"Doesn't it feel good?" Jing Yi sensitively felt that Qiu Wei's voice was wrong. She had to take two breaths for every few words she spoke, as if in exercise, "Chest suffocation? Do you sleep well at night? ”

"It's just that I don't sleep very well, and I am very tired. I always thought it was because of my age, and this baby was so hard to conceive. Qiu Wei finally said.

Jingyi was silent for a moment, and after asking Qiu Wei a few more questions, she said, "Be sure to come to the hospital on Monday." This time it was even more resolute.

"Okay." Qiu Wei agreed, "Tiger Wing will be home tomorrow." When the time comes, I ask him to accompany me to the hospital. ”

"When you feel better, you don't want to take care of her yourself. Quietly raise it, but if there is anything uncomfortable or inappropriate, let someone call me immediately, and I will come to see you immediately...... Obedient, Qiu Wei. ”

The phone hung up, and Jing Yi sat on the sofa without moving for a long time.

Aunt Li came to invite her to dinner, and she was still distracted when she entered the restaurant.

The heart is a little tight.

"Mr. Cheng?" Aunt Li waited for her to move her chopsticks for a while, and couldn't help but remind her: "The soup will be fishy when it is cold." ”

"Okay." Jingyi stirred the bowl. Seeing Aunt Li standing with her hands down, she asked, "Aunt Li, do you have any children?" ”

Aunt Li was silent for a moment before she said, "There was a kid who died before he was one year old." Afterwards...... Never. ”

The spoon in Jingyi's hand slammed on the edge of the bowl, paused, and looked up and said to Aunt Li, "It's a pity." ”

She spoke slowly, in a very low voice, almost swallowed in a sigh. Aunt Li stood there, and suddenly wiped the corners of her eyes with the white towel in her hand.

"I'm sorry. I've made you sad. Jingyi put down the bowl.

"No, Mr. Cheng." Aunt Li hurriedly said, "I was sad at first, but after a long time, I will comfort myself." The fate with that child is so much, I can't force it. It's all fate...... Mr. Cheng, I'm still stewed in the kitchen......"

"There you go." Jingyi said gently.

The soup in the bowl was already cold, she took a bite, and sure enough, as Aunt Li said, the cold soup smelled a little fishy.

The doorbell rings.

The porter's unhurried footsteps came, and then he stood outside the restaurant and called Mr. Cheng.

"Come in." Jingyi pushed the bowl away.

"Mr. Cheng, there is a messenger outside, saying that he is sending something to Mr. Cheng. Here's the post. The porter Lao Li handed over the post and stood there waiting for a reply.

Jingyi took it and looked at the cover, but there was not a word.

When she opened it, she looked at it carefully for a long time before she raised her eyes and asked Lao Li, "What about people?" ”

"Wait outside." Lao Li seemed to be a little displeased when he saw her, and replied in fear. The hostess is very restrictive to visitors.

Jingyi pinched the post and walked out of the restaurant.

A black sedan was parked at the gate of the courtyard, and a short, sturdy man was directing people to move things down from the car. He suddenly saw Jingyi come out, he was stunned for a moment, hurriedly trotted over, and said from afar: "Miss Ten...... Cheng Xi said hello to Miss Ten. ”

The person had already come to the front as he spoke, and he called Jingyi to say goodbye, but he still maintained that posture and did not get up rashly.

"Get up." Jingyi stood down and glanced at the mountain of things on the ground.

"Miss Ten, it was the Ninth Young Master who ordered the little one to come." Cheng Xi said.

Jingyi walked over.

She picked up a box in her hand.

"Clam oil. When you used to study in Shanghai, you said that clam oil is the best in winter, and it is not worse than Dior Chanel, and the first is domestic products. "Cheng Xi's mouth has always been sharp, and it looks like pouring beans into a bamboo tube with a string of words.

Jingyi dropped the box and paced, walking in a circle around the pile of gifts.