Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Wen Orange was uncomfortable, tears in both eyes.

She leaned weakly on the sofa, not wanting to move again.

This painful taste really made her a little desperate.

I never knew that pregnancy is such a painful thing... She just knew the greatness of being a mother.

Wen Cheng curled her lips, and suddenly, she missed her mother.

She choked and took out her phone, trying to call Mother Wen.

It's been so long since she was out, she hasn't called Mother Wen yet.

It is estimated that her mother must be very worried about her.

Wen Cheng was a little upset at once, she was really not a filial child.

Mom finally raised her up, but she made her worry about it like this.

Wen Cheng hesitated for a long time, but after all he could not dial the number.

At this time, the door happened to be knocked.

Wen Cheng got up from the sofa, supported her strength, went to the door and unscrewed the door.

I saw that the lady at the front desk came in with a big smile pushing the cart.

"Miss Wen, I asked the chef to make you a bowl of lightly flavored noodles and a side dish with a slightly sour taste... You taste the taste first, if you can eat it, you can eat some..."

"Pregnant people. Don't have an empty stomach, otherwise the baby will also be hungry..."

While talking, the lady at the front desk brought the noodles and side dishes to the coffee table next to the sofa.

Wen Cheng smiled and thanked: "Thank you...then I'm not welcome..."

The lady at the front desk went to pour Wen Cheng a glass of water again, but she heard Wen Cheng's vomiting just as she brought the glass back.

Wen Cheng quickly got up, covered her mouth, and rushed toward the bathroom.

The lady at the front desk frowned slightly, her eyes flashed with worry.

Wen Cheng vomited for a while in the bathroom, and she came out feebly.

Tearfully waved to the lady at the front desk: "I really can't eat it, it tastes good, but I just vomit when I eat..."

The lady at the front desk did not force Wen Cheng, she hurriedly helped Wen Cheng to lie down on the bed.

"It's okay... you take a good rest first, I'll take these out first..."

Wen Cheng nodded, choked up and said thank you.

The lady at the front desk took out the noodles and side dishes again, and Fu Ling waited at the stairs.

Seeing everything pushed out again, he frowned and asked, "She still can't eat?"

"Well, Miss Wen now vomits even after drinking a sip of water. Mr. Fu, I think you should take her to the hospital for a visit..." the lady at the front desk suggested.

Fu Ling was silent for a while, then he took some money and gave it to the lady at the front desk.

The lady at the front desk declined, with a gentle smile: "But it's just a matter of hand, your money, I have a guilty conscience... Mr. Fu, you should hurry up and find a way, take Miss Wen to the hospital..."

Fu Ling nodded and thanked her.

The receptionist smiled and left here.

Fu Ling leaned against the corner, her eyes gloomy on the room with Wen Orange.

He didn't know how long he stood here.

Finally, he made up his mind.

No matter how much Wen Orange hates him or resists him, he must have a good talk with her.

Therefore, Fu Ling tidied his clothes and walked to the door of the room where Wen Cheng was.

He raised his palm and knocked on the door gently.

After waiting for about thirty seconds, Wen Cheng opened the door weakly.

When she saw the person standing at the door, she was a little surprised.

"Fu Ling, why are you here?"