Chapter 1187: I Didn't Go On a Hunger Strike

"What to eat and vomit, when they saw me, they lost their appetite even more, and they couldn't even eat a bite."

O'Jersey clenched his fists, his brows tightened with a state of decay that he had never seen before.

"She has always been like this, she looks soft and weak, but when she is stubborn, she may not lose to men." Ou Jinyue shook his head, and the look in his eyes flashed with a hint of pampering, which happened to fall into Ou Jersey's eyes.

"Jin Yue, you ...... to Xiao Qiao"

"Half a sister, it's a pity, it's destined to be a cousin-in-law."

Ou Jinyue blinked his eyes informally, shrugged his shoulders, and looked like he was not serious, "You called me here, you should want me to persuade her, right?" Give me something. ”

Ou Jinyue took the plate in Ou Jersey's hand, and without waiting for Ou Jersey to speak, Yingting's figure turned around, and he turned around and went upstairs.

"Who made me love to quarrel with her on weekdays, I really have to pay back what I owe!"

Ou Jinyue muttered to himself.

O'Jersey looked at his back, but his eyes grew deeper......

"Knock knock—"

symbolically knocked on the door a few times, and before An Moran could respond, Ou Jinyue pushed the door in.

Seeing her indifference in her eyes, the corners of her mouth hooked up a playful smile, "I also thought that if I could catch up with a good time, maybe I could see you change clothes, then I would pick up a big bargain." ”

A warm gaze swept over her pale face, and a touch of distress rippled in her pupils.

"Why don't you eat?"

"You think I'm protesting with my body?" An Moran glanced at him coldly, "If you're here to be a lobbyist, where is the door, please." ”

An Moran, who was dressed in a white dress, sat quietly on the tatami mat on the balcony, holding her knees with her hands, staring at the sea not far away, the tide ebbed and flowed, and the sea breeze carried a trace of saltiness on her face.

After a while, she turned her head and retched in spite of it.

"Gross-"

With his stomach churning, An Moran clutched the edge of the tatami mat tightly before he could barely suppress the nausea.

Ou Jinyue had already put down the dinner plate quickly, poured a glass of water and walked to her side, and handed the water to her.

"Drinking saliva can suppress nausea."

Seeing that she hadn't taken the water cup for a long time, Ou Jinyue laughed self-deprecatingly, "It seems that I am the source of your disgusting?" ”

“……”

An Moran glanced up at him, saw the self-deprecation on his face, remembered that he had taken care of himself meticulously, glanced at the cup in his hand again, reached out to take it, and took a sip.

Looking at him calmly, "I didn't go on a hunger strike. ”

I just can't really eat it......

An Moran caressed her lower abdomen worriedly, she could now feel the existence of a baby in her belly, but the increasingly strong pregnancy reaction made her extremely worried about whether she would not be able to keep the child.

"But if you don't find a way to eat, the child will be hungry, and how can he be as beautiful as Mommy if he is malnourished."

Ou Jinyue laughed informably.

didn't make a big deal with An Moran, but sat down on the chair next to her easily, looking at her softly, to be precise, at her stomach.

"Do you want me to let the housekeeper boil some light porridge, maybe my appetite will be better."

“……”

An Moran looked at him and didn't speak for a long time.

Turning his head, he continued to look at the sea, and let Ou Jinyue dial the phone, instructing the housekeeper to cook porridge for her again, and even reminded her of what seasonings to put when to put in the porridge, and words such as not too thick and not too thin......

It's as if he himself is a chef who is proficient in cooking.