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Fu Zhaochen didn't hear gloating in Sheng Yiming's words, but he frowned, "Third brother, in your heart, what does progress mean?"

Sheng Yiming coughed twice in embarrassment, "In the past, I thought the progress between you and your couple was whether Yi Ruo was pregnant with a second child. The progress now is whether she talked to you?"

Fu Zhaochen, "..."

He suddenly felt that Sheng Yiming knew how to stab people's lungs.

Fu Zhaochen turned over, lying on the bed and looking at the bedside, "If this progresses, we have been talking a lot in the past two days. Okay, I'm going to bed, and I have to send Yi Ruo to school tomorrow morning."

Sheng Yiming laughed evilly and said, "Don't worry, I have something else to do."

Fu Zhaochen sneered coldly and yawned, "To make a long story short, if it's just to tease me, then you don't have to do it. I'm already barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes like this, let alone your bare feet?"

"It's really business, you ask my parents tomorrow morning when they plan to come back?"

Sheng Yiming added, "I know an old Chinese medicine doctor who enjoys the highest national subsidy. He specializes in gynecology, and he has made great achievements in infertility."

Although Fu Zhaochen was out of shape, he was not stupid. He scratched the end of his eyebrows and said, "You mean to ask your parents to go back and persuade the eldest sister to go see this old doctor?"

Sheng Yiming, "..."

"Brother-in-law, you have a good mind. Trust me, my sister will come back to you sooner or later. Don't give up."

Fu Zhaochen smiled helplessly, "Okay, I'll ask my parents what they want tomorrow."

He was a little worried. After all, if Sheng Jinyan and Rong Lin asked him for the doctor's name and he couldn't tell him, wouldn't their credibility be greatly compromised?

Now, Fu Zhaochen doesn't want to cause trouble. If Yiruo thinks that he is deliberately looking for an excuse to leave, won't he be completely disappointed?

"Third brother, what is that doctor's name?"

Fu Zhaochen's words were flawless and well-founded, "I can't say there is a doctor and my parents can't answer which doctor I want, right? In my current situation, I can't withstand any storms. I'm fragile."

Sheng Yiming understood what Fu Zhaochen meant. He was afraid that his parents would label him as a useless loser who "lied and wanted to go back early."

He pondered for a moment and said, "Dr. Xia, his name is Xia Bingzhen. My parents should know, but he hasn't treated patients for a long time. My parents, like me, don't know that he is a gynecologist."

After all, the Sheng family and the Fu family are both prosperous families.Both Rong Lin and Nan Yi gave birth to four children, while Nan Yi gave birth to two sets of twins.

In this way, they have no idea about infertility, let alone pay attention to it.

Fu Zhaochen wrote down his name and hung up the phone.

Sheng Yiming felt a little uneasy. The reason why he didn't want to say Xia Bingzhen's name was because he was afraid that his parents would think too much about it, but he couldn't care so much now.

The next day, Fu Zhaochen got up early and prepared breakfast for the whole family.

Sheng Jinyan saw that his "24 filial piety" good son-in-law had prepared breakfast.

He walked over and patted Fu Zhaochen on the shoulder, "Zhao Chen, you don't need to prepare these, there are servants at home."

Fu Zhaochen explained with a smile, "Dad, I can't sleep either, so why not get up and prepare a delicious breakfast for everyone."

Sheng Jinyan glanced at the small wontons cooked by Fu Zhaochen.

He smiled and said, "Yiruo's taste is really good for you. Shrimp, seaweed and coriander are all must-haves for her to eat wontons."

Fu Zhaochen lowered his eyes and smiled, "I'm busy with work, and she hasn't had breakfast cooked by me for a long time. When we lived in Yaqingyuan before, I made breakfast for her every day."

The two talked about what happened before, and then Fu Zhaochen told Sheng Jinyan what Sheng Yiming asked him to convey.

After hearing this, Sheng Jinyan agreed with Sheng Yiming's approach.

Fu Zhaochen also saw Sheng Jinyan's concerns, "Dad, are you worried that your eldest sister doesn't want to undergo treatment?"

