Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

Little Xingxing pulled Zhuang Mingyue's sleeve. He looked down and saw that Little Xingxing had finished drinking the milk in his hand, and was holding the bottle in his other hand and waving it to indicate that he wanted to drink more.

Zhuang Mingyue glanced at Wang Mei emotionlessly.

After noticing this, Wang Mei immediately came to take him away, and then Zhanyan said out loud this time, "Give me the child."

Wang Mei was stunned for a moment, then handed the child over.

The noisy child, no matter how dishonest he was, was now sitting obediently on Zhan Yan's lap without moving.

Wang Mei brought him some small snacks to eat one by one and let him grind his teeth by himself.

"Let's eat." Zhan Yan held the child with one hand and added her favorite fish to the people next to her with her left hand.

If she didn't accept something, Zhan Yan didn't force it, but pushed it in front of Zhuang Mingyue, "You can open it later and take a look at it. Think of it as a wedding gift from me."

Zhuang Mingyue was silent, not saying a word, and even eating in front of him was quiet.

After we finished eating, the photographer who took the family photo arrived just in time.

What Zhuang Mingyue cares most about is the red spots on her face, "Why does it have to be today? Can't we change the time?"

Zhan Yan took away her hand that was covering her face, "Now there is technology that can remove the red spots on your face. It only takes a few minutes. We will take medicine after the photo is taken."

Zhuang Mingyue calmly distanced herself from him, "Hurry up, I'm dizzy."

The photographer had already set up the scene. Zhuang Mingyue did not change her clothes after being dressed up by the makeup artist for a short period of time. He simply gave her a make-up and sat in front of the arranged scene.

The photographer also knew how to read the eyes of these two people. Seeing their unusual atmosphere, he accelerated the shooting progress.

Just a few photos were taken, and it was over quickly. The photographer sent the finished product to Zhuang Mingyue, "Mrs. Zhan, take a look, are you satisfied?"

Zhuang Mingyue didn't take another look. Instead, she felt nausea in her stomach. She clutched her uncomfortable chest and suddenly rushed to the bathroom, closed the door, and vomited wildly.

Everyone looked at the sound and shadow running away. Before they could react, Zhan Yan was already chasing after him with a frown on his face.

Walking to the bathroom on the first floor, he opened the door. Zhuang Mingyue was squatting beside the toilet and vomiting wildly. All the porridge she had just drank was spat out. Zhan Yan had a worried look on her eyes. He helped her lift up her long hair and gently He stroked her back and said, "You don't feel well, why are you holding on and not saying anything?"

When she recovered, she clutched her chest, with physiological tears in her eyes, "I told you, you didn't care."

The hand on his back stiffened instantly. Zhanyan pressed the toilet to flush away the dirt. Zhuang Mingyue stood up and pushed him away softly, "The filming is done now. I'm going back to my room to rest."

Zhuang Mingyue supported the wall and walked outside step by step. Wang Mei rushed over immediately.

However, there was another makeup artist who looked at Zhuang Mingyue with a smile on her face, "Congratulations, Mrs. Zhan!"

Zhuang Mingyue didn't understand, "Congratulations for what?"

Wang Mei, with her seniority, already knew what the other person was going to say next. She quickly winked at her and shook her head, and the makeup artist quickly reacted.

She said "Ah", "I heard that Mrs. Zhan is getting married today, and I'm here to congratulate her."

"Nothing to congratulate."

After saying that, Zhuang Mingyue was weakly helped upstairs.

Wang Mei breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was also very discerning. Fortunately, she didn't say the word "pregnant".

Otherwise, if my husband hears it, it's not certain whether these people can get out of here alive.

Zhuang Mingyue was indeed uncomfortable, her stomach was tumbling, and her stomach was twitching in pain.

Wang Mei covered her with a quilt and said, "I'll bring you some porridge. It'll be ready soon."

Zhuang Mingyue suddenly grabbed her and said, "Let's change it. I want to eat barbecue."

"Barbecue? Emma, ​​you are not feeling well now, how can you eat such greasy food! No, if Master Zhan knows, I will definitely get scolded."

Zhuang Mingyue was like a weak, sick beauty who would easily fall down when the wind blew.

This New Year is not going to be stable after all.

Zhuang Mingyue: "I just want to taste that taste."

Come back again and celebrate the first New Year.

She will not forget.

After such a long time, Wang Mei heard her rarely make a request, and she couldn't bear to refuse, "Then I will do it now, and I will ensure that you eat the same as what you eat outside."

"it is good."

Wang Mei hurried to prepare the ingredients for barbecue. Zhuang Mingyue didn't like spicy food and rarely kept chili peppers at home.

When I went downstairs, someone was already making porridge in the kitchen.

Wang Mei later remembered that there was no barbecue equipment at home.

She hurriedly called again and asked the driver, Lao Wang, to buy it. Uncle Wang took the money and turned around and told Zhan Yan about it.

In this villa, except Wang Mei, everyone else is a party to the banquet.

As long as it's about Zhuang Ming's monthly affairs, you must get his permission before you can do it.

Just writing about trivial things.

The banquet is never tiring, and I want to know everything in detail.

Zhanyan had just answered the phone and was about to walk into the room to see him.

The driver came over and told her what had happened.

"She wants to eat this?"

"Yes, just now Wang Mei gave me a sum of money to buy something and gave me a list."

With that said, the driver had already handed the written things to Zhan Yan.

When I took a look at the banquet, I saw that they were all ordinary utensils.

His memory is pretty good...

There was no emotion on the man's face, "Just do as she said."

"Okay, Master Zhan."

Zhan Yan took out the wallet in his pocket, took out a few red bills and gave them to him, "Use this money and return the rest to her."

"Yes."

After the driver left, Zhan Yan opened the door. Zhuang Mingyue was sitting on the bed with a book spread out on the bed. She looked at the snow outside the floor-to-ceiling window, her mind was outside, she didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't hear anyone coming.

A beam of light shined from the clouds and fell on her face. Her skin was white and shining, and even the fine fuzz on her face was so clearly visible.

When she was at this house, Zhuang Haisheng's thoughts were always on Zhan Yan, and it was snowing that day just like now.

The wall that could be seen originally has been demolished, except for the date tree that can be seen. Now that the dates are ripe, she only picked them once and never picked them again.

Zhuang Mingyue once remembered that the high-spirited appearance of that young man brought a different feeling to her dull life.

Jiang Ye...actually...Zhuang Mingyue is a very nostalgic person.

She has lived in a different environment than others since she was a child, and she may remember even a small move.

She had considered him a friend a long time ago.

It's just a bit regretful that when he left, I couldn't see him off in person.

Zhuang Mingyue didn't know what was wrong.

She suddenly wanted to eat.

"What are you thinking about?" A voice broke her thoughts.