There was a bit of tentative hint in Mo Wenchu's words.

Gu Jue could naturally hear it, he noticed the empty water cup in Mo Wenchu's hand, got up and poured a glass of lemon juice for her, and then replied unhurriedly, "I'm done, I'll concentrate on accompanying you at home next." ”

"Huh?" Mo Wenchu was surprised and almost couldn't hold the chopsticks in his hand, "What did you say?"

"I said I'm at home with you. ”

Mo Wenchu: ??

"Isn't that bad?"

Mo Wenchu finally came back to her senses, nodded and said, "Okay, that's really good." ”

Pregnant women are also prone to mood ups and downs during pregnancy due to changes in hormone levels.

In the past, Mo Wenchu felt a little lost in the face of Gu Jue's ignorance, but now that she heard that the other party wanted to accompany her at home with peace of mind, Mo Wenchu was not too happy in her heart.

Mo Wenchu didn't know if this change in her mood was due to hormone problems, but she quickly shifted her attention to the steaming hot pot.

Because of the child in the womb, Mo Wenchu and Gu Jue were able to sit down and chat calmly again, and in the process, Mo Wenchu learned that Gu Jue had not called her during this time, but she knew everything about the situation at home.

After thinking about it, all the servants in this family were arranged by Gu Jue, and the affairs of the family were big or small, as long as Gu Jue had the heart to understand, someone would naturally tell them.

Mo Wenchu had a rare appetite tonight, and most of the shabu-shabu on the table soon decreased, but Gu Jue was still not interested in the spicy food of hot pot, and he didn't seem to sit at the table to taste the food, but to "serve" Mo Wenchu.

Mo Wenchu only needs to glance at the food in front of him, and the ingredients will be put into the pot by Gu Jue in the next second, and when the best cooking time is reached, Gu Jue will intimately put Mo Wenchu into the dishes.

For many days, the resentment against Gu Jue was completely dissipated because of this hot pot, Mo Wenchu ate and drank to her heart's content, leaned back on the chair and burped regardless of her image, and then smiled at Gu Jue with a little weakness.

Gu Jue raised his bony hand and pulled away the broken hair from her ears, "Are you sleepy?"

The voice has no cold in the past, and there is tenderness in the coldness, but the gentle feeling is appropriate, and it does not make people feel greasy.

Mo Wenchu's chest beat irregularly, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but be drawn by this emotion, and she replied in a low voice, "Hmm." ”

was led upstairs by Gu Jue, Mo Wenchu's head was dizzy, and she was sent to the bathroom in a daze.

In the heat, an ambiguous atmosphere is spreading.

By the time all this was over and Mo Wenchu's brain came to its senses again, the person had been firmly encircled in Gu Jue's arms.

His palm was covered with a thin layer of calluses, and he was gently rubbing Mo Wenchu's shoulder at this time.

Mo Wenchu recalled the scene just now, bit her lower lip, and secretly blamed the culprit of all this on the hormones.

The light in the room was turned off by the person behind him, and the shallow breathing of the other party echoed in his ears.

Mo Wenchu's insomnia for many days finally took a turn for the better tonight.

After sleeping until the third pole of the sun, when Mo Wenchu got up from the bed with difficulty, the expression on her face revealed a deep frustration.

There is no other reason than that morning sickness is the most torturous time of the day.

Thinking that she would experience that unbearable pain again in half an hour, Mo Wenchu put on the quilt irritably, and continued to curl up on the bed with the principle that as long as she didn't get up, morning sickness would leave her.

It's just that dragging it out for a long time is not the solution to the problem, Mo Wenchu soon tasted the feeling of hunger, she tossed and turned, hesitating whether to get up and eat something, the door of the master bedroom was pushed open.

came in at the same time as Gu Jue, and the aroma of the food wafted in.

Mo Wenchu was hooked by this aroma and sat up, "What does it smell? ”

"Seafood ravioli. ”

As soon as the words ended, the steaming wontons were served.

Mo Wenchu's eyes lit up, and she almost snatched the chopsticks from Gu Jue's hand, "Did you cook them?"

"Hmm. ”

"It smells good, but it's a bit ugly. ”

The air became silent, and Mo Wenchu noticed something unusual, raised her eyes to Gu Jue's gaze and asked in a low voice, "Who made this wonton?"

"Me. ”

A simple word almost made Mo Wenchu die on the spot.

She pursed the corners of her lips and was thinking about remedy, but Gu Jue pushed the glass bowl containing the wontons in front of her, "Taste it." ”

Gu Jue didn't seem to have any intention of pursuing this matter, and Mo Wenchu began to eat wontons calmly.

"Accompany me to a dinner party tonight. Gu Jue sat quietly on the side, and said slowly when the bowl of wontons was about to bottom out.

Mo Wenchu nodded, "Okay." ”

Although she and Gu Jue have reached a consensus that they will not continue to pursue the grievances of the previous generation for the sake of the children in the womb, but in any case, that incident is like an insurmountable gap in front of Gu Jue and Mo Wenchu.

Just like Mo Wenchu, she actually didn't want to go to any dinner, but she still happily agreed, and she actually did it just to cater to Gu Jue.

I was thinking about which dress to choose when attending the dinner, but there was a churning feeling in my stomach again, and when that feeling was about to reach its peak, Mo Wen got out of bed and almost knocked open the bathroom door.

When she came out of the bathroom again, Mo Wenchu's face was pale, and her feet were weak and weak.

"How can morning sickness be so bad? I'll take you to the hospital today for a check-up. ”

Gu Jue helped Mo Wenchu back to the bed, and at the same time threw the tableware aside.

"I'm fine, I'll be fine in a while, you go and have someone iron the latest black dress of the D brand autumn and winter in the cloakroom, I'll wear it to accompany you out tonight." ”

"Are you sure you can still participate?" Gu Jue asked a little uneasily.

"I'm fine, let people prepare, I want to lie down a little longer. ”

After saying this, Mo Wenchu immediately closed his eyes.

Gu Jue, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, sighed secretly, and got up to leave after a while.

Mo Wenchu has lost a lot of weight recently, and her complexion is far less than before because of physical discomfort, although the meals prepared by the dietitian are complete and have all kinds of nutrients, but they don't seem to arouse Mo Wenchu's interest.

After returning downstairs, Gu Jue arranged for Wang's mother to send the nutritionist back.