"Okay, okay, stop crying. The doctor said I'm lucky and I can live to be seventy."
Lin Miaomiao was about to wipe away Liang Zhirou's tears when she realized that the other woman had already held back her tears.
"Put yourself in my shoes. If you were in my situation, would you still be with Chen Lu?" she asked with a mischievous grin.
Liang Zhirou remained silent for a long time before saying earnestly, "I will be with him, and live each day as if it were two..."
She said that mainly because she knew Chen Lu's personality. No matter how much she resisted, Chen Lu wouldn't "let her go."
Even if they don't know whether tomorrow or an accident will come first, she and Chen Lu can still be like the fireworks they saw that night.
Even if it's just a fleeting moment of brilliance, it's enough to be remembered for a lifetime.
Lin Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt a little dazed.
This silly guy has changed a lot in the past few years.
I was the one who tried to comfort her back then, but now the tables have turned.
......
They say pregnancy makes you stupid for three years.
But Chen Lu always felt that this silly, simple-minded person had become incredibly clever after getting pregnant.
In August, during the summer vacation, there were only about a hundred days left until Liang Zhirou's due date.
Outside, the sun was blazing, hanging high in the sky at noon, baking up wave after wave of heat on the ground.
The curtains were drawn, and the living room was quiet and dim, with only the soft whirring of the standing air conditioner.
Chen Lu finished clearing away the dishes and was about to head to the kitchen when he saw Liang Zhirou sitting on the sofa saying to him, "You soak the dishes in water first, I'll wash them later~"
"Why would a pregnant woman wash dishes?" Chen Lu ignored her.
"You're washing the dishes too slowly. I can wash them in two or three minutes."
"It's just washing dishes, are you worried about exhausting your husband?"
"Hmph, no way."
Liang Zhirou turned her head and snorted defiantly.
Chen Lu raised the corners of his mouth and carried the remaining two plates to the kitchen.
This silly boy is still as considerate as ever, but his little mouth is getting more and more stubborn.
Every day, they go to great lengths to compete for cooking and washing dishes, making it seem like Master Chen would be exhausted from cooking.
After spending a lot of effort washing the dishes, Liang Zhirou was sitting on the sofa watching a movie.
Saying she's sitting isn't quite accurate; she can't sit up straight even if she wanted to, she's practically lying on her back.
As the days went by, his belly became noticeably swollen, making it inconvenient for him to walk or sleep.
She wouldn't let him help her before, but now if I don't help her, this silly girl can sit in one place for ages because she can't get up by herself.
The projector was showing the classic zombie movie "I Am Legend". The movie had just started, and the protagonist was so bored in the apocalypse that he was talking to some mannequins.
Actually, this scene is even more terrifying than zombies; I'm always worried that the mannequin will suddenly move on its own.
Chen Lu was wondering where this silly girl got her courage when he saw her trembling, holding the pillow high in front of her, ready to block her view at any moment.
...It's true that people who are bad at cooking have developed a strong addiction to it.
I don't know if this is a common hobby among girls, but even though they are incredibly timid, they still like to watch really scary things, and after watching them, they come to you crying and wanting you to comfort them.
He scoffed inwardly, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of Coke, and chugged it down several times.
Cool.
A bottle of iced cola costs three yuan, and the first sip alone is worth two yuan and fifty cents.
"Chen Lu, I want to eat ice cream, I want to eat little puddings..."
Liang Zhirou's aggrieved voice came from the living room.
"You can only eat one at most. If you eat one today, you can't eat any more for the next two days," Chen Lu said, turning his head to her.
"Okay, okay, hurry up and get it for me."
Liang Zhirou puffed out her cheeks at him.
She's pregnant, and she can't even eat whatever she wants...
Suddenly I feel so pathetic.
Chen Lu opened the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, then suddenly remembered something and deliberately recounted the number of ice creams.
Having a glutton at home is a real problem. Liang Zhirou developed a lot of cravings after entering her second trimester, and Chen Lu was afraid that he would catch this silly girl sneaking out to eat hot pot or barbecue one day.
Although he would occasionally take Liang Zhirou out for a nice meal without Wang Xiaoxia's knowledge, the doctor said that these things shouldn't be eaten too often.
One, two... thirteen, fourteen.
There really is one missing.
He secretly counted them before going to bed last night; there were fifteen.
"Zhirou, why is there one less pudding in the refrigerator?" He raised the corner of his mouth at Liang Zhirou.
Liang Zhirou was startled, her eyes involuntarily glancing to the side, avoiding eye contact with him. "Huh? You, you miscounted, didn't you?"
Chen Lu patiently counted them again. "That's right, fourteen sticks, one less than when I counted them last night."
Liang Zhirou was dumbfounded.
How can this person be so boring?
She clearly... she clearly disposed of the ice cream's body carefully, but who would have thought that Chen Lu would specifically keep track of the number of pieces?
Seeing that Chen Lu was still looking at her, Liang Zhirou quickly put on a stern face and said, "Then you must have miscounted last night."
"You really didn't steal any ice cream?"
"I'm such a good girl, how could I...?"
The girl lowered her head and fidgeted with her fingers, looking wronged and aggrieved.
Chen Lu chuckled inwardly.
Look, this silly goose has become a genius.
"That's strange. I counted them several times last night, so how come there are fewer?"
Chen Lu scratched his head and played along with her act, pacing back and forth by the refrigerator for a couple of steps, one hand on his chin, before suddenly saying in a serious tone:
"That means a thief broke into our house last night. The thief went to great lengths to pry open our door, rushed in, opened the refrigerator, grabbed a small pudding, and ran away."
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