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"You've already eaten four or five bowls."

Lu Qingye reached out and took the chopsticks from her hand, and took away her bowl as well. If he didn't take it away, she would definitely eat too much. Sitting now, she couldn't feel it, but she would feel uncomfortable when she got up later.

Meng Wantang sat on the chair, sighed and said, "You dislike me for eating too much."

"If you want to eat, I'll make it for you tomorrow. If you're hungry later, I'll make it for you later. I'm going to go out and buy two fish and keep them at home. But you can't eat now. You have to eat small meals more often."

What's more, she had just woken up and hadn't eaten for a long time. How could her body bear eating so much?

If you accidentally get gastroenteritis, you might even lose the baby in your belly.

If she gets sick, it will take a long time to recover.

Lu Qingye couldn't bear to see her suffer in the slightest.

Meng Wantang also knew that he was worried about her, and she acted a little bit like a spoiled child on purpose just now.

She liked to see Lu Qingye helpless, but he had no choice but to pamper her, and he looked a little overbearing.

"Just sit still for now."

Lu Qingye brought a small plate of hawthorn cake.

The hawthorn cake is cut and has a small fork on it.

The white condiment dish was given to him to serve this, and it looked quite nice.

Men don't care about so many things, they just think this reduplication is appropriate.

"Eat something, it will help digestion."

Seeing that she had eaten a bite of hawthorn cake obediently, Lu Qingye was about to turn around and leave with peace of mind, but he saw her frowning with sorrow and looking at him pitifully.

"GuoGuo, I don't want to eat anymore. It's too sour."

It was unclear where these words came from, and Lu Qingye raised his eyebrows when he heard them.

"Eat less, I'll take the rest."

Meng Wantang was surprised: "You also like sour food?"

"I don't like it, but if you don't eat it, it will be wasted." Lu Qingye didn't dare to cut too much, he just gave her some to help digestion.

"Then I'll eat some more. After all, this was brought to me personally by our old Lu."

Meng Wantang took two more bites before realizing that she really couldn't eat any more.

When eating, it’s okay if you don’t stop, but once you stop, you find that you have no appetite.

She wants to move.

A bony finger pressed her shoulder. She looked up at Lu Qingye in confusion. Lu Qingye said, "You just ate. Sit here and take a rest. When you have digested it, stand up and walk around slowly."

"Why are you more careful than before?"

Meng Wantang sat on the chair, looking at him with a smile, and every word she said was full of holes.

Lu Qingye hadn't noticed yet, and followed her words and said, "Wasn't I careful before?"

"Careful. But it's much worse than before I got pregnant. Before, you wouldn't take such careful care of me, so the child is more important than me, right?"

Lu Qingye left and said, "How could that be? You are the most important."

"You don't care about my child?"

Lu Qingye had a question mark on his forehead, and the doubt in his eyes spread out, almost gathering into a river.

He suspected she was being unreasonable, and he had evidence.

Meng Wantang couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

Lu Qingye's expression suddenly relaxed.

"Look how scared you are. Are you at a loss as to what to do?" Meng Wantang was holding a hawthorn cake in her mouth, thinking about something else to eat. She reached out and pulled Lu Qingye's arm, "I want to eat oranges."

"I'll buy it for you."

There are no vendors near them.

Generally, vendors are located in downtown areas or other residential areas.

Meng Wantang was very wealthy back then, and the villa she bought had several villas inside. People who didn't know the situation thought they had entered someone else's community, and had no idea that this was her house.

Lu Qingye walked to the door with the car keys, came back and asked her: "Do you want to go out with me?"

"also?"

Meng Wantang did not refuse, and stood up and followed Lu Qingye.

As soon as she stood up, she realized that she was too full and didn't even want to walk.

Fortunately, my stomach is fine and there are no problems.

Lu Qingye sighed, walked over, bent down, picked her up, let her sit on the passenger seat, then drove around and took her out for a ride.

The climate in Wancheng is a bit cool and comfortable during this season.

Meng Wantang wore a knitted sweater and leaned on the leather seat, looking at the wind, feeling the air outside, and looking at the street scene of the city. Wancheng is a city at the forefront of fashion trends and is developing very rapidly.

It already has the prosperous appearance of later generations.

Meng Wantang turned around and asked Lu Qingye: "Is our country developing very fast?"

“Well, it’s developing very fast indeed.”

Lu Qingye came here many years ago, when this place was just a small village. Who would have thought that in just a few years, high-rise buildings would rise from the ground, and the small village would become the fashion capital of the East, with many people looking for opportunities to make a fortune here.

People continue to succeed.

There are also people who keep failing.

Those who dared to venture out have realized their dreams.

They returned home in glory, inspiring many people to dream of getting rich.

Lu Qingye turned his head and looked at the woman who was lazily leaning on the back of the chair and quietly looking out the window. She was different from others. She seemed to always be ahead of others. She was keen on buying a house and never touched the gold in the house. Even the two stones were kept in the safe at home as if they were treasures.

All he knew was that the safe at home was getting bigger and bigger.

"Is there something on my face?"

Meng Wantang noticed his gaze and turned to look at him.

Lu Qingye reached out and tucked the hair behind her ears: "See if you are sleepy."

"I've slept several times. But I never slept long and I always felt sleepy." As she spoke, Meng Qianqian yawned again.

She looked at Lu Qingye with tearful eyes, her voice soft and crisp: "How long will it take us to get there? I really want to eat an orange to refresh myself."

"arrive."

Lu Qingye stopped the car, got out, walked around to the other side, opened the door, and asked her: "Are you going to go down and take a look, or are you waiting for me in the car?"

"Wait until you're better. I don't want to move now. I feel like if I move, I won't be able to do it."

Meng Wantang said fiercely: "Don't laugh!"

Lu Qingye: "..."

He was silent for a moment before asking her, "Can you still eat oranges?"

"I can eat it."

If you can’t finish it, you can take it back.

"Then I'll go in and buy it. You wait here."

Lu Qingye walked into the market and saw many fruit stalls selling all kinds of fruits.

There were a lot of newly harvested oranges, and Lu Qingye tasted them before buying them.

I bought sour, sweet, and sweet and sour.

There were also many fruits that Lu Qingye had never seen before, so he bought some of each and brought them back.

Meng Wantang was still wondering why this person hadn't come back yet. She was hesitating whether to go in and take a look.

She got out of the car and turned around to see a familiar figure. Meng Wantang was instantly surprised. She was about to call for help when she saw a man walk up to the woman. She didn't know what the man said, but he excitedly grabbed the woman's hand.

"You ran away with me secretly, and you still want to marry someone in the future. I tell you, Miao Yinfeng, you can't go anywhere in this life. You can only follow me, understand?"