu smiled and nodded.
She thought so too.
Su Wanyu is pregnant and cannot drink alcohol.
Song Jihuai, who had always accompanied the little girl without drinking in the past, accompanied Old Man Jin for a couple of drinks today. He stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
Su Wanyu was a little confused, but still sat obediently on the sofa and waited.
Song Jihuai came back very quickly.
As he walked out, he was still wiping the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief in an elegant manner. When he sat down and talked to Su Wanyu again, Su Wanyu finally understood what he was doing.
gargle.
When he spoke again, there was no smell of alcohol on his breath.
Are you worried that she will feel uncomfortable if she smells it?
Su Wanyu felt sweet in her heart.
How could she have any doubts in her heart when she had a husband who cared so much about her?
Song Jihuai sat on the sofa with her and watched TV for a while before asking, "Do you want to take a nap?"
She has a habit of taking naps, especially after she became pregnant.
"A little sleepy."
Su Wanyu acted coquettishly and was about to stand up when she was suddenly picked up by the waist. "I'll carry you back to the room."
this……
Su Wanyu was a little embarrassed. After all, this was the Jin family, not the Song family. Being so intimate in someone else's home...
Wouldn't that be bad?
But Song Jihuai had already carried her upstairs, so Su Wanyu no longer bothered about it. Her pretty face flushed, and she nervously tugged at her husband's sleeve, "Husband, put me down, please."
"I've gained weight recently."
It must be difficult for the husband to hold her.
Because of her pregnancy, her belly is now starting to show. Although it is almost invisible, she has gained a little weight.
"No."
Song Jihuai answered immediately, then looked at Su Wanyu seriously and said, "You are not fat at all. On the contrary, I think you are too thin."
Any woman would love to hear this, especially when Song Jihuai says it so seriously.
"Really?"
Even Su Wanyu couldn't help but doubt herself. Was she really too thin? So thin that her husband started to have problems?
"real."
Song Jihuai nodded.
As he spoke, he had already carried Su Wanyu upstairs. The servant pushed open the door of the room, and he walked in with her in his arms. The servant closed the door behind him.
Every move was extremely appropriate.
Song Jihuai held the little girl and put her on the bed, then squatted down and patiently took off the girl's slippers.
He then took off the girl's coat, motioned her to lie down, and covered her with the quilt. Every move was gentle and proper, as if he had done it a thousand times, with great familiarity.
That’s true.
Ever since the two of them opened their hearts to each other, Song Jihuai has been changing little by little, becoming more considerate.
Of course, he would never have done such a thing before, but since when, Su Wanyu has become less able to take care of herself.
It was like returning to the days of the Marquis' Mansion.
But at that time, she was served by maids, but now it is her husband who takes good care of her.
"Sleep, huh?"
Song Jihuai said gently.
Su Wanyu pursed her lips and stretched out her hand to him, "I want my husband to hug me."
A smile flashed in Song Jihuai's eyes.
He got up quickly, went to bed, held the little girl in his arms, and patted her shoulders and back gently with one hand, apparently trying to coax her to sleep.
This movement is completely smooth and done in one go.
It can be seen that it is not a one or two days process.
Smelling the familiar scent of her husband, Su Wanyu slowly closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.
Song Jihuai didn't sleep.
After waiting for the little girl to fall asleep, he slowly got up and got out of bed.
After thinking about it, he left the room and walked downstairs.
When Su Wanyu woke up, it was already dark outside the window.
She whimpered, sat up from the bed, and almost subconsciously called out, "Husband."
No one answered and the room was very quiet.
Is your husband not here?
Su Wanyu turned on the light in the room, got up from the bed, and felt a slight headache. She frowned slightly, put on her slippers and coat, and walked towards the door.
There are warm lights in the corridor.
Su Wanyu slowly walked down the spiral staircase.
As soon as she went downstairs, she saw Song Jihuai slowly walking out of the kitchen. Seeing her smile, the corners of his lips curled up, "Are you awake?" He walked over very naturally, but paused halfway, raised his hand and smelled her sleeve, and made sure that there was no problem before continuing to walk towards Su Wanyu.
"Are you hungry? I just made something to eat."
Song Jihuai looked at Su Wanyu patiently and said, "See if you like it."
"good."
Su Wanyu nodded obediently and walked to the dining table and sat down.
Soon, the servant brought a meal. It was Su Wanyu's favorite noodles. It looked simple, but the noodles were of different thicknesses...
"Hand-rolled noodles?"
Su Wanyu asked softly, and she looked like a novice at hand-rolled noodles.
For example, husband.
"Um."
Song Jihuai nodded, his face calm, "Try it."
It tastes very good.
When Su Wanyu found out that it was made by her husband himself, her appetite was very excited. She ate half a bowl before she could not eat anymore.
Song Jihuai took the bowl and chopsticks very calmly and ate the remaining noodles elegantly.
Then he commented, “Not bad.”
Su Wanyu burst out laughing.
But Song Jihuai felt that she looked a little haggard at the moment, so he frowned slightly, "Wanwan, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Su Wanyu then said, "I have a slight headache."
Song Jihuai frowned immediately.
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