flashy wedding

Chapter 648 I lost my temper! (2)
Until, there was a soft knock on the door.

The man looked at the girl on the bed worriedly, and after confirming that she would not wake up, he left from the bed and walked over to open the door.

The butler is standing outside.

Song Jincheng motioned him to wait a moment, closed the door and walked out before asking, "What's wrong?"

"Young Madam, are you okay?" the housekeeper asked, lowering his voice on purpose: "There is pork rib soup stewed in the kitchen. Young Madam has not had a good appetite recently, do you need a bowl?"

Song Jincheng thought for a while, then stopped and said, "Forget it, Ji Xiang has already fallen asleep, don't disturb her."

"Hey."

The butler nodded.

Song Jincheng was about to say something when there was a sudden noise in the room.

He hurriedly opened the door, and happened to see Lu Jixiang sitting up from the bed, she seemed to be getting down.

"do not move!"

Song Jincheng strode over, cautiously: "Talk to me if you have anything to say."

Lu Jixiang raised his eyelids, glanced at him lazily, and said, "I want to drink water."

"it is good."

Without further ado, Song Jincheng immediately poured water for her.

In the end, the girl continued to say: "I want to drink sour plum soup!"

The man stopped and looked back at her in surprise: "Sour plum soup?"

"I want to drink now!"

Lu Jixiang didn't care, anyway, she just wanted to drink sour plum soup.

Song Jincheng still maintained a good temper. He walked out, looked back at the girl and said, "Wait a minute, I'll let the kitchen cook it for you."

The butler was still standing at the door. After Song Jincheng walked out, he conveyed the girl's thoughts and added: "Don't let it be cold, just room temperature."

"Yes."

The butler nodded, turned around and walked downstairs quickly.

Song Jincheng stood at the door for a while, and when he returned to the house again, the girl was already lying down.

However, she opened her big eyes and was staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"auspicious?"

Song Jincheng sat by the bed, stroked her hair with his hand, and said softly, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Lu Jixiang shook his head.

After a while, she said, "Song Jincheng, I'm sorry, I lost my temper with you just now."

The emotions of this pregnant woman will never be understood.

However, our lord Song's strategy is to respond to all changes with the same!

"It's okay." He shook his head slightly, looking at the tenderness in the girl's eyes: "I know you are suffering, if venting is useful, you can vent it to me, you can do whatever you want, as long as you don't hurt yourself Just fine."

Having said that, Song Jincheng leaned over and kissed her forehead again, and continued: "Jixiang, promise me, never give up!"

Hearing this, Lu Jixiang couldn't help rolling his eyes, and said, "Look at what you said, I'm already pregnant with a child, so even if I want to give up, I can't help it, right?"

Song Jincheng just smiled and didn't say much.

Lu Jixiang was a little depressed: "How long will I have to vomit? Song Jincheng, you know so many doctors, can't there be any one who can help me? My throat is so uncomfortable, it hurts like a fire every time."

Morning sickness is a necessary course for almost every pregnant woman. Even if Hua Tuo is alive, there is probably nothing to do about it.

However, this cannot be said.

Lu Jixiang's mood has changed recently, if she hears this, maybe something will happen.

"Okay, I'll ask the doctor to show you tomorrow."

Song Jincheng followed her words and said that as long as the demands were not excessive, he was willing to satisfy her.

"Song Jincheng!"

After a few seconds, Lu Jixiang spoke again.

"Well, I'm here!" Song Jincheng replied with a good temper, looking at her with a smile.

"Give me your hand." Lu Jixiang said.

Song Jincheng stretched out his hand, handed it to her, and said, "You don't mean to bite me, do you?"

"I'm not that boring!"

Lu Jixiang glared at him, curled his lips, took his hand, and placed it on his still flat belly.

"Song Jincheng, why is my stomach still so flat?" She asked: "The last time I talked with my mother on the phone, she said that when she was pregnant with me, her stomach was showing in three months, but look at me, It's been flat until now, as if nothing happened!"

This is her worry!

Song Jincheng felt like a warm current flowed through his heart, and he explained: "Every pregnant woman has a different physique, be good, don't worry, you are only two months old now, it's still early."

"is it?"

Lu Jixiang wrinkled his nose.

As the saying goes, the authorities are obsessed but the bystanders are clear.

In the early stages of her pregnancy, Lu Jixiang had specially crammed books on pregnancy, and she understood what Song Jincheng said, but when this kind of thing happened to her, she would inevitably think about other things.

"Okay, don't think wildly, have you forgotten what the doctor said again?" Song Jincheng covered her with the quilt while talking: "Sleep a little longer, huh?"

"Can't sleep!"

Lu Jixiang replied, looking at him: "I want to drink sour plum soup!"

Well, she's been thinking about it all the time.

"Okay, I'll go downstairs and have a look. How about you lie down and rest for a while?" Song Jincheng looked at her and asked.

"En." Lu Jixiang nodded.

Song Jincheng was very satisfied: "Good boy."

After finishing speaking, he got up and went downstairs.

Right now, the kitchen is busy. Where can I find sour plums in autumn?

The housekeeper is on the phone, urgently adjusting the sour plums from other places, but no matter what, it always takes process and time.

After Song Jincheng learned of the situation, he was very worried. What if the girl started to lose her temper again?
In the end, a servant suddenly suggested, "How about using lemons instead of sour plums?"

"How can this work?" Hearing this, the housekeeper disagreed: "The taste of sour plum and lemon is too different, and the young lady will know it as soon as she drinks it, no, no, this is absolutely not possible."

But the servant explained: "Generally pregnant women like to eat sour. In fact, the young lady doesn't really want to drink sour plum soup. She just wants to eat some sour food?"

"Really?"

The butler was dubious.

Finally, he submitted this suggestion to Song Jincheng.

After some deliberation, the man decided to adopt it.

As a result, Lu Jixiang was quite satisfied, drinking the sour lemon juice, he was so satisfied that his eyes narrowed into slits.

In this way, Song Jincheng was relieved.

Pregnant women are not easy to serve!

"Song Jincheng, come over and have a taste!"

Lu Jixiang smiled happily and kept waving at the man.

(End of this chapter)