Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan's heart was overjoyed, and a touch of joy poured out.

"Mu Beiting, I want to eat strawberries." She said softly, with a bit of coquetry.

The other side was silent for a few seconds, and then said in a deep voice: "Tell the kitchen directly about this kind of thing. You don't need to call me."

When the words fell, the phone was hung up with a ‘pop’.

Listening to the cold beep on the phone, Su Xiangwan's eyes were red.

Gritting his teeth and said: "Asshole! Asshole! What a nerve!"

Su Xiangwan sat on the sofa holding a Kumamoto bear and sulked. After more than an hour, Rong Ma sent a fruit plate to him.

There are green grapes, apples, pineapples, strawberries and blueberries in the fruit plate.

Each of them occupies one-fifth, and they are cut and placed very neatly.

Su Xiangwan stared at the strawberry in the fruit plate with red eyes, and looked at Madam Rong and said, "I don't want to eat strawberries, take the strawberries away!"

Ma Rong was stunned.

What is going on with this young master and madam?

One asked to send strawberries up, but it had to be plated with other fruits.

Anyone who sees a strawberry says, don't want strawberries.

Whoops, she's getting old and getting old... she's getting more and more unable to understand these young people.

Madam Rong struggled for a while, but still had to obey the order and remove the strawberry.

The room gradually became quieter. Su Xiangwan reached out his hand and gently stroked his stomach. With red eyes, he said aggrieved: "After you come out, don't call him Dad. What is his name? Just call him Xiao Tingzi, OK?"

After talking to herself for a while, Madam Rong brought another big bowl of ginseng chicken soup.

Su Xiangwan felt disgusted when he watched it, and frowned and shook his head constantly: "No... Rong Ma, I'm full for dinner, I'm very full! You see, I still eat so many fruits, I can't drink anymore."

"Madam, this soup is nourishing and good for women."

"I don't want to drink, Rong Ma, I feel like vomiting when I see it." Su Xiangwan was really nauseous.

"Madam, drink as much as you want, there are a lot of precious medicinal materials in it."

Rong Ma insisted this time.

She had just asked the new cook before she knew that it was the young lady who had lost her child, and the young master specially invited her to treat her body.

It's no wonder that the two have been arguing recently, and I don't know how this good-looking child is missing.

Mother Rong sighed and persuaded again, after all, after this miscarriage, women must be well-born and nursed.

"Madam, you can drink a little bit. It took a few hours for the soup to be simmered for a few hours before it comes out."

Don't start Su Xiangwan, don't dare to look again.

Just smelling that smell, there is some pantothenic water in my stomach.

Madam Rong talked for a while, but couldn't tell, so she had to withdraw her things.

The chicken soup was taken away, and Su Xiangwan seemed to come alive, and ran to open the window to let the smell of chicken soup in the house dissipate.

Late at night.

The door on the first floor of the villa was pushed open.

Ma Rong put on her coat and took a look: "Sir, you are back, and the wife is already asleep."

"En." Mu Beiting replied, his face a little tired.

"Then...chicken soup, my wife didn't drink a bite."

His brow furrowed, his thin lips pressed lightly.

"Let the new cook change the soup tomorrow. If the soup doesn't work, change the dish. I don't care for idlers."

"Yes." Ma Rong bowed slightly.

Mu Beiting walked upstairs slowly, and there was a light on in the living room upstairs, but the lights in the bedroom had gone out.

He stopped outside the bedroom door, his big hand on the door handle.

There was a pause for a few seconds before it was unscrewed.

Pushing the door and entering, there was a faint moonlight in the bedroom, and she seemed to be sleeping hot, with a long jade leg pressed against the quilt, dazzling white.