Wife Can't Escape

Chapter 83

Song Luan didn't have enough time to be happy with her previous pregnancy before the child was aborted. In short, this was her first time experiencing a full pregnancy.

She felt very happy whenever the child in her stomach moved. She gently put her hand on it, stroked it slowly, and said, "She must be an active little girl in the future."

Not only Song Luan wanted a girl, but Zhao Nanyu also wanted a girl himself.

It's best if the daughter followed Ah Luan's appearance and sweet smile. She would call him father.

Zhao Nanyu's shallow smile spread through his eyes. His palm that was as cold as ice, touched Song Luan's abdomen, "Eh? Why isn't the baby kicking?"

Song Luan said, "Maybe she is tired."

The baby in the stomach only kicked two or three times, Zhao Nanyu could only feel that the baby was motionless, maybe the baby did not like this father?

This sentence would probably hurt his heart, so Song Luan didn't say it.

Zhao Nanyu also did not put it in mind, "There will be more trouble in the future."

He was right, the child seemed to be naughty. It was already tossing and turning.

Song Luan vomited after eating, and couldn't eat anymore. The only thing she could eat was probably sugar gourd because it was made from sour hawthorn.

She was skinny to the naked eye, and it was a little awkward to touch her skin and bones.

Zhao Nanyu looked at her and was worried. He didn't mention anything, and just quietly hired a cook from the palace.

Song Luan finally ate the hot and sour kudzu powder made by the cook. Before drinking a glass of water, she vomited it out again.

Song Luan was not very delicate, but she hated vomiting.

Zhao Nanyu poured a glass of water for her and looked at her with pity, "Rinse your mouth first."

Song Luan's face was still pale, while she held her arm, "I'm so uncomfortable." and she pinched the meat on his hand, "It's all your fault."

Zhao Nanyu didn't argue with her and let her vent her temper. "It's all my fault. What else do you want to eat? I'll have someone make it for you."

Song Luan shook her head. "I can't eat anymore."

She vomited everything that she ate.

Zhao Nanyu frowned and said, "You are too thin."

Song Luan pointed to her stomach. "She didn't want to eat, I can't help it."

Zhao Nanyu said, "When she comes out, let's see how I will deal with her."

If she was a daughter, Song Luan thought that Zhao Nanyu would be reluctant to punish her.

In the middle of the night, Song Luan poked the man on her side and said, "I'd like rice noodles with a lot of chili sauce meat."

Zhao Nanyu was sleeping shallowly, and when he looked out, it was still dark. He was afraid that the cook was still outside the residence. He got up from the bed, picked up his clothes, and put it on his body at will. He lit a lamp and whispered, "I'll go to the kitchen."

He didn't know how to cook, and he didn't eat spicy food very often. Seeing Song Luan eat rice noodles several times before, he thought it wouldn't be difficult to do it himself.

Song Luan swallowed her saliva, "Then you hurry up."

Fortunately, there were ready-made rice noodles and sauce prepared by the cook in the kitchen. Zhao Nanyu made a fire and boiled water, and when the hot water was hot, he placed the rice noodles into the pot.