Waiting for you at the place where you are reborn

Things that she had never dared to think about before, she now does with ease, and I still break out in a cold sweat when I think about it.

He didn't know who Yao Hong was, but judging from Yao Anyu's outfit and personality, his father must not be a simple character.

According to He Feng, Song Simiao is a good friend of his father and also a good friend of He Feng. Why does Du Qingqing always want to learn about the Zhang family from Yao Hong and Song Simiao?

He had given up, but Du Qingqing was still so persistent in finding the truth for him.

Fang Zheng felt guilty, as he always owed Du Qingqing a lot.

After getting off the plane, I took a taxi to the hotel.

As soon as he rang the doorbell, Ruan Xiaojing opened the door, threw herself into his arms, and said excitedly, "You're finally here."

Fang Zheng hugged Ruan Xiaojing, and finally felt relieved. He finally arrived by her side.

"What are you busy with? What's the emergency?" Ruan Xiaojing looked at him innocently, "I thought you couldn't come to the meeting."

Fang Zheng gently rubbed her shoulders, "The department's affairs have been dealt with. The meeting is minor, I am mainly here to take care of you."

Ruan Xiaojing raised her eyes and looked at Fang Zheng. "You hung up before I could finish my call this afternoon. When I called again, your phone was turned off."

Fang Zheng coughed to cover it up, "My phone just ran out of battery at that time."

Ruan Xiaojing smiled and dragged him to the table to sit down. "I was afraid you didn't have time to eat dinner, so I ordered food for you."

"You've thought of this very carefully." Fang Zheng sat on a chair, looking at the soup, dishes and rice on the table. Although he had no appetite, he felt very happy. He took Ruan Xiaojing, who was standing beside him, into his arms, put his head on her slightly bulging belly and said, "Just take care of yourself."

Ruan Xiaojing lowered her eyes and looked at him: "Then you should eat quickly. It was just delivered a while ago, and it's still hot."

Fang Zheng took out chopsticks from the bag and asked, "What did you eat?"

"I ate a lot." Ruan Xiaojing sat down on the stool next to Fang Zheng and looked at him with curved eyebrows. "I went to an old store with Researcher Zhang and had shrimp dumplings, barbecued pork buns, rice rolls, and pigeon. I also drank a bowl of ginger milk."

"Is it delicious?" Fang Zheng was particularly happy to see her satisfied look.

"It's delicious. It would be even more delicious if you were here." Ruan Xiaojing said coquettishly, "I love hearing you introduce the ingredients and meaning of each dish to me the most."

Fang Zheng picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth. "You didn't vomit, did you?"

Ruan Xiaojing shook her head, "I didn't vomit."

"After three months, be careful not to eat too much high-sugar and high-fat food, for fear of raising blood lipids and blood sugar. It seems that a glucose tolerance test will be required during the prenatal checkup next month."

"Okay - got it." Ruan Xiaojing stared at Fang Zheng, smiling and speaking in a soft voice.

Fang Zheng took a few bites of food, turned around and asked her, "Why are you staring at me?"

"I like you, so I just want to see you." Ruan Xiaojing said, leaning her head on Fang Zheng's shoulder, "Dad and uncle just called me. I didn't tell them that you weren't with me, so don't let them know if they ask about you."

"Okay." Fang Zheng reached out and gently rubbed her head which was resting on his shoulder, "But this kind of meeting will only happen once during the pregnancy."

"I'll listen to you." Ruan Xiaojing smiled, but her eyes were attracted by his hand. She picked up his wrist and asked, "What's wrong with your hand? Why is there blood?"

Fang Zheng hastily pulled his hand back, having already thought of an excuse in his mind, "I went to the workshop at noon, and the master was repairing a machine, and I got hit by it."

Ruan Xiaojing dragged his hand in front of her to examine it carefully, feeling a sharp pain in her heart. "There are bruises all over the wrist. It doesn't look like it was hit by the machine. How come both hands were hit? Did you apply any medicine?"

Fang Zheng pulled his hand back again and comforted her, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt, it's just a minor injury, it will heal in a day or two."

Ruan Xiaojing looked at him with a hint of blame, "You can't repair the machine, why do you want to do it?"

"Just lending a hand." Fang Zheng patted her shoulder and immediately changed the subject, saying, "Go to bed and lie down. Your waist will feel uncomfortable if you sit like this for a long time. I'll finish my meal and take a shower."

"Oh." Ruan Xiaojing's focus was still on Fang Zheng's hands. She stood up and walked to the closet, took out Fang Zheng's pajamas from the suitcase, and said to him, "I put your pajamas on the bed, and I hung your formal suit for tomorrow's meeting in the closet, and your leather shoes are on the shoe rack."

"Okay, thank you." Fang Zheng turned around and saw the clothes and shoes. No matter whether he was attending a meeting or on a business trip, Ruan Xiaojing always arranged his clothes in an orderly manner. He never had to worry about what shirt to match with which pants and which shoes.

While waiting for Fang Zheng to take a shower, Ruan Xiaojing sat on the bed, turned on her computer and looked at tomorrow's meeting agenda. Based on the questions she wanted to know, she prepared some data and information to ask questions on site or communicate with on-site personnel.

She waited until Fang Zheng came out of the bathroom before turning off the computer. She looked at him with a pair of charming eyes and said, "Sit on the bed. I'll wipe your hair."

Fang Zheng handed the towel to Ruan Xiaojing, picked up his phone to check the time, frowned and said, "Why are you staying up late again? It's already eleven thirty and you're still looking at the computer."

Ruan Xiaojing said softly, "I was waiting for you, and I watched it by the way." Then she stood up, stared at his hand and asked, "Does it hurt when your hand gets wet?

"It doesn't hurt." Fang Zheng pinched his wrist and said with a smile, "It will heal after a while."

Ruan Xiaojing wrapped his hair in a bath towel and rubbed it in her hands, saying, "Use a hair dryer to blow it. I'm afraid you'll have a headache tomorrow morning."

Fang Zheng shook his head, "Forget it, my face still itches when I use a hair dryer."

Ruan Xiaojing smiled and asked, "Is this a psychological or physiological effect?"

"A little bit of both. When I was a kid, I burned my skin while playing with a hair dryer. It left a psychological scar on me. Every time I blow dry my hair, my face always feels itchy."

"Then I'll rub you more, and then go to sleep when you're half dry."

Fang Zheng hugged her gently, with his hands just placed on her belly. He stroked back and forth, feeling the wonder of life and experiencing the inheritance of life. Beside him were his wife and unborn child. He felt particularly peaceful and contented, and the tension of the day was completely relaxed at this moment.

Ruan Xiaojing slowly bent her head to his neck, crossed her hands in front of his neck, and whispered in his ear: "Honey, your back is so sexy."

Fang Zheng looked at her sideways. Her eyes were hazy and her face was flushed. He squinted his eyes and asked her, "Comrade Xiaojing, what are you thinking about?"

Ruan Xiaojing complained in a delicate voice: "You haven't held me to sleep for two months."

Fang Zheng curved his lips and said, "It's a special period, I'm afraid of making mistakes."

Ruan Xiaojing put her lips to his ear and said in a soft voice, "The doctor said it will be ok in three months."

Fang Zheng turned sideways and stared at her. "Did the doctor say that? Why don't I remember it?"

Ruan Xiaojing leaned on his shoulder and shook him gently, "Hate it - do you want it or not?"