I go north, you go south

Ling Bei raised his eyebrows and suddenly pointed the topic at Nan Zishu.

"Hey, you're going to bite me back?"

Nan Zishu was obviously dissatisfied with Ling Bei's words: "For someone like me, if I tell someone I'm married, do you think there will be people chasing after me?"

"President Lingda, can you be more realistic?"

"It's a strong possibility in my mind."

Ling Bei said seriously: "Our Shushu is doing so well. I think the current situation is all due to my quick and accurate actions."

"So there is still a long way to go for future prevention work."

"Is this 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'?" Nan Zishu teased with a smile.

Ling Bei raised his eyebrows: "It can also be counted."

But the answer Nan Zishu saw in his eyes was not entirely true.

Ling Bei quietly hooked Nan Zishu's little finger, then stood up: "Okay, get ready to eat."

He turned around and turned off the heat with ease, then put three dishes and one porridge on the table.

Lingbei cooked shrimp porridge today.During this period, Nan Zishu was almost tired of drinking red date porridge and peanut porridge in order to replenish his blood.

So he specially gave her a change of taste today.

“Finally I can stop drinking red date porridge all the time!”

Nan Zishu's eyes lit up the moment he saw the shrimp porridge.

Ling Bei seemed to have anticipated her reaction, and served her a large bowl with a smile.

"It's not enough to fill."

"Thanks husband!"

"When you know how to call people, call more."

"It's a beautiful idea... um."

Before Nan Zishu finished speaking, his stomach suddenly felt turbulent.

She subconsciously covered her mouth.

"what happened?"

Ling Bei quickly stood up and walked to Nan Zishu, raising his hand to help her carry it.

"It's okay..." Nan Zishu was about to wave her hands, but when she smelled the shrimp porridge, she felt sour again, and she couldn't help but run straight to the bathroom.

After retching at the sink for a while, Nan Zishu reluctantly stood up while holding on to the sink.

Ling Bei hurriedly handed her a handkerchief.

Unconsciously, his brows knitted into a straight line.

Nan Zishu raised her head and looked at the mirror in front of her, looking at her pale face inside. She was dazed for a moment.

"Shu Shu..."

Ling Bei silently touched Nan Zishu's shoulder and asked in a low voice: "Are you..."

"pregnant?"

Nan Zishu: "!!!"

"No way...my aunt just came here at the beginning of the month..."

Nan Zishu's eyes began to wander.

"But for more than half a month...there were...many times between us."

Ling Bei also began to feel a little at a loss for a while: "And if I remember correctly, we may have forgotten to take measures once during your fertile period."

The atmosphere gradually became stagnant.

After a long silence, Nan Zishu smiled first: "Let's go to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow. It's not a big deal."

"We are already married, isn't it only a matter of time?"

"If it really happens, wouldn't it be a good thing?"

Nan Zishu's comfort did not make Ling Bei feel much relieved. He raised his hand and hugged the girl into his arms, his voice hoarse: "I'm sorry, I was too careless."

"You are not in good health right now and are not suitable for pregnancy. If you do get pregnant, you will have to suffer again."

"There is no one who is not guilty of pregnancy."

Nan Zishu hugged him back gently, pretending to be relaxed and said: "And it's not necessarily true, it might just be a false alarm."

"I don't think our shooting percentage is that high."

"You also said that I am not in good health and may not be able to conceive easily at all."