The graceful and luxurious Nie Ronghua was sitting in the living room, and Mother Liu had just served her good tea.

Her personal physician, George, an American man in his thirties, sat on the couch across from her, eye-to-eye with Carter, as if it were something he had to do every time he came.

"Qiu Mo is back." Nie Ronghua smiled at Qiu Mo, who had just entered the door, her smile was a little hypocritical, but Qiu Mo still greeted her politely.

George also hurriedly ended his gaze with Carter, looking at Qiu Mo at the door, she seemed to have just woken up, her face still had an unfading flush, but her eyes were starry, shining with dazzling light, if you ignore that ordinary face, these eyes should be the best of the best.

"Mom, have you run out of medicine again?" Qiu Mo went straight to the point, there was no affection between her and Nie Ronghua, and Nie Ronghua also looked down on her humble background, there was only one use between them, a relationship that was willing to be used, so talking about feelings was all fake and contrived.

Nie Ronghua still had such a fake smile, took Qiu Mo's hand and sat down beside him, and asked softly, "Qiu Mo, how is your body feeling recently?" ”

Although she knew that Nie Ronghua was just concerned about the child in her belly, she still replied politely: "It's good, the baby is also very healthy, and sometimes he kicks me naughtily." ”

Nie Ronghua's smile this time was sincere, she gently 'touched' Qiu Mo's lower abdomen, imagining the baby that their Leng family was about to be born, "Did Leng Xiao name the child?" ”

Qiu Mo's expression darkened, he didn't even ask, how could he name the baby, but immediately smiled and said, "He's been too busy lately, and he hasn't had time yet." ”

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law chatted about the baby for a while, and Nie Ronghua said to George, "Let's start." ”

Qiu Mo stood up, "Mom, you sit first." ”

She herself followed George to the third-floor infirmary.

George skillfully took out the needles and instruments for drawing blood, Qiu Mo took off his slippers, leaned on his knees on the side of the bed, and looked out of the window with a light look, it was autumn, and the maple leaves were like fire.

George turned his head and saw her quiet appearance, although it was not stunning, her face was pure and beautiful against the golden tree outside the window.

He was stunned for a moment before he walked over and took Qiu Mo's snow-white arm, the arteries of this arm were densely covered with a row of bruised needle holes, the old ones were not good, and new ones were added.