Chapter 491 Your Wife Can't Be Lost
Wen Yang has been observing her reaction.
Xu Fangli's chopsticks paused imperceptibly in mid-air.
The steaming hot air wrapped in the unique fishy and sweet taste of seafood rushed straight into the nasal cavity, and the stomach cramps became more and more obvious.
She took a breath calmly, and even smiled at Wen Yang as she picked up the dumplings: "Remember the last time we came here, you said that the crab roe here was not authentic, so why did you order crab roe dumplings?"
“The crab dumplings are pretty good.”
Wen Yang looked at her.
Fang Li picked up the crab roe dumplings from the plate with chopsticks.
The moment the dumplings enter your mouth, the rich flavor of crab roe explodes on your tongue.
Fang Li's throat contracted instinctively, and an inexplicable sour feeling instantly surged between her teeth.
She frowned imperceptibly and forced herself to chew slowly, imagining that she was eating a piece of tasteless steamed bun. Her movements were mechanical and emotionless.
"How about it?"
Wen Yang held his chin and stared at her without blinking.
"It's okay, but it's still far inferior to the ones in Tan Palace."
Xu Fangli swallowed the food and calmly took another one. "The meat filling seems too loose. It doesn't have much texture when chewed."
Wen Yang's eyes scanned every inch of her expression like an X-ray.
Xu Fangli pretended not to know, ate the second one in big gulps, pretended to choke, and immediately lowered her head to drink some lemonade.
The cool liquid washed over his esophagus, temporarily suppressing the surging feeling of nausea.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and the moment she raised her eyes, she returned to normal.
"By the way, when is the opening ceremony of "Big Dream" scheduled?"
Fang Li naturally turned the turntable on the table to distract Wen Yang. "I should stay a few more days when I go back this time. Remember to let me know in advance when you have set a date."
"Don't worry, I won't tell you even if I don't tell anyone else."
Wen Yang was indeed led astray. She bit her chopsticks and laughed, "You are my biological mother who is still dreaming, the boss of Xingli, and the editor-in-chief of this drama. You are indispensable."
As she spoke, she suddenly narrowed her eyes in alertness, "Wait, don't change the subject."
Xu Fangli picked up a piece of steamed fish, the fish meat was snow-white and drizzled with light soy sauce.
This was one of the few foods on the table that didn't disgust her.
"Who changed the subject?"
She raised an eyebrow and said, "I just asked casually. This is just a normal chat."
Wen Yang opened his mouth, then glanced at her and said nothing before eating.
Xu Fangli took the opportunity to serve a bowl of boat porridge. The rice grains were cooked until they were blooming, mixed with shredded squid and crushed peanuts.
She sipped the porridge in small sips, and the hot porridge soothed her rebellious stomach.
Wen Yang's doubts seemed to be temporarily appeased, and he began to talk incessantly about the progress of the company's recent new films and the competition for screenings during the Spring Festival.
Fang Li listened with seemingly no expression, but the discomfort in her stomach did not subside.
She quietly pressed her lower abdomen under the table. It felt like a piece of melting ice was stuffed there, and the coldness spread through her blood vessels to her limbs.
She told herself that the light pink bloodstains she saw on her underwear in the morning were probably the precursor to her period.
Compared to usual, it's only been delayed for three or four days. Perhaps it's due to the recent pressure. After all, during this period of time, I have to deal with Sheng Qianrui, deal with Song Yuchen, and stabilize the Han family's relatives who are eyeing me covetously...
"Fang Li?"
Wen Yang waved his hand in front of her eyes, "What's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?"
Xu Fangli suddenly came back to her senses, and after hearing Wen Yang's words, she was surprised to find that beads of sweat had already seeped out of her forehead.
She took out a tissue and gently pressed it, smiling: "Don't you think this restaurant is too air-conditioned? There are so many people eating at this time. I only drank half a bowl of porridge and I started sweating."
To prove that she was fine, she even took the initiative to pick up a piece of black bean sauce chicken feet.
The moment the food touched her tongue, her stomach twitched violently, and she almost had to dig her fingernails into her palms to keep her expression unchanged.
Wen Yang looked at her several times, and after making sure she was alright, he raised his hand and fanned his neck, saying, "It seems a little hot."
The two of them ate peacefully for a while.
Fang Li endured the nausea and ate all the chicken feet, which made the sour water in her throat no longer suppressed.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
She stood up suddenly, and her movement was so hasty that she knocked over the water glass on the table.
The light yellow liquid spread across the tablecloth, and Wen Yang immediately stood up. "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you okay?"
Wen Yang reached out to help, but Fang Li quickly and gently pushed her away: "It's okay, I just got some greasy food on my chicken feet. I'll go wash my hands."
"......oh."
After asking the waiter, Fang Li left the restaurant and went straight to the bathroom next door.
As soon as the bathroom door was locked, Xu Fangli rushed to the sink.
The violent vomiting came quickly and violently. Crab roe dumplings, porridge, lemon water, all the food that he had managed to swallow turned into a sour and bitter torrent that rushed out of his throat.
Her trembling legs could barely support her body, and she had to grip the edge of the marble countertop, her knuckles turning white from the effort.
for a long time.
Fang Li stopped retching until there was nothing left in her stomach to vomit.
She looked up with tears in her eyes. The woman in the mirror was pale, her lipstick smudged by water stains, like a withered rose.
After calming down for a while, Fang Li turned on the faucet and just rinsed her mouth with water when her stomach churned again. The sound of the splashing water covered up another round of dry heaves.
After several minutes, she finally straightened up.
Cold water splashed on her face, and Xu Fangli stared at her wet reflection.
Wen Yang's previous suspicion suddenly surfaced in her mind, and Fang Li's right hand unconsciously touched her lower abdomen.
"No..."
She whispered to herself.
Although I hinted at this to myself, the seeds of doubt still grew in my heart.
After thinking about it for a while, Fang Li sighed and took out the lipstick from her bag and started to touch up her makeup.
At this moment, the phone next to me suddenly vibrated.
It was Han Xi who sent the message.
[I'm staring too closely. I might not be able to come back tonight. If I'm scared, I'll go back halfway up the mountain and go to bed early.]
After reading it, Xu Fangli replied: [OK.]
After sending the message, she hesitated for a moment and added: [I might be having my period, and my stomach is a little uncomfortable.]
A few seconds later, Han Xi called directly: "Are you feeling very uncomfortable? Is it painful?"
There seemed to be the sound of shuffling papers and low conversation in the background, so there must be someone around him.
Fang Li was too embarrassed to say anything else, so she just said, "It's okay, just normal."
She adjusted her collar in the mirror, making sure it wouldn't be seen.
"I'll just drink some hot water in a moment."
"Then you can go back to Banshan tonight. I'll ask Aunt Rong to prepare brown sugar ginger tea for you in advance."
"No, I have to go see Grandpa and Mom tomorrow morning, and it's convenient to go from Guanlan Court. I can also make ginger and jujube tea, so I'll make it when I get back."
Han Xi's voice deepened. "Then remember to drink. Also, don't touch cold water. Don't..."
"Don't eat raw or cold food, don't catch a cold, and don't stay up late."
Xu Fangli smiled and continued, "Boss Han, why are you becoming more and more like Aunt Rong, nagging?"
"Who told you to always disobey?"
Fang Li smiled.
"Okay, Wen Yang is still waiting for me, I won't chat with you anymore."
"Well, remember to tell me when you get home."
"Don't worry, Mr. Han, your wife won't get lost."
They both laughed quietly.
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