Madam leg hurts please hug

Zhu Yueyun was woken up by Ji Huai, and Ji Huai told her that An Xiaoyue woke up, and lay down again after eating something.

The porridge was still hot in the kitchen, and she was asked to drink some after waking up. I received a call from the company temporarily and had to go back to deal with it.

When Zhu Yueyun returned to An Xiaoyue's bedroom, An Xiaoyue was sitting on the bedside, flipping through a book in her hand.

She looked very calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Yueyue." Zhu Yueyun called her softly.

"Huh?" An Xiaoyue looked up from the book, and smiled slightly, "What's wrong?"

Seeing her as if nothing had happened, Zhu Yueyun didn't know how to speak, and asked for a long time, "How do you feel now? Does your head still hurt? Is there any other discomfort? Has the fever subsided?"

An Xiaoyue smiled lightly, "Hey, you ask so many questions at once, which one should I answer first?"

She seemed to be in a much better mood, and Zhu Yueyun finally let go of her hanging heart, "Then you answer one by one."

An Xiaoyue patted the side of the bed, motioning for her to sit down, "I'm fine now, my head doesn't hurt anymore, I don't have any discomfort, and my fever is gone."

Zhu Yueyun sat over, took her hand, and asked worriedly, "Are you really all right?"

"It's all right, don't worry." An Xiaoyue looked at her with some guilt, "I worried about you yesterday, Yunyun, I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for? It's good that you're fine." Seeing that she was fine, Zhu Yueyun almost cried, "Yueyue, don't be brave in front of me. If you feel uncomfortable or feel uncomfortable, just tell me , you know? Don’t hold back yourself.”

"I know, I'm fine now." An Xiaoyue yawned and said, "I'm just a little sleepy and want to sleep."

Zhu Yueyun hurriedly said, "Then you sleep for a while, I will accompany you."

An Xiaoyue shook her head and said with a smile, "Go back and rest first, I'm fine now, don't worry about me."

"But." Zhu Yueyun was about to refute, but was interrupted by An Xiaoyue.

"Junyun, you really don't have to worry about me." An Xiaoyue smiled at her, "You go back first, I want to rest by myself for a while."

Hearing her insistence, Zhu Yueyun couldn't say anything more, "Okay then, call me when you've rested, and I'll come to accompany you again."

An Xiaoyue smiled and nodded, watching Zhu Yueyun leave.

It wasn't until she heard that the downstairs door was closed that the smile on her face slowly disappeared, replaced by sadness.

She got out of bed, didn't even wear slippers, and walked to the cloakroom barefoot.

She hid herself in Gong Yumo's pile of clothes, sat quietly on the ground, clutching a black shirt tightly in her hand, tears dripped down silently and hit the clothes like this.

What should I do, Gong Yumo, I'm still so greedy for your taste.

The next day, Zhu Yueyun woke up early and cooked a cup of chicken soup to send to An Xiaoyue.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning when we arrived at Mo's house.

Zhu Yueyun rang the doorbell, and after a while, the door was opened from the inside.

An Xiaoyue was wearing a crisp white T-shirt and black slim-fit trousers, wrapping her slender legs just right.

She looked at Zhu Yueyun and smiled slightly, and she looked much better.

Seeing the smile on her face again, Zhu Yueyun felt a little comforted.

Originally, she thought that she would be sad for a long time, that she would not think about tea and food, and she was planning how to coax her next, or simply ask the store manager for a long vacation to accompany her to go out to relax.

But now it seems that there is no need.

Zhu Yueyun took out the thermos from the bag and said, "Yueyue, I made some chicken soup for you, drink it while it's hot."

The living room has been tidied up and restored to its former spaciousness and brightness.

An Xiaoyue sat on the sofa, put the thermos on the tea table in front of her, and asked with a smile, "Did you cook it yourself?"

"Of course!" Zhu Yueyun unscrewed the thermos, then filled a small bowl and brought it to An Xiaoyue, "You are the first person to drink the chicken soup made by me, it's still hot , drink quickly."

An Xiaoyue took the bowl in her hand, and said in a coquettish tone, "But I ate a lot of breakfast just now, so much, I can't seem to drink it down"

"That won't work!" Zhu Yueyun didn't wait for her to finish, and pretended to say with a straight face, "You have to drink it all up."

An Xiaoyue was forced to have no choice but to obediently scoop up the soup and put it in her mouth.

Zhu Yueyun dragged her chin and watched her drink slowly, finally drank all the soup in the bowl, and then smiled with satisfaction.

An Xiaoyue took out two pieces of paper and wiped her mouth, "Okay, drink it up, it's killing me!"

"That's about the same." Zhu Yueyun repacked the small bowl and thermos bucket after drinking into the bag, and began to mutter, "Even if you don't need nutrition, the baby in your belly also needs nutrition."

As soon as these words came out, both of them were stunned.

Zhu Yueyun took a cautious look at An Xiaoyue's unnatural expression, "Yueyue, this child"

An Xiaoyue's right hand gently touched her lower abdomen, which had not changed much, and she looked down at her lower abdomen and said, "Although I divorced Gong Yumo, this is also my flesh and blood. I was looking forward to his Come, and now that he's here, I think I can't bear to let him go again."

She smiled softly, and said to Zhu Yueyun, "It is said that a child is a gift from God to my mother. I think this is a gift from God to comfort me."

Zhu Yueyun asked with some uncertainty, "Yueyue, you plan to leave him alone, don't you?"

An Xiaoyue smiled and nodded, "I was too willful a few days ago and did a lot of things that hurt my baby. I hope he doesn't blame me and stays in my stomach in good health. Yes, I want to give him the best love in the world after he is born."

Zhu Yueyun excitedly held An Xiaoyue's hand, her nose sore, "Yueyue, I am this baby's godmother, after you are born, we will raise him together!"

"Thank you, Yunyun." An Xiaoyue's eyes were filled with the tenderness of a mother, and suddenly she said, "Yunyun, please keep this matter a secret for me for now, I don't know how to talk to my parents , about the child, I want to keep it a secret first."

Zhu Yueyun nodded, "Don't worry, Yueyue, besides you and the doctor who came to see you yesterday, there is no fourth person who knows about the baby."

"Well, that's good." An Xiaoyue lowered her head, her gaze fell on her lower abdomen.

This is her and Gong Yumo's child, but since Gong Yumo decided to leave her so gracefully, this child has nothing to do with him anymore.

She will give birth to this child alone and give him enough maternal love to make up for his lack of fatherly love.

But Gong Yumo never needs to know.