Thorny First Marriage

To my surprise, I was still lying flat on the bed. Sang Shixi put the medicine bottle back to the bedside table after reading the manual. Then he turned and walked to the door, throwing a light word: "I asked Xiaojin to send some porridge for you."

I appreciate him as long as he doesn't send Bai Ling.

I'm surprised that he should be so calm.

It's not that he doesn't give him face at all, but now he's begging me to eat, so it's not my character to let go of this opportunity without asking for anything.

He did not mind the appearance of the spoon firmly on my lips.

"Yes, forty." In fact, I'm talking nonsense. His appearance is just like that of a man in his twenties or twenties. It's just that he's too unsmiling and too cold-blooded. It's easy for people to misunderstand his age.

"Why, I look old?"

"You're only thirty-one?" I squinted at him.

"Thirty one."

"How old are you this year?" I suddenly found that I didn't know him very well. I knew myself and the enemy well and won a hundred battles.

If he wasn't handsome, I'd like to shake the bottom of his shoes.

He seems to smile rather than smile. Every time he looks like this, I would rather have his face paralyzed.

"Didn't you eat well in front of the whole family last time?"

"I'm not used to being fed."

I know that in his eyes, I am a carrier of his child. When I give birth to my child and the feeding period is over, even if I starve to death, he will not care about me.

He stood in front of me and looked at me for a moment. Suddenly he sat beside me, took my bowl, scooped up a spoonful of soup and handed it to my mouth: "drink it."

In a bad mood, I used chopsticks to poke the old pigeon in the soup bowl like honeycomb briquette.

He picked me up very easily and put me on the sofa in the living room. The food on the tea table in front of him was fragrant.

When I don't want to eat, he can still give me water.

His face is expressionless. I always hate facial paralysis. I don't know why this kind of facial paralysis is so popular in the Internet and romantic dramas recently.

"You have to eat if you are not hungry. It's for the children in your stomach, not for your appetite."

"I'm not hungry."

"Get up and eat." Pull out the tea brocade and put it on the pillow

I don't know why it's not so exciting.

I thank him for swearing at me.

"If you go on sleeping like this, you'll probably have bedsores."

I turned over and went back to sleep.

I became a pig in his description.

The difference between his height and that of Sang Qi was very small, which made people confused.

I opened my eyes and sang Shixi, who is 1.87 meters tall, stood in front of my bed, which can be described as towering.

"It's a drop in the ocean compared to what you usually eat."

"Ha." I hummed: "when you fast, you drink two bowls of porridge and a bowl of soup a day?"

"Listen to Xiao Jin, do you fast?"

In the evening, sang Shixi came back. Xiaojin followed him, holding the dinner tray in his hand. I closed my eyes after a look.

In fact, I've been well for a long time. My stomach doesn't hurt at all, but I'm just too lazy to get out of bed, go out and see people.

I lay quietly in bed, I didn't eat much at lunch, and I didn't have much appetite for dinner.

Her room is next door, and she doesn't need to be sent.

He Xiangu glared at me and left.

I closed my eyes and cried out to Xiaojin: "send the second young granny out."

He Xiangu couldn't sit still. She stood up from her chair and glared at me in front of my bed.

How she let sang Qi willingly go to honeymoon with her, she knew very well.

Sang Qi doesn't love me, I know, but sang Qi hates he Xiangu, she also knows.

He Xiangu's eyes were as wide as a bell. I think I poked her in the pain. I'm afraid that's what she was most worried about.

"Of course, you should be optimistic about your husband in case he escapes."

"What is it?" She looked at me for some reason.

"Do you know what's the most important preparation before you go out for your honeymoon?"

Why did she come here

I waved to her to come closer to me.

Who knows how he Xiangu got them to go on their honeymoon.

Even if I was jealous, I would not let her see it.

She looked at me with pity, as if she thought I couldn't eat grapes. She thought I couldn't go, so she was jealous of her.

"Now the nouveau riche are going to Maldives." I told her with a sneer: "if you meet a few coal diggers over there, you can gather a table of mahjong."

Sure enough, when she saw that I didn't speak, she took the initiative to tell me: "a Qi is usually very busy with work and has no time for vacation, so we are going to Maldives to enjoy our life."

"Oh." I answered very lightly, and didn't ask her where she was going. I knew I would say it without asking her, but I just didn't ask, suffocating her.What does she think I'll do when I hear that? Would you jump around in bed in anger? She thought I was her?

"Honeymoon." She threw me three words leisurely, and then looked at my face.

"You're going to die tomorrow?" That's good news.

"You won't see me tomorrow." There seemed to be a smug smile on her lips.

"I'll be fine when I see you. You can go." I said.

"I heard you were ill. I'll come to see you." She raised one eye and continued to polish her nails.

I couldn't stand it, so I opened my eyes and gouged out her: "brother and daughter-in-law, what's the matter?"

I pretended to be asleep and kept my eyes closed, but aunt he sat by my bed and polished her nails with a nail clipper. I was really upset to hear that.

Unfortunately, she came to my room to see me.

Lying in bed is especially quiet. I eat and drink when I lie down, and I don't need to see sang Qi and he Xiangu.

I think she should at least come to my room and have a look at me, but she doesn't even want to do it.

But sang Shixi's mother, Mrs. big sang, I haven't even seen her hair in bed these three days.

Every day Mrs. sang would watch me in her room, and sometimes she would stew some tonic for me that she thought was good for her stomach.

Lying in bed, you don't have to go anywhere. Naturally, you don't have to see the people coming and going from the mulberry family.

In addition to the stomachache when a little sad, the rest of the time I think it is also very good.

So I lay in bed for three days, stomach pain tossed for a while, also slowly no pain.

He thinks that my mother is too big to take the medicine that is not good for my children for the sake of temporary pleasure.

I wonder if Sashi knew I was lying to him.

I pushed his hand away and said, "dinner is OK. I'm going on my honeymoon."

He was slightly surprised: "where to go?"

"Maldives."