Ou Yanzhe was noncommittal. When I got back to the Rose Castle, it was time for dinner. Lan Qingchuan walked out of the piano room, and when he got downstairs, he saw Ou Yanzhe. He was unlikely to come back at noon on weekdays, and he didn't look in a hurry, he was bending over to clean his hands, Joey was not by his side, and the manservant was waiting beside him with a face towel.

The weather has been hot and humid these days, looking like it will rain soon, the air is both full of high temperature and sticky moisture, and Lan Qingchuan is not very comfortable.

The kitchen boiled fish soup today, and she smelled it as soon as she came, obviously there was no fishy smell, but she smelled a wave of nausea.

"Are you feeling sick?" Ou Yanzhe wiped his hands clean, and saw her walking slowly down from the mirror with a snow-white face.

Lan Qingchuan covered his mouth and nose for a while, and when he saw him looking worried, he came over to help her. She put down her hand and shook her head, "It's nothing, I've been sitting for a long time, and I'm a little dizzy." ”

She sat down, and the servant served her a bowl of fish soup. The chef was invited from the Lan family manor to make a handful of Chinese dishes, and the fish soup tasted delicious. Lan Qingchuan had a white face, picked up the spoon and drank it slowly.

Ou Yanzhe saw that her face was really ugly, and pointed out some vegetarian food and asked the servant to clip it to her with chopsticks.

"If it's really uncomfortable, don't drink the soup, and the baby is not bad for this nutrition."

Lan Qingchuan drank the soup silently and glanced at Ou Yanzhe: "It's okay, it's just a psychological effect." ”

In the days when morning sickness was the worst, I couldn't smell the slightest bit of meat, and I vomited for a long time when I touched it, but I couldn't stop eating, and I had to eat it when it smelled uncomfortable, and only after eating it could I provide nutrition to the child.

Ou Yanzhe waved his hand to remove the fish soup, the taste dispersed a little, and Lan Qingchuan's nausea eased.

She ate a lot of lunch, and her snow-white face eased a lot. Lan Qingchuan had a small appetite when he was a teenager, and when he had a child, he was afraid that the fetus would be insufficient, and he was born weak and sickly.

In strict accordance with the requirements of the dietitian, her appetite has increased, she eats more, but she has lost weight.

This birth is difficult, she and Ou Yanzhe both know it in their hearts, and they are afraid that something will go wrong.

After lunch, she was full of joy. Ou Yanzhe accompanied her for a walk in the rose hall on the top floor, she was tired as she walked, and slowly lay on Ou Yanzhe's chaise longue with her stomach in her arms, looking tired.

Steward Joy brought a stack of fresh melons and fruits, she picked up a lychee and ate it, and wanted to eat sour apricots and plums.

Ou Yanzhe sat on the other side of the couch, with the document on his lap, and his mind was not on it. Joey smiled and answered, and went down to tell the people to get ready.

"Last time I said I wanted to eat lemon cheese, Joey bought it back for you." Ou Yanzhe saw that her feet were badly swollen, so he grabbed one of her ankles and rubbed it for her, and said while rubbing, "Do you still want to eat?" ”

"Hmm." She snorted lazily.

Ou Yanzhe smiled and restrained her movement to get up, "Don't move, I'm rubbing it." If you want to eat it, I'll feed you. ”

"Hmm."

When Joey brought the candied fruit up, he saw his indescribable young master pinching a small tray and feeding the young lady cheese one by one. The young and beautiful hostess looked tired and leaned on the pillow by the armrest, her snow-white feet resting on the man's lap, pressing a stack of papers. Joey read that right, the document was about a financing case worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

The old butler was very pleased.