The day after Jiang Yanyuan returned home.
He actually didn't do anything at home today, he was just angry and didn't want to go to the hospital.
When I was feeling upset and smoking, I thought of her crying, her angry face, and her embarrassed look.
This was the first time he saw so many expressions on her face.
It was as if another layer of expression had peeled off her face, and he was just a little closer to her.
Meng Zhaohua called and asked him to accompany her, but he said he was busy.
Jiang Yanyuan hasn't been to the hospital for two days and has been busy with work at the company.
On the fourth day of Qiao Shiyu's hospitalization, in Jiang Yanyuan's hospital, Qiao Shiyu was leaning on the bed reading a book.
She also knew that after the incident that night, the relationship between her and Jiang Yanyuan became particularly delicate.
Qiao Shiyu wanted to stay away from this subtlety, so as to avoid Jiang Jingcheng misunderstanding her again.
She even had the thought of going to Jiang Cheng.
Presumably, after her antics this time, Meng Zhaohua would have to think twice even if he had any conspiracy.
Since Meng Zhaohua is now focused on getting Jiang Yanyuan to marry her, Zhangzhu will not be in danger for the time being.
As for whether Jiang Yanyuan marries Meng Zhaohua, that is Jiang Yanyuan's problem, not hers.
If she intervenes too much, it will only make things worse.
Although Qiao Shiyu was holding a book in her hand at this time, once she had the idea of going to Jiangcheng, she couldn't stop.
Qiao Shiyu only noticed Jiang Yanyuan standing in front of her bed.
Qiao Shiyu was startled when someone suddenly stood in front of the bed.
"You're here?" she asked.
"Yeah." Jiang Yanyuan looked up at the IV bottle.
"I thought you wouldn't come." Qiao Shiyu said again.
"Why?"
"I thought you—" Qiao Shiyu lowered her head, "I thought you were angry."
Jiang Yanyuan suddenly burst into laughter, a cheerful laugh, "Are you also paying attention to my expression? When did you start paying attention to others?"
Qiao Shiyu turned away again, angry.
Aunt Ronnie came in and served Qiao Shiyu some vegetables and rice.
Qiao Shiyu lost her appetite when she saw it.
The fetus was saved, but in the past few days, the doctor asked Qiao Shiyu to control her blood sugar. If her blood sugar was high, the fetus would be in danger.
Before, Auntie Ronnie always cooked for her, with a combination of meat and vegetables. Qiao Shiyu ate well, so it was normal for her blood sugar to be a little high.
However, this value does not meet the standard in the hospital.
Qiao Shiyu has to go to the hospital to check her blood sugar every day and prick her finger every morning.
After eating green vegetables for two days, Qiao Shiyu felt that her eyes were green. There was no oil or water. She had to eat the meal of two people by herself, but eating green vegetables did not satisfy her hunger. This was obviously a diet meal.
"Aunt Luo, can you get me a serving of sweet and sour pork ribs?" Qiao Shiyu asked pitifully.
I can’t stand eating only boiled vegetables.
"But Miss Qiao, the doctor said that your blood sugar is a little high. You still need to measure your blood sugar every day." Ronnie said.
Qiao Shiyu was in a particularly difficult situation, but just looking at the vegetables, she really couldn't eat them.
Although Qiao Shiyu could endure it before, she couldn't bear it now. She was hungry.
Jiang Yanyuan had been watching from the side, and he seemed to have a general idea of what was going on.
Qiao Shiyu had been lying in bed, feeling extremely hungry. Jiang Yanyuan was sitting beside the bed, reading a newspaper, motionless.
In the afternoon, Qiao Shiyu said to Luo Ni, "Aunt Luo, I'm so hungry. Can you go out and buy me something to eat?"
Qiao Shiyu didn't even have the strength to speak. It was so difficult to control her blood sugar.
My blood sugar level today is still a little bit above the standard.
"No!" Jiang Yanyuan said coldly while sitting in his chair.
"It's none of your business." Qiao Shiyu's eyes were full of stars, and she could clearly feel a layer of sweat on her forehead. She didn't even have the strength to say a word.
"The child is mine, why can't I control him?" Jiang Yanyuan said coldly, "The things outside are not clean and there is a lot of fumes."
Qiao Shi's tone became anxious, and she suddenly sat down on the bed, "The child is yours, but I'm starving!"
"Wait till night!"
"The doctor told me to eat less at night."
"Then wait until tomorrow." Jiang Yanyuan remained there, keeping calm.
The way Qiao Shiyu got angry at least showed him her true nature.
Although Qiao Shiyu knew that she needed to lower her blood sugar, it was really uncomfortable to do so.
In the evening, Jiang Yanyuan went home and visited Jiang Jingcheng's house.
Jiang Yanyuan was having dinner at Jiang Jingcheng's house. Tonight, only he and Yanmin were there, the four men of the Jiang family.
The dishes Jiang Jingcheng made today were still a combination of meat and vegetables, and they were quite good.
"I haven't eaten my dad's cooking for a long time." Jiang Yanyuan said.
Recently, the relationship between Jiang Yanyuan and Jiang Jingcheng has become tense, and Jiang Jingcheng doesn't know why Jiang Yanyuan suddenly made such remarks.
"Is it delicious?" Jiang Jingcheng also asked.
"Of course. I eat lunch downstairs at the office every day, no worries."
Jiang Jingcheng said, "Will you come for lunch tomorrow?"
"I have a very important meeting tomorrow and can't come."
"Shall I make it for you in the morning?"
"Thank you, Dad."
"What do you want to eat?" Jiang Jingcheng asked again.
"No greasy food, but with meat." Jiang Yanyuan said.
Jiang Yanyuan's cooking skills are indeed still not up to par compared to Jiang Jingcheng, who has practiced cooking for more than ten years.
"I did it this morning and asked you to take it home." Jiang Jingcheng remained calm.
Jiang Yanyuan has worked in the company for so many years, but has never asked Jiang Jingcheng to cook for him at noon. Now that he is lowering himself to ask him for help, it must be out of kindness.
Jiang Jingcheng knew what dishes were best for pregnant women without even reading a book. He made a steamed egg with clams, a fried shrimp with celery, a tomato and longli fish, and a soup - pork trotter soup with red dates and peanuts.
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