Ning Muchen picked up Yan Ning from the villa, helped her get into the car slowly, and asked her carefully and concernedly if the child in her belly was making any fuss.
Yan Ning leaned her head against the car window, her interest was very low, she said a few perfunctory words and said she was tired, so she closed her eyes and went to sleep.
The car was not going fast, and Ning Muchen was afraid that it would make her uncomfortable if she drove too fast, so she slowed down.
The drive to the apartment went smoothly.
This was what he insisted on, in order to make it easier for him to take care of her as a pregnant woman.
After Yan Ning protested several times, she found that it was useless, so she silently accepted it.
Living in a high-end apartment is either rich or expensive.
When the two of them entered the elevator, someone happened to come out of the elevator.
"Did Mr. Ning go out for a walk with his wife?" the visitor asked with a smile.
Ning Muchen responded with a smile.
The man's wife asked with concern when the baby would be born, and Ning Muchen also answered with a smile.
The elevator door closes.
Song Hao's wife held his arm and said, "Ning Muchen is quite a bitch if you don't notice."
Song Hao turned around and glanced at the elevator before shouting in a low voice: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"Why am I talking nonsense! You saw it just now, that Yan Ning looked so indifferent, and Ning Muchen answered all the questions by himself, with a smile on his face, it's not like he's a licker!"
Song Hao quickly pulled her out, "Ning Muchen is famous as a smiling tiger in the shopping mall. Just because he smiles doesn't mean he is really smiling. Forget it, you don't understand what I'm saying!"
The atmosphere in the elevator was equally cold.
Ning Muchen was about to take off his coat and put it on Yan Ning, but Yan Ning pushed him away in disgust, "I'm not cold, the doctor said, pregnant women are very angry, why don't you put some clothes on me!"
A ding sound.
The elevator door opened and Yan Ning walked out first.
Ning Muchen stood in the elevator holding his coat. When the elevator was about to close, he stopped the elevator and walked out.
This apartment was newly bought by Ning Muchen, and the decoration style was based on the apartment Yan Ning lived in before.
The style is warm, with off-white walls and warm sofas.
He didn't add any elements that he liked in the decoration of this room, it was completely based on Yan Ning's preferences.
And he suddenly appeared in this apartment, looking solemn and cold.
Ning Muchen hung up his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and walked toward the kitchen while asking Yan Ning, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
"casual."
Ning Muchen opened the refrigerator and looked at the dishes inside, and quickly decided on a few dishes to make, "Then make what you like to eat."
"Um."
After he finished washing the dishes, he turned around and saw Yan Ning sitting on the sofa watching TV. She was sipping milk, with a pink blanket covering her swollen belly. She was as lazy as a cat.
"I almost forgot. I bought your favorite dessert and left it in the car. I'm going to get it now."
He took off his apron and walked out of the house quickly.
I went to the parking lot to pick up the dessert. I thought about how happy Yan Ning was when she saw this dessert, and the smile on her face became a little more.
But it was different from what he thought. When he placed the dessert in front of Yan Ning, she just glanced at it casually.
He said very perfunctorily and lightly, "Thank you, I have no appetite now."
Ning Muchen: "..."
He opened the package, and the sweet smell of cake filled the entire space.
"Didn't you like this taste very much before? I specially selected what you like to eat."
"Although it is not good to eat dessert before a meal, there is nothing wrong with eating less."
He handed the fork to Yan Ning.
Yan Ning moved her eyes from the TV to his face, pondered for a moment, took the fork, held the dessert, took two bites, and then put the dessert down.
When he said to eat less, she really did eat less.
Don't be angry and say you don't want to eat, just follow his request and take a few bites.
Ning Muchen looked at the well-made petals on the cake, moved his hand hanging by his side, and finally said nothing.
He put the cake away, "Since I don't have an appetite, let's eat it later when I have an appetite! I'm going to cook first."
He put the cake away and put it in the refrigerator.
Forty minutes later, three dishes and one soup were placed on the table. They were all delicious, delicious, and Yan Ning's favorite dishes.
"How about it? If there's anything you don't like, tell me and I'll change it next time."
He looked at Yan Ning expectantly, even if he heard criticism from Yan Ning's mouth, he was still very happy.
But Yan Ning didn't even look at him as usual, "It's delicious."
Ning Muchen: "..."
After dinner, Yan Ning returned to the room.
Ning Muchen was cleaning up in the kitchen, and the water was flowing. He squeezed the white porcelain bowl tightly with his hands. If he pressed harder, the white porcelain bowl would be crushed by him.
But he didn't feel it himself, and the scene where he saw Zhou Yubai and Yan Ning getting along before flashed through his mind.
Zhou Yubai would cook for Yan Ning, and while Yan Ning was eating, she would comment on each dish and coquettishly hug Zhou Yubai and tell her what she wanted to eat.
He was peeping through the car window and couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could feel the warmth surrounding them.
He learned from Zhou Yubai's gentle and careful treatment of Yan Ning. In order to cook for Yan Ning himself, he signed up for a class and learned from the most basic.
But Yan Ning never commented on the food he cooked.
I said perfunctorily that it was delicious, ate it calmly, and then thanked him again.
It's like...
He is the chef and nanny she hired.
Polite, distant, and a bit bored.
Ning Muchen slammed the sink, quickly tidied up the kitchen, wiped the water on his hands, and strode towards Yan Ning's room.
The door opened with a bang.
Yan Ning turned around subconsciously. The moment she saw him, she frowned and quickly put down the clothes she had pulled up, "Is something wrong?"
This was the first time Ning Muchen saw Yan Ning not covering up her bulging belly.
He was stunned for a second and walked over, "What were you doing just now?"
"Apply pregnancy oil."
"I'll help you."
Yan Ning frowned, "No, I can do it myself."
Ning Muchen was already sitting by the bed, forcefully took the gray-green bottle placed by the bedside, and gently raised his eyes to look at Yan Ning.
Yan Ning: "..."
She pursed her lips, breathed rapidly for a few times, then calmed down quickly, and opened her clothes.
My fair belly is stretched out greatly, but because it is well maintained, there are no stretch marks.
But it was still a little scary to watch.
It's like the belly is so stretched that only a thin layer is left.
He took a look at the instructions, poured the oil on his hands, rubbed it to warm it, and then gently applied it on his belly.
A big palm covered his belly, and the next second, a moderate force hit his palm.
Ning Muchen was startled, quickly retracted his hand, and looked at Yan Ning in shock.
Yan Ning said calmly, "It's fetal movement."
His expression looked like something from a horror movie.
"Fetal movement?" Ning Muchen was in a strange mood. He touched his belly again with his palm, and the gentle force moved it again, but it soon stopped.
Ning Muchen could not digest the shock caused by this slight force.
His eyes were bright and he was slightly excited, "Ning Ning, our child is greeting me."