Sheng Jinyan nodded, "Well, Yiming also thought of it. He didn't dare to persuade, so he asked his mother and I to go back and persuade Yixia. After all, Yixia has to suffer again during treatment."

Fu Zhaochen poured the beaten soy milk into separate cups.

He suggested, "It's better to let mom and eldest sister talk. If eldest sister wants to work hard, then tell Brother Si Shi about this. In this case, the relationship between the two will go further."

Sheng Jinyan looked at Fu Zhaochen with a warm smile, "Zhao Chen, you are much more mature now. I mean you are dealing with feelings. In other aspects, you have always been very mature."

When Sheng Yiruo carried Xuanxuan downstairs, she saw her father and Fu Zhaochen talking and laughing.

And she smelled the fragrant smell of seafood wontons.

Sheng Jinyan turned around and saw Sheng Yiruo, "Xiaotu, come here quickly, Zhaochen has made you the little wontons you like to eat."

Sheng Yiruo, "..."

The last time she had Fu Zhaochen's cooking was when they lived in Yaqingyuan before they got married. Sheng Yiruo had always known that Fu Zhaochen's cooking was delicious, but then she had no chance to eat it.

Sheng Jinyan took Xuanxuan and carried him to ask others to come down for breakfast.

Sheng Yiruo sat down and looked at Fu Zhaochen who was wearing an apron, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Fu Zhaochen took off his apron, lowered his eyes and smiled, "What do you want me to answer? Should I tell the truth or lie?"

Sheng Yiruo frowned, "Of course it's the truth, how dare you tell me lies?"

Fu Zhaochen leaned over slightly, leaned on the table with both hands and lowered his voice.

"The truth is, I missed you so much that I couldn't sleep. It was hard all night. I woke up at 6 o'clock in the morning, but it wouldn't go down, so I got up and made wontons for breakfast."

Sheng Yiruo, "..."

Her cheeks were slightly hot. She picked up the bowl and took a spoonful of soup. "In the future, you should tell lies about this kind of thing!"

Fu Zhaochen smiled heartily.

When he saw Sheng Yiruo eating a wonton, he quickly asked, "Is it delicious?"

Sheng Yiruo felt warm in her heart and praised it profusely, "It's delicious. Zhaochen, you really have a talent for cooking. I'm afraid you were a cook in your previous life."

Fu Zhaochen gave Sheng Yiruo wontons stuffed with shrimp, corn, and pork, which was her favorite flavor.

He pulled out a chair and sat next to Sheng Yiruo, "If I said I wanted to cook for you for the rest of my life, would you eat it?"

"Come on, you are so busy, how can you cook for me for the rest of your life?"

Fu Zhaochen tilted his chin and looked at Sheng Yiruo, "Before, I thought career was important, but now I think you and my son are more important. Maybe I gave up business and entered politics?"

"Politics?"

Sheng Yiruo blinked and felt that Fu Zhaochen was talking nonsense.

Fu Zhaochen nodded solemnly, "Yes, but it's not politics, it's housekeeping!"

Sheng Yiruo was so teased by Fu Zhaochen that she couldn't swallow a mouthful of soup and squirted out.

She waved her hand, "Stop making trouble, do you want to be a housewife? I don't want that. I still like Fu Zhaochen, Mr. Fu, who has a successful career."

"Do you like Mr. Fu?"

Fu Zhaochen's eyes were full of light. He took out a tissue and wiped the corners of Sheng Yiruo's mouth.

Sheng Yiruo took the paper and said, "Yes, you should have shined brightly in the mall. This is your family mission and your career ideal. You shouldn't give up because of me. Besides, I don't like you to be like that."

Fu Zhaochen held Sheng Yiruo's hand and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you, but I still have time to cook for you."

Sheng Yiruo was so focused on eating wontons that he didn't notice Fu Zhaochen's words.

She nodded slightly and wiped out another small wonton.

Upstairs, the elders watching the two were very pleased.

Nan Yi glanced at the breakfast on the table, "When should we go down for breakfast?"

Fu Chen put his arms around Nan Yi's shoulders and said, "Wait a while, it's cold, I'll heat it up for you."