Your Excellency, I love you!

She pursed her mouth, as if being forced to drink soup by bad guys was in pain, "Just a little."

"Okay, a little bit."

Mo Shiche filled a bowl of soup with a small bowl, scooped up a spoonful and blew it before feeding it to Luo Qiangwei's mouth, "It's not hot."

Luo Qiangwei had a frowning face, she drank it reluctantly, and immediately felt a little nauseous again, "Uh...no more..."

Seeing this, Mo Shiche immediately took a sip by himself, and then fed it to her lips.

He slowly passed the chicken soup in his mouth into her mouth little by little, and then kissed her tenderly, not letting her choke, but let her drink the chicken soup slowly.

Luo Qiangwei unconsciously clutched his collar with both hands, feeling each other's lips while drinking like this, and even tasted a hint of sweetness, she frowned, although she was reluctant, but the feeling of nausea was indeed reduced.

Keeping this method, it took nearly 10 minutes to finish a bowl of chicken soup.

Luo Qiangwei's face was blushing, and she collapsed in the man's arms, her lips turned red after being moistened, Mo Shiche watched her Adam's apple rolling, and couldn't help kissing again, "I've finished drinking, very good."

Only then did Luo Qiangwei realize that she was kissed by him again, her beautiful eyes widened and she stared at him, accusing, "Asshole."

He chuckled, "Well, I'm an asshole."

She glared again, "You are shameless."

He also laughed, "Well, I'm shameless."

She stared again, "The obscene demon."

He kissed her again, "Well, only you."

"..."

After drinking the soup, Mo Shiche accompanied Luo Qiangwei to watch a movie on the couch, and she became sleepy after watching half of it, curled up and said vaguely, "I want to sleep."

The man immediately propped up his body, "Okay," he let her rest on his arm, "you sleep, I will bathe you, if you don't wash your hair, I won't wake you up, huh?"

After she was pregnant, she was extremely lethargic, and she closed her eyes sleepily, "Mmm... good."

Mo Shiche picked her up carefully, and walked upstairs to the bathroom very lightly.

There is a heating and constant temperature system in the villa, so Luo Qiangwei only wore a large nightgown. Mo Shiche took it off for her, washed her with water, wiped her body with a hot towel, and carried her out wrapped in a bath towel.

Just after putting the woman on the bed, the phone on the bedside table vibrated suddenly.

The sound disturbed Luo Qiangwei, she frowned and snorted in displeasure, Mo Shiche hurriedly picked up the phone and hung up, only then did she see that the caller ID was Miao Miao.

He frowned, first helped Luo Qiangwei put on the pajamas and covered the quilt, then got up and walked outside the room.

Long finger press to call back.

The other end picked it up quickly, and Sheng Miao's soft voice came, "Desolate year, are you busy?"

Mo Shiche's voice was very weak, "Miao Miao, what's wrong?"

"I can't eat for the past few days. I have severe morning sickness. I don't feel well. I miss you very much..." Sheng Miao choked, "Famine year, you haven't seen me for a long time."

For nearly a month, she only had three phone calls with him, and she took the initiative to call twice.

Mo Shiche frowned, "Is Bu Wei here? You let him answer the phone."

"I asked him to go back," Sheng Miao bit her lip, "Huan Nian, can you come over now? I want you to eat with me..."

"I'm at home." Mo Shiche glanced sideways into the bedroom. Luo Qiangwei would wake up in the middle of the night to drink water or milk. These days, he was taking care of her. He said lightly, "If you don't feel well, go Hospital, I will let the doctor and the nurses go there."

Sheng Miao was silent, and after a while he choked up and asked, "In the famine year, Luo Qiangwei is also pregnant, isn't she?"