Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Fu Yan had nothing to do at home, thinking about her pregnancy. Now she only told her mother and not anyone else. Ji Lin didn't know yet.

She opened WeChat and sent a message to Ji Lin: [Ji Dehua, what are you doing? 】

A few minutes later, Ji Lin replied to her message: [Watching the football game, do you need help? 】

Fu Yan frowned. Why didn't Ji Lin react? There was no tacit understanding at all.

Just when she was about to show off, she saw that the other party was typing. She didn't know what Ji Lin had lost. She didn't send a message for a long time, but suddenly he sent a voice message.

Fu Yan clicked on it.

Familiar Ji Lin's tone: "I can't even spell out the words. You...couldn't you be pregnant?"

He asked the second half of the sentence carefully.

Fu Yan chuckled, imagining Ji Lin's expression now. She cleared her throat and sent a voice message, "What do you think?"

Ji Lin: [! ! ! 】

Fu Yan quickly replied: [What do you mean? 】

The chat between the two ended here, and Ji Lin did not reply to Fu Yan's messages.

Although Fu Yan didn't have any pregnancy complications after becoming pregnant, she was very forgetful and soon forgot about the matter.

Huo Mingzheng came back in the evening.

Fu Yan came down from upstairs and put his arms around Huo Minzheng's waist, "Thank you for your hard work, husband. Did you vomit today?"

She read on the Internet that pregnant women who had strong reactions during pregnancy especially needed care from their family members. She was unresponsive, so the person who deserved special care was Huo Mingzheng.

It would be better if she didn't mention it. Huo Minzheng felt a little nauseous when she mentioned it. He had been feeling uncomfortable sitting in the car just now and couldn't even get in the documents.

He suppressed the overwhelming feeling of nausea and said, "It's okay."

Cao Fang's eyelids jumped a few times.

He didn't dare to say anything, but the image of Huo Mingzheng temporarily leaving the conference room during an executive meeting and retching in the bathroom flashed in his mind.

Fortunately, he learned to be smart this time and rushed to the bathroom in advance to clear the place. Otherwise, if others heard him, he didn't know what the spread would be.

Huo Mingzheng took Fu Yan's hand and walked inside, "I bought you some sugar water on the way back. Can you have it after dinner?"

"Okay." Fu Yan agreed obediently.

In the evening, Fu Yan specially ordered the kitchen to prepare some delicious and refreshing dishes, all according to Huo Mingzheng's taste.

As a result, Huo Mingzheng only took a few mouthfuls of rice and then stopped using his chopsticks.

Fu Yan felt distressed and fed him personally, so that he managed to eat an extra half bowl of rice.

"How about you remove the sign outside the kitchen? I'll ask Uncle Luo to teach me personally. This time I will definitely not blow up the kitchen." Fu Yan vowed.

How embarrassing it is to hang that sign written by Huo Minzheng there.

The key is, if Huo Minzheng hadn't ordered the sign to be removed, everyone would have thought she had a guilty conscience.

Huo Mingzheng didn't even dare to drink the soup. He picked up the water glass and took a sip of lemonade. "Uncle Luo can't teach you."

"You mean I'm stupid?"

Huo Minzheng coaxed her: "I said he was stupid."

Uncle Luo next to him had his eyebrows beating, okay, he is stupid, he is the stupidest.

After dinner, Fu Yan took Huo Minzheng's hand and walked in the garden to eat.

Huo Mingzheng's fingers passed through her fingers and interlocked with hers. When he thought that their baby would be born in less than a year, and when they were older, they would see the three of them taking a walk after a meal, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly. .

The pain of morning sickness is nothing.

Before going to bed, Fu Yan told Huo Minzheng a joke.

She specifically searched for it on the Internet during the day, thinking that Huo Mingzheng would tell him about it after get off work to make him feel better. She burst into tears with laughter at that time, and she couldn't stop laughing now.

However, Huo Minzheng's smile was too high, and he just looked at her smiling with gentle eyes throughout the whole process.

Fu Yan held his face and kissed him hard on the lips, "Don't look like this, I can almost see the glory of fatherhood in you."

When a woman is pregnant, she has the radiance of motherhood.

"Nonsense." Huo Minzheng said softly.

Fu Yan kissed him again, "You are so painful."

"Is it distressed or just plain painful?" Huo Minzheng was serious.

Fu Yan kissed him again, "It hurts. My heart and eyes are filled with pain for you. Is this enough?"

"That's not enough. Kiss me a few more times." Huo Minzheng pointed to his lips.

Fu Yan snorted, suppressing a smile and said, "You'll die if I don't kiss you!"

With that said, she rushed towards Huo Mingzheng, kissed him hard on the lips, followed his usual way, pried open his lips and teeth, and hooked his tongue. However, her tongue was smaller than his and she couldn't hook him at all.

Her movements were fierce and jerky, but gave people a sense of coquettishness. Huo Minzheng couldn't help but feel weak in his heart, and a small smile overflowed from his throat.

In the end, Fu Yan was turned into a guest by Huo Mingzheng, who held her in his arms and kissed her wantonly.

There was light rain outside the window, and Nancheng ushered in a new cooling, but the room was as warm as spring.

Fu Yan leaned against Huo Minzheng's chest and played with his left hand, "Do you like boys or girls?"

This time Fu Yan asked him.

"Boy." Huo Minzheng answered without thinking.

Fu Yan knew that he was not a patriarchal person, but he was just curious, "Why?"

"Boys resist, but girls I can't bear to part with."

Fu Yan immediately covered his belly and said, "Keep your voice down, don't let him hear it. If it's really a boy, I'll be so sad to hear you say that."

Huo Minzheng grabbed her hand and placed his warm palm on her belly, "My son is very strong."

"Are you sure he is your son?"

"I dreamed about it."

Fu Yan was stunned, "Did you really dream about it?"

Huo Minzheng hummed.

"Why didn't I hear you talk about what happened when?"

Fu Yan was completely intrigued by him. He stood up, knelt on the bed and looked at Huo Mingzheng excitedly.

Seeing her smart eyes staring at him without blinking, Huo Minzheng's eyebrows became gentler.

He said with a half-smile: "I dreamed that a little boy was in our kitchen, standing on a small stool, barely able to reach the stove, cooking. I asked him who he was, but he didn't tell me, so I asked again. Who was he cooking for? He said he was cooking for his mother, because his mother couldn’t cook and could only fry the kitchen.”

Following Huo Mingzheng's words, Fu Yan's expression changed from excitement at first to suspicion, and then his expression gradually dropped, and finally he pounced on Huo Mingzheng, "You lied to me!"

Huo Minzheng smiled and hugged her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Be good, don't make too much noise."

He coaxed softly, and Fu Yan leaned against his chest obediently, hearing him say: "I really hope it's a boy."

From the time Fu Yan met Huo Minzheng until now, he didn't seem to have anything in particular he wanted except her.

Huo Mingzheng grabbed Fu Yan's hand, "This way I can teach him to cook. When I am on a business trip, he can cook for you."

"Stop talking," Fu Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I'm starting to feel sorry for my son."

Although he is still an embryo, he has to bear pressure that he should not bear at his age.

How hard it is to cook.