Mrs. Lu picked it up

"Lan Miao, tell me the truth, have you participated in these things?"

Nan Huai looked into her eyes and asked.

Lan Miao subconsciously turned her head away, but Nan Huai turned her back and looked at her: "I want to listen to the truth!"

Looking at each other, Nan Huai's eyes were full of sternness.

He is strict with her most of the time, but Lan Miao can always feel a certain sense of security from these strictness.

No one was ever harsh on her.

She lost her father at the age of ten, and Father Shen was never strict with her, always guiding her in a friendly manner.

He even asked her if she had a puppy love when she was a child, and the only thing Shen's father insisted on her was probably to let her marry Shen Jingcheng.

Lan Miao shook her head, feeling wronged in her heart: "I didn't."

A flower seemed to bloom on Nanhuai's lips, which was gentle and full of softness.

"I know."

"If you don't do it, I won't let you be wronged."

"Trust me, huh?"

Lan Miao looked at him and nodded.

The two reached an agreement, Lan Miao gave birth to a child, and Nan Huai helped her heal her sister.

Mutual benefit seems to be an eternal truth, and it seems never to be stable.

Nan Huai led Lan Miao into the door, and there was a beautiful woman sitting in the living room.

She looks extraordinarily temperamental, and her gestures are elegant.

Compared with Lan Miao, at that moment, she was like a mouse in a stinky gutter.

Great difference.

Lan Miao instantly became nervous, this is...

"Mom." Nan Huai let go of her, and strode to Mrs. Nan's side.

Mrs. Nan was drinking tea, surrounded by three or five servants, and the smoke on the tea tray made them look even more unattainable.

Lan Miao was at a loss for a moment.

It was Nan Huai who waved at her and let Lan Miao pass by.

Lan Miao walked to Nan Huai and heard his voice: "This is Lan Miao."

"Lan Miao, this is my mother."

"Hi, Mrs. Nan."

Mrs. Nan smiled and said, "Sit down, Xia'er is making tea for me. It's good for my health. You can also drink some later."

Lan Miao nodded, Madam Nan suddenly changed her voice and asked her, "Miao Miao, is your husband in the detention center?"

Lan Miao froze and sat up straight suddenly. This was a beating. Although Lan Miao had never been in high society, she didn't even understand such a simple truth.

She nodded, "Yes."

Mrs. Nan mentioned Shen Jingcheng at this time, nothing more than two points, one is to tell her that she knows everything about her, but to tell her that she is not worthy of Nan Huai, and she will give birth to a child if she wants to, but there must be no wrongdoing. Think about it.

Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still indescribably sad at this time.

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

Nan Huai was displeased, but Mrs. Nan laughed, and said to the housekeeper in a joking voice: "Look, it's my son's treasure, so protect it."

The butler laughed.

Lan Miao paused, Mrs. Nan's behavior made her not sure if it was her villainous heart just now.

Nan Huai's expression did not soften, and he said to the housekeeper, "Prepare something for Miao Miao."

As he said that, he looked at her sideways, and his tone became gentle again: "Is there anything you want to eat in particular?"

Lan Miao shook his head.

The pregnancy reaction was so severe that she couldn't eat at all, and she felt nauseous whenever she thought of eating.

Nan Huai gave the housekeeper a wink, the housekeeper went to the kitchen, and after a short while brought out a pickled plum, Nan Huai took it and handed it to Mrs. Nan first: "Mom, do you want to eat?"

"Mom is not a pregnant woman, let your heart and liver eat."

Nan Huai just smiled, there was not much emotion on his face, even if he smiled, it seemed to be a courtesy to his mother.

A plate of plums was placed in front of her, and Nan Huai took the ginger from the housekeeper and wrapped it around her wrist.

Lan Miao has already passed the principle on Baidu, and ginger can effectively relieve morning sickness and increase appetite.

She squeezed a plum and ate one. She didn't know how the other party pickled it. It was so sour that it suppressed her nausea almost instantly.

She ate a few, and Nan Huai put it away: "If you eat too much stomach acid, you won't be able to eat later."

Lan Miao still had plum pips in her mouth, and looked at the plate eagerly, but she didn't want it, and she wasn't willing to vomit.

Mrs. Nan's voice suddenly became sour: "Miss Lan is so beautiful, not to mention our Ah Huai, I like it too."

Nan Huai glanced at Mrs. Nan, and suddenly laughed: "Mom, eat!"

"I don't want to eat it in the middle of the afternoon."

Mrs. Nan has eaten lunch, she pays attention to health preservation, and will never eat more than the time specified by herself.

Nan Huai smiled lightly, and dragged Lan Miao to the dining table. The kitchen was well prepared, and basically Lan Miao liked it.

After she was pregnant, she was especially able to eat spicy food, and there was a plate of spicy chicken on it.

Just as she was about to move her chopsticks, Nan Huai held her hand down: "Eat some porridge first, or you will feel uncomfortable."

Nanhuai has the habit of asking the kitchen to prepare porridge for her. The porridge is usually shredded chicken porridge, seafood porridge, minced meat porridge, etc. The ingredients are sufficient to ensure nutrition and prevent her from being unable to eat, so she can eat less.

Lunch is no exception.

Lan Miao took two mouthfuls of porridge, and then Nan Huai handed her a small bowl of rice and chopsticks.

The kitchen was very delicious, very suitable for Lan Miao's taste, she ate a little more before she knew it, and she felt full in her stomach.

After it was over, her lips sank, and Nan Huai stuffed a plum in her mouth. The sour taste combined with ginger made her a very comfortable meal. 3
There was no pregnancy reaction.

"You are tired, go upstairs and rest for a while, and I will prepare dinner for you later in the evening."

Lan Miao glanced at Mrs. Nan, no matter who happened to her, his mother would not like her.

Lan Miao nodded, got up and walked upstairs, halfway there, she found footsteps behind her.

Nan Huai followed her step by step, "I can do it myself."

"I'll accompany you."

Lan Miao subconsciously looked at Mrs. Nan. The butler was making tea for her again, and seemed to notice her gaze. She turned her head and a kind smile appeared on her face.

Mrs. Nan is obviously not angry, but she still has no idea.

Lan Miao whispered, "Nan Huai, you should spend more time with your mother."

As soon as the waistline sank, the man's arms came up. She was really light to him. With a little force, her feet left the ground, and he hugged her up involuntarily.

The second bedroom was still the same as when she left, Nan Huai's voice was very calm: "My mother is easy to get along with, you don't have to be afraid of her, and you don't have to care about what she says, she doesn't have any bad thoughts."

Lan Miao knew that Nan Huai hoped that she would maintain a good attitude during pregnancy, so she nodded and smiled at Nan Huai: "I won't."

Nan Huai patted her head and smiled softly: "Tell the butler what you want to eat and what you need, you are the most important thing, okay?"

Lan Miao nodded cooperatively and said, "Okay."