Mo Wenchu's words were somewhat tentative.

Gu Jue could naturally hear it. He noticed the empty water glass in Mo Wenchu's hand, stood up and poured her a glass of lemon juice, and then replied unhurriedly, "I'm done with my work. I'll concentrate on it next."

Stay with you at home."

"Ah?" Mo Wenchu ​​was so surprised that she almost couldn't hold the chopsticks in her hands, "What did you say?"

"I said I would stay with you at home."

Mo Wenchu:??

"What? Isn't this good?"

Mo Wenchu ​​finally came to her senses, nodded and said, "Okay, that's really great."

Due to changes in hormone levels during pregnancy, pregnant women are also prone to mood swings.

In the past, Mo Wenchu ​​felt a little disappointed when she ignored Gu Jue, but now that she heard that Gu Jue wanted to stay at home with her, Mo Wenchu ​​was not too happy.

Mo Wenchu ​​didn't know if this change in her mood was due to hormone problems, but she quickly turned her attention to the steaming hot pot.

Because of the child in their belly, Mo Wenchu ​​and Gu Jue were able to sit down and chat calmly again. During the process, Mo Wenchu ​​realized that Gu Jue had not called her during this period, but he knew the situation at home very well.

Then I thought about it, all the servants in this house were arranged by Gu Jue. Whether it was a big or small matter at home, as long as Gu Jue was willing to understand, someone would naturally tell him.

Mo Wenchu ​​had a rare appetite tonight, and most of the hot-pot dishes on the table quickly disappeared. However, Gu Jue still lacked interest in spicy food like hot pot. He didn't seem to be sitting at the table to taste the food, but to taste the food.

It was to "serve" Mo Wenchu.

Mo Wenchu ​​only needs to take a look at the food in front of her, and the next second the ingredients will be put into the pot by Gu Jue. When the optimal cooking time comes, Gu Jue will thoughtfully put them into the bowl for Mo Wenchu.

The resentment towards Gu Jue for many days was completely gone because of this hot pot meal. Mo Wenchu ​​had eaten and drank enough, and leaned on the chair and burped regardless of her appearance. After that, she smiled at Gu Jue with a guilty conscience.

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Gu Jue raised his knuckled hand and brushed away the broken hair around her ears, "Are you sleepy?"

The voice no longer had the chill of the past, and was filled with tenderness in the coldness. However, the tenderness was just right and did not make people feel greasy.

Mo Wenchu's chest beat erratically. Intrigued by this emotion, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips and responded in a low voice, "Yeah."

Being led upstairs by Gu Jue, Mo Wenchu's head was dizzy and she was sent to the bathroom in a daze.

In the hot air, an ambiguous atmosphere spreads.

When all this was over and Mo Wenchu's brain returned to reason again, she was already firmly trapped in Gu Jue's arms.

His palms were covered with a thin layer of calluses, and he was gently stroking Mo Wenchu's shoulders.

Mo Wenchu ​​recalled the scene just now and bit her lower lip, secretly blaming hormones as the culprit of all this.

The light in the room was turned off by the person behind him, and the sound of the other person's shallow breathing echoed in his ears.

Mo Wenchu's insomnia for many days finally turned around tonight.

After sleeping until about three o'clock in the morning, when Mo Wenchu ​​climbed out of bed with difficulty, the expression on her face showed a deep sense of frustration.

There is no other reason than that morning sickness is the most excruciating time of the day.

Thinking that she would experience the unbearable pain again in half an hour, Mo Wenchu ​​irritably covered herself with a quilt, adhering to the principle that as long as she didn't get up, morning sickness would leave her and continue to curl up in bed.

Just procrastinating for a long time is not the solution to the problem. Mo Wenchu ​​soon felt the feeling of hunger. She tossed and turned, hesitating whether to get up and eat something, when the door of the master bedroom was pushed open.

What came in at the same time as Gu Jue was the aroma of food.

Mo Wenchu ​​was attracted by the aroma and sat up, "What does it smell like? It smells so good."

“Seafood Ravioli.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the steaming hot wontons were served.

Mo Wenchu's eyes lit up and she almost took the chopsticks from Gu Jue's hand, "Did you cook it?"

"Um."

"It smells good, but the packaging method is a bit ugly."

The air became silent, and Mo Wenchu ​​noticed something strange. She raised her eyes to meet Gu Jue's gaze and asked softly, "Who made these wontons?"

"I."

A simple word almost caused Mo Wenchu ​​to die on the spot.

She pursed her lips and was thinking about how to make up for it, but Gu Jue pushed the glass bowl with wontons in front of her, "Try it."

Gu Jue seemed to have no intention of pursuing the matter, and Mo Wenchu ​​began to eat wontons calmly.

"Accompany me to attend a dinner party tonight." Gu Jue sat quietly aside and said slowly as the bowl of wontons was about to bottom out.

Mo Wenchu ​​nodded, "Okay."

Although she and Gu Jue have reached a consensus that they will not continue to pursue the grudges of the previous generation for the sake of the child in their belly, but no matter what, that matter seems to be an insurmountable gap between Gu Jue and Mo Wenchu. , now the two of them appear to be harmonious and respectful to each other, but every word and sentence is filled with caution and prudence, for fear of breaking the peaceful situation with every word or action.

Just like Mo Wenchu, she actually didn't want to go to any dinner party, but she still happily agreed. This was actually just to cater to Gu Jue.

In her mind, she was thinking about which dress to wear when attending the dinner. However, there was a turbulent feeling in her stomach again. When that feeling was about to reach its peak, Mo Wenchu ​​flew out of bed and almost He broke open the bathroom door.

When she walked out of the bathroom again, Mo Wenchu ​​looked pale and felt weak at her feet.

"Why is morning sickness so serious? I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup today."

Gu Jue helped Mo Wenchu ​​back to the bed and threw the tableware aside.

"I'm fine. I'll be fine in a while. Go and have someone help me iron the D brand's latest autumn and winter black dress in the cloakroom. I'll wear it to go out with you tonight."

"Are you sure you can still participate?" Gu Jue asked somewhat uneasily.

"I'm fine. Let me get ready. I want to lie down for a while."

After saying this, Mo Wenchu ​​immediately closed her eyes.

Gu Jue, who was sitting by the bed, sighed secretly, stood up and left after a while.

Mo Wenchu ​​has lost a lot of weight recently, and her complexion is far less than before due to physical discomfort. Although the meals prepared by the nutritionist are complete in variety and contain various nutrients, they do not seem to arouse Mo Wenchu's interest.
Chapter completed!