"What are you talking about?"

"It must have been me eating indiscriminately." Her voice fell.

Sheng Jiashen raised his eyebrows: "Do you remember it yourself?" He raised his hand and pinched her face, and sighed again: "Didn't you eat dinner too?" ”

"I don't want to eat it, it hurt a while before, but now it's much better, I don't think it's really necessary to ask the doctor to come."

Sheng Jiashen naturally didn't listen to her, thought about it, and said, "I still have to eat something, I'll go downstairs to get some?" ”

"I don't want to."

"Drink some porridge?"

"I don't want to."

"I'll cook it."

"No...... Uh, this-" Zhao Qiqi couldn't say that she didn't want to, she looked at him fixedly.

Sheng Jiashen looked at her funny, "Then drink porridge, you lie down for a while." ”

He helped her cover the quilt, left Coco Meow in the room to accompany her, and went downstairs to cook porridge himself.

Zhao Qiqi fished over the doll next to the pillow and covered his face, obviously he said that his stomach didn't hurt much, what kind of trouble did he make so weak to cook porridge now?

Her cheeks were hot, but she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

In fact, Sheng Yingdi's cooking skills are getting better, and during the time when he accompanied her to film, he would occasionally make soup for her in front of the recipe in the hotel.

Zhao Qiqi drank it all the way, and he didn't know how to develop the problem, so he was very greedy for what he made with his own hands.

Of course, both of them are busy with work, and they don't have time to cook.

Her stomach began to hurt like pins and needles again, Zhao Qiqi curled up, thinking secretly that after eating porridge, she must ask him to help her rub her stomach.

The family doctor came quickly, helped her diagnose, prescribed medicine and left.

Sheng Jiashen's porridge has also just been cooked.

He also cooked two kinds, one sweet and one salty.

When it was served at the same time, Zhao Qiqi was still a little surprised: "Brother, you are too versatile now." ”

"Don't eat indiscriminately in the future." The doctor had already told him just now that she was eating ice cream close to her menstrual period, and then drinking hot tea, which caused her to become like this.

"I know, I'll just say it's not serious......" She whispered a defense, he frowned and glanced at her, and quickly changed the subject: "I'm hungry, which one should I drink first?" ”

"A little bit of both?"

"Okay!"

Zhao Qiqi smiled and leaned on the soft pillow, enjoying that he came to feed her, well, just treat her as if she was very serious, she didn't want to do it anyway.

After drinking porridge and taking medicine, when she rested at night, Zhao Qiqi was in a daze and didn't make a request, and his big hand was already on her stomach.

She closed her eyes and shrank into his arms.

Since she was a child, she has never felt the feeling of being cherished and cared for in such a way, but she is pampered by him, as if it is the warmest sunshine in this winter.

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The wedding of Zhao Qiqi and Sheng Jiashen was held as scheduled, and New Year's Day also means the beginning of the new year.

The wedding was simple and warm, and did not invite media reporters, nor did it accept any brand sponsorship, even if the two had paralyzed Weibo on the day of their wedding, they still did not reveal the details of the wedding in a low-key manner.

The wedding scene was arranged in the largest church in Jiangcheng, with three groomsmen, three bridesmaids, and two children of relatives and friends to be flower girls.

Zhao Qiqi's hair was longer, she was wearing a hair diamond specially given to her by Grandma Sheng on her head, and the white veil behind her dragged to the end of her skirt, and she was pulled by the two children to hold her skirt, holding her father's arm, all the way to the person she loved most in her life.

After the wedding ceremony, when Zhao Qiqi threw the bouquet, she looked at her three bridesmaids, and many girls who came over to be lively, including relatives and friends, and artists and friends in the circle.

first glanced at Qiao Chengcheng and found that she was not very keen on grabbing bouquets.