Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Shi Yan: "Wen Li went to the children's playground to play on the swings in the afternoon. There was a thick mat, but he still caught a cold. The specially made mutton soup has been delivered to the room."

Song Tingran responded worriedly, and was about to go take a look after the meal, but thinking about it, she felt that the taste of the mutton had changed, and it was not delicious at all.

Shi Yan also didn't know the taste of food. He knew that men were not allowed to take medicine when they were pregnant, so they had to get through it.

"My wife, it's my fault. I didn't keep an eye on Wen Li."

"What does it have to do with you? Pregnant people have delicate bodies, and it may not be caused by playing on the swing. Don't think too much about it."

"Well, I will definitely watch him carefully next time."

In front of all the husbands, Song Tingran picked him up a good piece of lamb chop and fed it to him.

Shi Yan ate it calmly, but his heart was already filled with excitement.

Later, Song Tingran came to Wen Li's room and saw him coughing by the bed as soon as he entered.

This seems to be because of the cold wind blowing while swinging.

"Ahem, my wife, I was wrong."

"Well, that's wrong. You didn't take a few sips of the mutton soup and didn't eat the cake. How can you get better?"

Wen Li pulled the quilt on his chest and picked up the bowl obediently. Song Tingran snatched it away.

"My wife, I know I was wrong. I will never play on the swing again. It's my fault. I didn't think about the child in my belly."

He rushed over and hugged Song Tingran around his waist. Tears were already pouring out and his coughing was getting worse.

"Stop crying, I'm not angry. I'm going to heat up the mutton soup for you. It's not good to drink, and it can't ward off the cold. You just lie down and wait for me."

"Really?" he burst into tears.

"Really, when did I lie to you?"

Song Tingran took the cold mutton soup and left. After closing the door, she checked it carefully before going to the kitchen with confidence.

Shi Yan, Chang Yuqiao, Sang Cheng is cleaning up here.

Sang Cheng: "Why didn't Wen Li eat it? Is it not to your liking?" All three of them were very concerned.

"I guess he's not feeling well and hasn't eaten much. I'm thinking of heating some soup for him and making some cakes for him to eat."

Shi Yan: "There happens to be some leftovers in the pot. They are all hot. Just take what's in the pot."

He changed it into a small basin and refilled it, hoping that Wen Li could eat more while his wife was with him.

Song Tingran took it and told them to rest early. Chang Yuqiao took two steps quickly and pulled her cuffs.

"Master Wife, I should be the one staying the night today. Why don't I and Wen Li do it instead?"

"okay."

Song Tingran returned to Wen Li's room and found that Xiao Yuchen's and Wen Ci's rooms were already dark, probably because they were tired after a busy day at the resort.

"My wife, woo woo woo."

Wen Li cried harder than when Song Tingran left just now. He ran down without wearing shoes and almost knocked over the mutton soup. Fortunately, she held it more steadily.

"Do you think so? Come on, sit on the bed. Even though the ground isn't cold, you can't go barefoot."

"Uh-huh."

Song Tingran fed it spoonful by spoonful, and Wen Li drank it one mouthful at a time, feeling that the taste was different, this one was more delicious.

"My wife, are you really not angry?"

"I'm not angry, I feel sorry for you. If you hadn't carried the child for me, you wouldn't have been so hard. You couldn't go out to play, and you had to be careful about everything. Even if you caught a cold, you couldn't take medicine, you could only hold on. .”

Wen Li was chewing a small piece of mutton in his mouth, tears falling down, and the pink and red messy quilt was all wet.

"It's just such a nice quilt, but if it gets wet and there's nothing to cover it with, we're going to freeze to death tonight."

This made Wen Li laugh, and then he realized that today was not the day for him to stay overnight.

"Master Wife, did you remember wrongly? It's not me tonight."

"Yes, Qiao spent the night with you, and I just happened to be with you. After drinking this hot mutton soup, I worked up a sweat. I'll be fine tomorrow."

"Well, then I will go and thank Third Brother in person tomorrow. My wife and I will sleep together tonight."

I drank half of the small pot of mutton soup, ate one piece of mutton, and half of the pancake. It was okay.

The candles had just been extinguished and when he was about to fall asleep, Wen Li sat up from the bed.

"What's wrong with you? It scared me. I was wondering if the mutton soup was poisonous."

"That's not right, Wife, I'm sick. If you stay with me, I'm going to infect you. That's not okay. You should leave quickly."

"..."

Song Tingran was really sleepy. He hugged Wen Li's waist and lay down again. He said in a daze, "It's windy outside. I won't get sick until I leave."

"Ah? There's no wind outside." Wen Li listened carefully.

Song Tingran came close to his ear and blew hot air with her mouth. His ears turned red instantly and he said inarticulately: "There is wind, there is wind."

Early the next morning, embroidery workshop.

Chang Yuqiao arranged all the embroidery items for Moxiang Embroidery Workshop.

"Master Wife, the quantities have been checked and sorted. They can be sent out on time today."

"Okay, I guess Qi Gui and Zhu Yuan will be here soon."

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

"Dong, dong, Dongjia, safe, safe, safe, safe, good, sir... Master, master, safe, safe, safe."

"Okay, is it cold or not? Come in and warm yourself up first. Why did you arrive so early today?" Song Tingran asked.

"When I went back last night, I heard him say that the embroidery workshop had something to send to Shengjing City. I was afraid of delaying you, so I came here early in the morning."

Qi Gui is as talkative as before, and he also smiles when he talks, which makes people listen openly.

"Thank you for your hard work. These are all for Moxiang Embroidery Workshop. As before, the recipient is Chen Xiangyin."

"okay."

Qi Gui collected the money, shook Zhu Yuan's hand, told him to pick him up in the evening, and then started to move things onto the carriage.

Li Zhuangzhuang, Luo Mingyue, and Han Congxing all helped, and Zhu Yuan also helped.

Chang Yuqiao: "My wife, Chen Xiangyin hasn't replied to my letter for a long time, and I haven't said whether I want more embroidery or not."

"You just embroider it first. I'm sure you'll need a handkerchief or something. You've signed the agreement, so don't worry."

He was saying comforting words, but he was actually feeling unsure, but he didn't show it.

Chen Xiangyin's letter and things arrived five days later. It was in his handwriting and had his personal seal, but the tone was a little different from before.

In the previous letters, they were all very relaxed words, and they would also make jokes and talk about recent situations.

However, in this letter, Chen Xiangyin listed what Moxiang Embroidery Shop wanted, and nothing else.

Opening the box, there was the payment for the last batch of embroidery items, no more, no less, just right.

"My wife, what are you thinking about?" Chang Yuqiao looked at her in a daze for a long time and came over with a cup of tea.

"Qiao, do you think people's hearts will change?"

Chang Yuqiao sat down. He also learned to read and write from Shi Yan during this period, and he could recognize all the common words.

He took the letter and read it briefly.