Mr. Huo, my wife is offering 1000 billion for divorce!

Huo Yunting looked at her innocently, "Why is it too much? Is it wrong for me to hug my girlfriend?"

Xiao Muzhen: "...the key is to do it in public."

"What does it matter? I'm not doing anything shameful."

"Didn't you notice that many people were staring at us along the way?"

"Zhen Zhen, I also care about your health, and I don't care what other people think of us."

Huo Yunting looked at her with seriousness in his eyes, "Nothing is more important to me than you."

Staring into his loving eyes, Xiao Muzhen's original displeasure disappeared.

"Then next time... don't do this again. I can leave by myself."

Huo Yunting nodded, "Okay."

After returning home, Huo Yunting did not forcefully carry her back to the bedroom. He watched her go back to the bedroom and then went to the study.

Xiao Muzhen took a nap and it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon when she woke up.

When I got up and washed myself, my stomach growled.

She couldn't help but touch her flat belly, feeling a strange feeling in her heart.

To be honest, she was not ready to be a mother yet, but now that the child was here, she accepted it calmly. This was a gift from God to her and Huo Yunting.

After washing and going downstairs, Xiao Muzhen frowned when she saw that the living room was covered with carpets. After asking the servant, she found out that it was Huo Yunting who had provided the carpet for fear that she might accidentally fall while walking.

She looked a little speechless. She was just pregnant with a child. Was it necessary to be so careful?

"Miss Xiao, Mr. Huo is in a meeting. This is the chicken soup he asked me to make for you."

Looking at the bowl of oily chicken soup on the tray, Xiao Muzhen had no appetite at all. She frowned and said, "Take it down, I don't want to drink it."

She didn't like eating greasy food, so if she drank this bowl of soup, she would probably vomit even if she didn't have morning sickness.

The servant looked a little embarrassed. Huo Yunting had told him before that he must watch Xiao Muzhen drink the soup.

"Take it down. If anything happens, I won't let him blame you."

Hearing this, the servant breathed a sigh of relief and left with the chicken soup.

Xiao Muzhen lay on the sofa and watched TV for a while, and then Huo Yunting came out of the study.

"Did you drink the chicken soup I asked the kitchen to make for you?"

Xiao Muzhen put down the remote control, sat up and looked at him seriously, "I just want to talk to you about this matter. I don't like chicken soup. Don't let anyone make it in the future. And pregnant women shouldn't eat too much." Greasy.”

"But you are so thin, I'm afraid you are malnourished."

"Whether it is you who is pregnant or I am pregnant, we just need to follow the doctor's advice. Who is like you, who starts making chicken soup before the baby is born? I am not confinement."

Realizing that she was very unhappy, Huo Yunting sighed and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you. I'm going to find a nutritionist and a doctor to stay here until you give birth to the child."

Xiao Muzhen pursed her lips and wanted to refuse, but she thought that Huo Yunting had a lot of things going on recently and didn't want him to be distracted by this matter anymore. She nodded and said, "Okay, you can just make arrangements."

Huo Yunting held her in his arms and whispered, "I will work harder to earn money to support you and my daughter."

Xiao Muzhen raised her eyes and looked at him, "How did you know it was your daughter?"

"I hope it's a daughter."

"Then if it's my son, wouldn't you be very disappointed later?"

Huo Yunting shook his head, "No, as long as it's our child, I like both sons and daughters."

But secretly, he would rather have a daughter.