After dinner, Rong Jingcheng was reading in the study, and Feng Muyan was watching "Cat and Mouse" with her tablet in her arms.
"It's so funny!" She smiled and didn't forget to glance at the guy from the corner.
"Feng Muyan, be quiet."
The man didn't lift his head either, and faintly said.
"Whoever feels noisy should leave, I won't leave anyway."
Rong Jingcheng frowned, picked up the book, and strode away from the study.
When Fu Nuan went upstairs and returned to the room, he saw Feng Muyan still lying on the sofa.
"Mu Yan, it's so late, why don't you go back to the room to rest?"
"Mother Rong, I will make my home in the study tonight!" She added: "I'll go to bed soon!"
"Isn't this a nonsense! How can you sleep here with your child?"
Fu Nuan said earnestly: "I know that you are still young. It is a bit early to give birth at this age, but since the child is here, we should have the knowledge of motherhood and protect him. For him to bear with him for a few months. You can do whatever you want."
Feng Muyan twitched her mouth, "Mother Rong, I don't need to eat snacks, but... I just don't like his attitude very much."
"My son, I still don't know, don't look at him showing an indifferent appearance, but in fact, it is you who care most in my heart."
"Really? But I just thought he didn't care about me at all..."
Fu Nuan leaned into Feng Muyan's ear, "Want to know if he doesn't care about you, it's not easy."
"Mother Rong has a way?"
A few minutes later.
Fu Nuan went to the bedroom and said, "Jingcheng, if you make Mu Yan angry, she will sleep in the study tonight, saying that she will sleep with you in a separate room these days."
"I have asked the servant to prepare a pillow for her, but I really want her to sleep on the sofa..."
Fu Nuan stopped in the middle of speaking, and the rest... Someone understands.
At the moment the door closed, Rong Jingcheng's eyes darkened a little, and his dark-black pupils were covered with a secret layer.
…
In the dark study, Feng Muyan tossed and couldn't sleep.
At this moment, a very clear voice came from the quiet study room—
The door was opened!
Rong Jingcheng saw the little woman's cicada-wing-like eyelashes constantly shaking with the light that penetrated from outside.
Oh, pretending to sleep again.
"Willful ghost."
Rong Jingcheng picked up the person and walked back to the bedroom, Feng Muyan took the opportunity to put his arms around his neck, "Husband, I know you care about me."
"Little liar, pretend to sleep."
…
The next day, the Rongshi Group.
Yun Xiaoxiao came in with a pile of documents.
"Put it here."
Feng Muyan looked up and saw that Yun Xiaoxiao's eyes were almost catching up with the dark circles of the national treasure.
"What's wrong with you, don't you have a rest?"
"No. I didn't finish other work last night, so I added a little shift."
"What job?"
"It's the urgent task for Team Leader Liang, so..."
"When did she arrange the task for you?"
"yesterday afternoon."
Feng Muyan looked serious, "You are my assistant now, and I will arrange your work. You don't need to listen to other people's dispatch, this is not within your scope of work."
"I don't want to conflict with people, so... it's good."
Feng Muyan didn't understand Yun Xiaoxiao's magical brain circuit.
…
When it was lunch time, Comrade Feng Muyan consciously went to the president's office.
In order to ensure the nutritional balance of pregnant women, Fu Nuan asked his servants to deliver meals to the company at noon every day.
The little woman frowned, why are there carrots in every dish
She picked up the chopsticks and finally "cleaned" the carrots. The man "untimely" pushed the bowl full of carrots in front of her.
"Carrots can supplement vitamins and dietary fiber, don't waste it."
"I didn't eat carrots before..."
"Huh?" The corner of Rong Jingcheng's lips unconsciously evoked a seemingly nonexistent smile, and said faintly: "Eat well and rest here in the afternoon. When I finish my work, I will take you to the checkup."
Obstetrics
Yes, she is also entering the month beginning with the word "three".
"After three months, I don't need to drink tonic soup anymore. I don't want to drink it anymore."
Mother Rong mentioned that this tonic soup was drunk in the first three months of pregnancy. When this time comes, doesn't it mean that her era of tonic soup is over
It’s just that after three months can I not drink tonic soup? Oh, what this little Nizi thinks is so simple.