When I wake up, the actor has a cub

The boss's stall is on the East Street, and it's not like he hasn't seen a star before, he's even been on a show!

He also knows that the live broadcast is very effective, but he has never seen such a concentrated audience.

He asked insincerely which anchor it was, and he went to support it to express his gratitude.They didn't say anything, saying that the anchor didn't want to leave a name.

The boss was a little puzzled, what kind of anchor is this, who does good deeds without leaving a name?

The mysterious anchor who did good deeds without leaving his name gave casserole noodles to so many people, but he didn't come.He vomited what he ate recently, and when he vomited at other people's stalls, would they still be able to do business?

Fortunately, the cook at home is omnipotent. He can eat whatever he wants. Although the casserole noodles are not exactly the same, the ingredients are very particular, and the smell makes people move their index fingers.

But Duan Congzhi was afraid of vomiting, he hesitated for a long time, and then carefully took a spoonful of soup, the delicious soup permeated between his lips and tongue, his taste buds seemed to be dancing for joy, but as soon as the noodle soup passed his throat, his stomach began to resist again.

Duan Congzhi held back, but at least he didn't spit it out, and he didn't dare to eat any more.

Qin Ke walked along his back, Duan Congzhi raised his head, his eyes were a little red, and he looked pitiful.

He is uncomfortable, and Qin Ke will not force him to eat. It is worse to vomit after eating than not to eat.

Except for the two of them, everyone in the house serves them, and no one else would tell him that he must eat, because if he doesn't eat, the child's nutrition will not keep up.

The nutritionist carefully customized the menu, and the soup and porridge that are easy to digest are kept warm in the kitchen all day long, and Duan Congzhi can have them whenever he wants.It's fine if you don't serve it, but if you don't eat it, Duan Congzhi will feel guilty.

He looked at Qin Ke, then at the casserole, and said, "Can you help me eat?"

In the end, Duan Cong lay enviously on the table watching Qin Ke eat noodles, Uncle Ying felt distressed and wanted to laugh.

The third master has been the perfect "heir" since he was a child, and he is only a little popular in front of Young Master Duan. In the past two days, he has seen the fireworks become more intense, and he is no different from any ordinary family, with a husband whose wife is pregnant.

Qin Ke's eating posture was very elegant, and the casserole noodles made him feel like a regular meal. Duan Congzhi watched him put the noodles into his mouth with chopsticks, making him even more hungry.Qin Ke has been paying attention to him all the time, seeing him like this, he asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Duan Congzhi wanted to eat it very much, but he was afraid of vomiting, shook his head, very sad: "I see you eat."

Qin Ke picked two sticks of noodles and put them in a spoon, added a little soup and ground beef, and handed them to him.

Duan Congzhi hasn't eaten well in the past two days, and he vomited so much that he almost had a conditioned reflex, so he didn't dare to eat now, but Qin Ke's voice seemed to have magical powers, and he said, "Try."

Duan Congzhi carefully ate a spoonful of noodles into his mouth. He still felt nauseous when he swallowed, but it seemed tolerable, so he swallowed it with force. After waiting for a while, he didn't vomit again.

It was inconvenient to sit like this, so Qin Ke hugged him and fed him a small bowl spoon by spoon.

This was the most eaten by Duan Congzhi in the past few days, and he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart, and his stomach was finally not empty.

When he can eat and drink normally, he must eat a big meal to make up for it.

I went to bed early yesterday, got up late in the morning, and got enough sleep, but Duan Congzhi still had to take a nap in the afternoon.Waking up and wanting to eat all the time, but wanting to vomit again after eating, it’s too miserable, and the time to sleep goes by a little faster, it would be even better if I could just sleep through this period.

The doctor said that after a while, his appetite would increase greatly. Duan Congzhi was worried about his figure and thought about restraining himself, but now he can't wait to open up and eat in a second.

He obviously wasn't sleepy before he went to bed, but he also fell asleep while lying down.

Qin Ke doesn't use any incense in his bedroom, but recently he smoked the incense that calms the nerves and aids sleep. When he walked in, he felt peaceful and relaxed.

When Duan Congzhi woke up, he found that there was another person on the bed.

Qin Ke was beside him, lying on his side, with the direction of the wound upwards, hugging him behind him, with his hands just on the lower abdomen.

Duan Congzhi opened his eyes in a daze, thinking it was morning, and asked Qin Ke, "What time is it?"

Qin Ke said, "Four o'clock."

Duan Congzhi just remembered that he was taking a nap, but didn't he sleep alone?

"Why are you asleep too?"

"Accompany you."

Duan Congzhi rubbed against his arms, felt his hand, and asked him: "You touch my belly? Has it softened?"

Duan Congzhi has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he has always been in good shape. He had abdominal muscles when he was a teenager. Recently, I don’t know if it’s because of his heart, but he always feels his stomach has become soft.

The third master is a decent person, he can drive a car, but he doesn't lie down and touch people's stomachs like this. He just hugged him just now, and didn't "touch" him.

But Duan Congzhi asked him to touch it, and Qin Ke touched it very seriously.

Through the thin pajamas, Duan Congzhi was itchy when he touched him, he shrank his whole body, smiled and avoided his movements, and rolled out of his arms.

After touching it, Qin Ke said seriously: "No."

One of Duan Cong turned over and rolled back into his arms: "Nothing, hasn't it softened?"

"Ah."

"Then what are you sneaking around while I'm asleep?"

Did not touch.

But Qin Ke didn't argue, Duan Congzhi was facing him, and he kissed him lightly.

"Let him be good."

"Then what if he doesn't listen?"

"Tell him you're tired."

Obviously the child has not yet formed, but Qin Ke looked like he was trying to reason. Duan Congzhi laughed and rubbed his chin: "Are you coaxing him or me?"

