The elegant Nie Ronghua was sitting in the living room, and Ma Liu had just served her some tea.
Her personal doctor, George, an American man in his thirties, was sitting on the sofa opposite her. He was eye-to-eye with Carter. This seemed to be something he must do every time he came.
"Qiu Mo is back." Nie Ronghua smiled at Qiu Mo who had just walked in. There was some hypocrisy in her smile, but Qiu Mo still greeted her politely.
George also hurriedly stopped looking at Carter and looked at Qiu Mo at the door. She seemed to have just woken up, with the blush still on her face, but her eyes were bright and shining with dazzling light. If you ignore it,
That ordinary face, these eyes should be the best of the best.
"Mom, have you run out of medicine again?" Qiu Mo went straight to the point. There was no relationship between her and Nie Ronghua, and Nie Ronghua also looked down upon her humble background. The relationship between them was just a use, a person who was willing to be used.
Relationships, so talking about feelings is all fake and artificial.
Nie Ronghua still had that hypocritical smile. He took Qiu Mo's hand and sat down next to him. He asked softly: "Qiu Mo, how are you feeling lately?"
Although she knew that Nie Ronghua was only concerned about the child in her belly, she still replied politely: "It's very good. The baby is also very healthy. Sometimes he even kicks me naughtily."
Nie Ronghua's smile was genuine this time. She gently touched Qiu Mo's belly, imagining the baby that was about to be born in their Leng family, "Has Leng Xiao named the baby?"
Qiu Mo's expression dimmed. He never even asked how he would name the baby, but immediately said with a smile: "He has been too busy recently and hasn't found time yet."
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law chatted about the baby for a while, and then Nie Ronghua said to George: "Let's get started."
Qiu Mo stood up and said, "Mom, please sit down first."
She herself followed George to the medical room on the third floor.
George skillfully took out the blood-drawing syringe and instruments. Qiu Mo took off her slippers, leaned on the bed with her knees bent, and looked out the window with calm eyes. It was autumn, and the maple leaves were like fire.
George turned his head and saw her quiet look. Although her face was not stunningly beautiful, it was so beautiful and pure against the golden tree outside the window.
He was stunned for a while before walking over and taking Qiu Mo's snow-white arm. The arteries in this arm were densely covered with a row of purple needle holes. The old ones were not healed yet, and new ones were added.