Soon, a bowl of wontons was brought with soup and water, but he didn't put it in front of her, just put a few wontons into a small bowl, carefully blew them until they were warm, and then spooned them to her mouth.

"I'm not a baby, and I still need you to feed me?" Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand to take the bowl.

"You're not a baby, but you're a baby's mother." Leng Zimo smiled dotingly, "Be good, open your mouth, eat slowly, and chew a few more times, so that you won't be sick to your stomach." ”

Helpless, she was just like a baby who couldn't take care of herself, and let him feed him one bite at a time.

I don't know if it's really hungry, or because he was distracted by talking to her while feeding, she almost completely ate a bowl of ravioli, but there was no abnormal reaction at all.

"Did you put anything in this soup, weishenme I don't feel disgusting at all?" Luo Xiaoqian asked while drinking the soup.

"Of course, my son knows that his father made it himself, so he naturally doesn't want you to spit out." Leng Zimo teased.

"Who said it was a son, maybe it was a daughter?" Luo Xiaoqian retorted.

"Daughters are better, daughters and fathers are close." Leng Zimo took a tissue and helped her wipe the soup stains off her mouth, "Whether it's a son or a daughter, as long as it's born by you, I love it." ”

Luo Xiaoqian smiled evilly, "Be careful that I give birth to a Nezha!" ”

Leng Zimo pinched her little face, "Don't worry, I don't have that gene, you can give birth to a little Zimo at most, or give birth to a little Qian." ”

Putting down the soup bowl in his hand, he picked her up directly from the dining chair and walked to the stairs.

Luo Xiaoqian stretched out her arm to wrap around his neck, "If it goes on like this, when the baby is born, I'm afraid I'll be too degraded to take care of myself." ”

"That's the best!" Leng Zimo smiled and kissed her face, "I'll just take care of the two babies." ”

Luo Xiaoqian leaned her head on his shoulder and pressed her face against his.

"Zimo, I think I'm the happiest person in the world now."

"Wrong!" He smiled lightly, "You are the second, I am the first." ”

It is a kind of happiness to be pampered, and it is not a kind of happiness that someone can be pampered?!

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The next day, Leng Zimo personally sent Luo Xiaoqian to the hospital where Shen Yizhou was to see the obstetrics and gynecology department.

Because of Shen Yizhou's arrangement, Mo Qingping, an obstetrics and gynecology expert who was supposed to rest, also came to the hospital to examine Luo Xiaoqian in person.

After inquiring about Luo Xiaoqian, Mo Qingping prescribed a series of checklists for her, and then personally followed her to Supermarket B for the first early pregnancy test, Leng Zimo followed all the way, and carefully helped Luo Xiaoqian to the examination bed.

On the side, Dr. Mo Qingping looked at his considerate appearance and just smiled.

"I remember when Mr. Leng brought his wife over for examination, it was the same, as if Mrs. was a porcelain that had been shattered by a touch, at that time, I had just entered the hospital, and I was still an intern doctor, and I envied our little doctors to death!"

Leng Zimo is nothing, Luo Xiaoqian is already blushing.

Smearing the liquid medicine on her abdomen, Mo Qingping carefully helped her start the superbirth examination, Leng Zimo held Luo Xiaoqian's palm with one hand, and his eyes were fixed on the display screen.

"Aunt Mo, how is it?"

This Mo Qingping has been in the hospital for more than 20 years, when Leng Zimo was born, she was still a midwife, so it can be said that she watched him be born, so Leng Zimo will be called an aunt.