"Coax you."

Qin Ke confessed in a low voice, hugged him, and kissed his forehead again.

In the past, Duan Congzhi always disliked Qin Ke's kissing too purely, but recently he lived a life of asceticism, such a feather-like touch gave him a sense of satisfaction that was cherished.

Duan Congzhi spends most of the day lying down, either on the bed or on the sofa. Qin Ke said he would be with him, but he really spent almost all the time with him, including wasted time.

Pregnancy is also a period of high incidence of depression. This year was originally a year for Duan Congzhi's career, but now his career has almost completely stagnated. Such wastage will cause him anxiety.

With someone to "waste" with, he will be much more relaxed.

But in this way, Qin Ke's injury healed much faster, and it has completely scabbed over the past few days without repeating it.

It was the first time for Xue Ping to come to Qin's house, and he had to walk for a long time to get to the house after entering the gate. There was a large grass field in front of the house, which was the grass field that Yuan Qianqian took pictures of back then.

The grass is a little thin this season, and Tangyuan is chasing something vigorously on the grass, calling happily from time to time.

Xue Ping got out of the car after being sent to the front of the house, and there were already people outside the house to greet him.

He remembered asking Duan Congzhi yesterday if he had to make an appointment in advance to go to Qin's house. Since Duan Congzhi didn't go to the company, he had no choice but to come.

Duan Congzhi said no, because if he said it in advance, the process of welcoming guests would be more complete.

He only now knows what is called "the process of welcoming guests".

The leader outside the house was a very gentlemanly old man, who was waiting for him with a group of people.

Xue Ping was originally full of confidence. Before he came, he was ready to talk to Qin Ke about Duan Congzhi's future.

For this reason, he memorized the manuscript, and no matter what, he must let Mr. Qin understand that being good to a person is not about keeping him by his side, but letting him pursue his dreams and realize his own value.

But now, he was suddenly unsure again.

This is a very real problem. Duan Congzhi's life in the Qin family may not be able to live even if he spends his whole life in the entertainment industry.

Xue Ping calmed down a bit, he should figure out what is wrong with Duan Congzhi first.

He was just about to follow Uncle Ying into the house when he heard a familiar voice.

"sweet dumpling--"

Xue Ping turned his head in disbelief, suspecting that he was wrong. It is said that people who are unwell and need to rest for a long time drive a car on the grass?

Duan Congzhi himself is not suitable for strenuous exercise, so he drives the gardener's weeding car, turns off the weeding function, and enjoys himself with glutinous rice balls on the grass. The grass is very empty, and the car will not overturn no matter how he drives it. He drives forward , while looking back at the glutinous rice balls.

One person and one dog had a lot of fun.

Uncle Ying followed Xue Ping's gaze, with a smile on his face, and said that the young master hadn't played like this for a long time.

Xue Ping became a little uncertain again, it sounded like he was indeed recovering from illness.

Duan Congzhi was playing with Tangyuan, Qin Ke was watching him play with Tangyuan, Uncle Ying was so considerate, Xue Ping felt that asking him to inform Duan Congzhi was a denial of his work.

Xue Ping arrived at about nine o'clock. Originally, according to his thinking, this time was not awkward, and he just left after finishing what he had to say, and he didn't have to experience the embarrassment of staying or not leaving food.

However, he waited for almost half an hour before Duan Congzhi came back from the outside. He entered the house, and Xue Ping could feel the movement from the reception area.

It's probably like in a costume drama, when the young master of some family comes home, the maids and servants gather around to wait on him.

If he hadn't known Duan Congzhi's character, Xue Ping would have thought he was trying to show him off. Uncle Ying told him that Xue Ping had arrived, but Duan Congzhi didn't go upstairs and took off his scarf and coat to come to him.

Duan Congzhi had a good time just now, he was sweating a little, his face was flushed.

Seeing his ruddy complexion, Xue Ping really didn't know what relationship he had with the word "quiet rest".

But if you look closely, it seems to be a little thinner.

Duan Congzhi took a sip of water, sat down opposite him, and asked him what he wanted for lunch, and he could order.

"..."

Xue Ping felt a little helpless when he saw the way he greeted the guests: "You don't know what I'm here for?"

Seeing that Duan Congzhi didn't speak, Xue Ping looked around and said in a low voice, "Tell me the truth, is President Qin not letting you go out?"

Duan Congzhi just didn't know what to say, seeing him like this, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Where are you thinking?"

Xue Ping was a little skeptical: "Really?"

People are coming to the door, and Duan Congzhi is not easy to push the blame. Although he pushed Qin Ke, he will definitely continue. Qin Ke is different from him. If he doesn't want to say something, he will just not say it. No one can let him Open your mouth.

"It's my fault."

Xue Ping thought of what he had said several times, and he didn't really believe it. He stood up and said, "I'll talk to Mr. Qin."

You don't have to look for him, President Qin is here too.

Qin Ke sat down next to Duan Congzhi and asked him if he felt any discomfort. After playing for a while, Duan Congzhi shook his head before he looked at Xue Ping.

"Mr. Xue."

Xue Ping sat down again: "Boss Qin."

Qin Ke nodded.

Xue Ping looked at Duan Congzhi and then at him: "What Boss Qin said before, the work arrangement depends on Duan Shao's wishes and physical condition, does it still count?"

Probably due to the atmosphere of the Qin family, Xue Ping called out the word Duan Shao very naturally.

Duan Congzhi looked at Qin Ke in surprise. He was ready to rest for a year. Didn't Qin Ke say such a thing to Xue Ping?

Qin Ke looked at Duan Congzhi: "This should not be paid by you alone. If you want, you can still work, and I will accompany you."