"Sister Zhang, I'm fine." Lin Jinran held water in both hands and smiled reluctantly at Mrs. Zhang.

"Why is it okay? Young Madam, look at your face, it looks ugly. What happened to you when you go out?" She was anxious, and didn't know what happened to Lin Jinran.

"I'm really fine, I may have morning sickness." She grabbed Mrs. Zhang's arm and comforted her softly. "I should have had a reaction a month ago, but I haven't expected that I will react until now."

Mrs. Zhang stared at her worriedly, "Is it really morning sickness?"

Lin Jinran nodded, "Yes."

"Let the doctor take a look and ask for relief." Mrs. Zhang was still worried and called the doctor with concern.

Lin Jinran couldn't fight for her and let her do it.

Perhaps she had vomited a few times, and she felt much more comfortable than before, and she didn't want to vomit so much.

The doctor rushed over for more than ten minutes. Since Lu Liming left, the family doctor was a highly educated doctor arranged by Lu Liming. He conducted a check on Lin Jinran with due diligence and confirmed that it was morning sickness.

Mrs. Zhang asked some common precautions, and the doctor answered them one by one, prescribed some nutritional vitamins and packed up and left.

Lin Jinran was tired and lay on the bed to rest, and soon fell asleep.

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The nurse carried the fruit basket to Lin Ruochu's ward and told her that it was given by a young woman, and the registration information she left was called Lin Jinran.

Lin Ruochu thanked the nurse with a smile. When the nurse turned around and left, the smile at the corner of her mouth fell, and instead she turned a cold look.

Humph, Lin Jinran has indeed come. I'm afraid he has seen it if he didn't come in.

She reached out to grab the phone, clicked on the text message, entered a number, and edited seven words: It is underway as planned.

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I vaguely felt the edge of the bed sinking a little, and a pleasant smell of mint penetrated into my nose, and my slightly cool fingers gently rubbed her cheeks.

Lin Jinran subconsciously grabbed it and started with cold hands.

She frowned and slowly opened her eyes. Inside her blurry vision was the outline of a person.

Her vision gradually became clear, and she saw clearly that it was the man in front of her that was Fu Mohan.

He blinked in confusion, how could he be here? Is he dreaming?

"Awaken?" Fu Mohan's calm voice came.

It's not a dream, it's real.

Lin Jinran didn't move at all, quietly looking at the man's cold face, "Why are you back?" Shouldn't you be with Lin Ruochu in the hospital?

"Sister Zhang said you have morning sickness, how are you doing now?"

It was indeed Mrs. Zhang. Lin Jinran lowered his eyes, hid the pain in his eyes, let go of the man's finger, and instead grabbed the bedding and pulled it up a little, "I'm fine, it's much better now. If you want to be busy, go and do it first, I'm not in the way."

Fu Mohan frowned inadvertently, and vaguely felt that the little woman seemed to be repelling his approach. He raised his hand to gently caress Lin Jinran's hair on his forehead. Before his palm touched his cheek, he twisted to one side, deliberately avoiding his hand.

"I'm still a little sleepy." Lin Jinran closed his eyes, pretending not to see it, ignoring the wide palm of Fu Mohan's stop in front of her.

The white fingers under the bedding were tightly clutching, and she could no longer be confused by him, and she didn't want to be doomed.

The wide palm was retracted, and the doubts between Fu Mohan's eyebrows were not reduced, "Okay, you rest first, I will tell Mrs. Zhang to cook later."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and left the bedroom without any pause.
Chapter completed!