Mr.President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Wencheng is uncomfortable, and her eyes are full of tears.

She leaned weakly on the sofa and didn't want to move any more.

This kind of pain really made her despair.

It's never so painful to be pregnant Only then did she know the greatness of being a mother.

Wen orange curled her lips. Suddenly, she missed her mother.

She choked, took out her cell phone and wanted to call wenmu.

It's been a long time since she came out. She hasn't called her mother yet.

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

Wen Cheng is a little annoyed. She is not a filial child.

Mother is not easy to raise her, but she let her mother worry about it.

Wen Cheng hesitated for a long time, but he still couldn't dial the number.

The door happened to be knocked at this time.

Wen orange got up from the sofa, supported her strength, went to the door and twisted open the door.

Then, the front desk lady pushed the cart and came in with a smile.

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

"Pregnant people. You can't have an empty stomach, or the baby will be hungry too... "

While talking, the receptionist brought the noodles and side dishes to the tea table beside the sofa.

Wen Cheng said with a smile: "thank you Then I'm not welcome... "

The front desk lady went to pour a glass of water for Wencheng. Unexpectedly, she just brought the glass back and heard Wencheng vomit.

Wen Cheng quickly gets up, covers her mouth and rushes to the bathroom.

The front desk lady frowned slightly, and her eyes flashed a little worried.

Wencheng is in the bathroom. She vomites for a long time. She comes out feebly.

Tearfully, he waved his hand to the receptionist: "I really can't eat it. It tastes good, but I just spit after eating it..."

Miss orange was forced to lie on the front desk, and Miss Wen didn't even help her.

"It doesn't matter You have a good rest first, I'll take these out first... "

Wen orange nodded, choked and said thank you.

The front desk lady takes out the noodles and side dishes again. Fu Ling is waiting at the stairway.

When he saw that everything was pushed out again, he frowned and asked, "she still can't eat it?"

"Well, Miss Wen will vomit even if she drinks a mouthful of water. Mr. Fu, I think you'd better take her to the hospital... " The receptionist suggested.

Fu Ling was silent for a long time, and then he took some money and gave it to the receptionist.

The front desk lady declined and said with a gentle smile: "it's just a matter of lifting a finger. I feel guilty when I take your money Mr. Fu, you'd better hurry up and take Miss Wen to the hospital... "

Fu Ling nodded and said thanks to her.

The receptionist left with a smile.

Fu Ling leans against the corner of the wall, the room with dark eyes and warm orange.

He didn't know how long he was standing here.

In the end, he made up his mind.

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

So, Fu Ling tidied up his clothes and went to the door where Wen orange was.

He raised his hand and tapped on the door.

After waiting for about 30 seconds, Wen Cheng opened the door weakly.

When she saw the man standing at the door, her eyes flashed a little surprised.

"Fu Ling, why are you here?"