Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Mu Yun deeply felt out his mobile phone and said, "when did it turn off? Maybe it's out of power."

Feng Yin snorted coldly, "what's the use of saying that now? Let's get the soup out quickly and give it to Xiaoxiao. There's no eyesight at all. "

President Mu, who was roared like a grandson by his mother, didn't dare to say a word. He quickly turned to open the lunch box, and a strong fragrance filled the whole ward in a moment.

He was stunned, "did you make it at home?"

"Or you could have done it?" Feng Yin knows that Tang Xiao lives in the hospital. She is so scared that she doesn't sleep well all night. She is afraid that something might happen to her baby daughter-in-law and her baby grandson. She has been worried for more than ten hours. Now she looks at her wise and powerful son and feels that everything is not pleasing to her eyes.

Mu Yunshen kneaded his forehead helplessly and said nothing, "Xiaoxiao just ate it."

"What did you eat?"

"Porridge. I went out in the morning to buy it."

"How can that work?" Feng Yin anxiously kicked Mu Yun's deep calf, "Xiaoxiao, in the special period now, the body is empty, so we have to make up for it! The things outside are not clean... Really, you don't know anything. Such a big man won't hurt his wife at all! "

Mu Yun deep smile, "I don't love her, I almost hold her to the top of the head for."

"Don't be a liar!" After teaching her son, Feng Yin's face suddenly eased down, holding Tang Xiao's hand with a little worry, and said, "smile, or you'd better go back to your old house, and I'll take care of you. I'm really worried about giving it to this smelly boy!"

Mu Yun deep speechless, "Mom, this is my wife, that belly is pregnant with my child, I know, you are afraid I treat her hard?"

"Why are you everywhere?" Feng Yin yells, "where's the soup? Where's the soup? It's a long way to get soup. There's a lot to talk about! "

Mu Yunshen gave her the soup and pretended to have a headache to cover her ears. "I said," Mom, what's the matter with you today? This voice has caught up with Bel canto. It's definitely my dad's loss if you don't become a singer. "

"Screw you!" Feng Yin took the small bowl, carefully closed the eyebrows, the soup floating on the surface of a little oil droplets blow, this just scooped a spoonful to Tang Xiao mouth.

Although she is a pregnant woman, Tang Xiao, who has never been treated like this, still feels that she is not used to it. She slightly red face to pick up, "Mom, I'll do it myself."

Feng Yin glanced at her and said angrily, "how can that work?"?! You see, your hands are cold. Come on, cover the quilt

"Ma..."

"Be obedient

Seeing Feng Yin's face a little uneasy, Tang Xiao had to withdraw his hand and drink a mouthful of soup quietly.

Feng Yin only alleviated the eyebrow. "That's right. When you have a body, you have to eat something warm and nutritious. This soup, please drink it. I stewed it last night and stewed all night. This essence is in the soup..."

Tang Xiao drank two spoonfuls meekly, feeling a little nauseous. She frowned. "Mom, what kind of soup is this?"

Feng Yin sees her face a little bit bad, Leng a way, "... Chicken soup, how?"

"It's OK," Tang Xiao said with a hard swallow. "I just feel a little sick in my stomach."

"No," Feng Yin was a little puzzled. Looking down at the bowl of soup, she murmured in a low voice, "I added Cordyceps sinensis to it. How much can it smell fishy? This morning, I skimmed out the oil. I shouldn't feel greasy..."

Tang Xiao is afraid that Feng Yin thinks more about something and feels bad. He smiles reluctantly. "It's OK. Maybe I don't have a good appetite these two days." Say, she took the hand of Feng Yin to send to oneself front, again sipped a mouthful.

With this mouthful, she clearly felt a strong bloody gas coming up from her stomach along the esophagus, mixed with an indescribable taste, like the musty smell of food piled up in the warm and humid environment for a long time. She bent down, turned her head, grabbed a corner of the bedside cabinet, and vomited violently.

Feng Yin was startled. She put down the bowl in a panic and said, "what's the matter?" The first thought in her mind was that the soup was broken.

It shouldn't be.

Mu Yun, with deep eyes and quick hands, rushed over and held Tang Xiao's body. His big hand gently followed her thin back. "It's OK, mom. It's like this all the time. It's not Tang Xiao's fault."

How long has it been like this