"Don't drink it."

If you don't drink it, you won't drink it.

Pregnant women are struggling, and others really have nothing to do.

You can't talk about it, you can't scold it, and it's even more impossible to beat it.

Jiang Ye could only change the way, put down the milk and sat down:

"What's wrong? Under the weather? ”

"Not either."

"That's what you have."

Cough.

Lu Jing sighed:

"Can't you just tone better?"

Yes, they all complained.

The man had to lower his voice and soften his voice:

"Okay, okay, listen to you, you can say whatever you want, now I can tell you man, what's wrong?"

Lu Jing pinched the man's arm a few times:

"Don't be skinny, Jianghuai is still there."

How embarrassing is it to be heard?

But the man laughed:

"Don't worry, he won't hear you."

Although flying an airplane is now autopiloted, even if it lends him one hundred and twenty guts, Jianghuai doesn't dare to eavesdrop on the conversation of his brother and sister-in-law, right?

Lu Jing's eyes rolled again, and then he whispered:

"It's just very tired and sleepy, and a little stuffy, maybe because I slept for too long."

The man reached out to probe the woman's forehead while listening, and when he saw that there was no fever, he was a little relieved:

"Wash your face?"

"Yes."

The man took the initiative to get up and prepare the washing water.

Lu Jing was lying on the chair, his eyes closed, but his throat was very uncomfortable, and he always had a feeling of wanting to vomit.

Isn't it going to be a reaction?

It was torturous, and I had a very bad experience before.

But, even so, my heart is still happy and excited.

After all, women have to go through this.

Jiang also came over with a basin of water, the handkerchiefs were all disposable, he personally twisted the handkerchief, and then handed it to the woman.

If you can, you can do it for you, but the woman doesn't agree.

After washing my face with hot water, it seems to be really comfortable.

"Jiang Ye, I want to eat sour, or drink some sour."

"There's prunes in the fridge, squeeze a cup of prune juice for you?"

"Uh-huh, yes."

The prune juice is sweet and sour, and it tastes delicious when you think about it.

Lu Jing now only needs to move his mouth no matter what he wants to do, and someone else will do the rest.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a meal to open your mouth and stretch out your hand.

In addition to feeling sorry for his daughter-in-law for suffering such a big crime in the past few days, Jiang also felt deeply guilty.

After all, he was in that place at the time, but if he took his wife with him, he wouldn't be like this now.

But at that time, I was on a mission, and I really couldn't help it.

So, now guilt is also really guilty.

Not to mention doing these chores, even if the wife wants his own life, the man can take the initiative to send the murder weapon to his neck.

Fortunately, Lu Jing has never had such perverted ideas.

A few minutes later, the man squeezed a glass of prune juice and came over:

"A little honey added, no sugar, try it."

For pregnant women, it is better to eat less sugar, which I overheard when I was in the hospital before.

Although it was eavesdropping on others, it was still deeply remembered in my head.

Lu Jing pursed the corners of his lips, took the cup and drank it in a big gulp.

Not to mention, such a sour thing, I really can't drink it in normal times.

But it's really comfortable to drink at this moment.

"It's delicious."

praised without hesitation.

The man also laughed, and after the woman took a few more sips, reached out and took the cup:

"You can't drink too much if it's good, it's cold."

Gee.

Lu Jing doesn't refute the man's words now, and it's useless to refute anyway.

"Then I'd like to sleep for a while."

That's not a big deal:

"Well, sleep, I'll call you when it's time."