Chapter 775: Xu Jiamu's choice (34)

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Joan got home, went to the bathroom and picked up the pregnancy test sticks thrown on the ground, put them in a black garbage bag, and took the test sheet he brought out of the hospital, looking around the bedroom. The place wanted to hide, and finally lay on the fluffy carpet, and when I stuffed it under the bed, I saw a familiar iron box.
Joan froze for a moment, pulled the iron box out, opened it, and saw the old RMB, air tickets, train tickets, and an envelope with a light blue background and pink hearts.
This was when she gave Lu Jinnian her birthday, because the surprises she had bought him could only hide the iron box under the bed, and later thought that the child was taken by him and separated from him. Just thinking about those things, I also thought that the iron box was in my suitcase.
If it wasn't for today, she discovered it by accident, wondering how long this iron box will stay under this bed?
Joan stared at the things in the iron box for a while, then the corners of her lips were slightly bent, and the pregnancy test sticks and tests she took were all put into the iron box, covered with a lid, and pushed again. Back under the bed.
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When Xu Jiamu returned to the Suyuan apartment, Song Xiangsi was wrapped in an apron and cooking in the kitchen.
The kitchen is open. When Xu Jiamu stood at the entrance and changed his shoes, he saw Song Xiangsi imposingly holding a knife and chopping cucumber there with no rules and beauty.
I turned on the smoking machine and didn't know what Song Xiangsi was doing. The smell of smoke in the house was a little choking. She heard the door opening, covered her mouth, coughed, turned her head, and said straight to Xu Jiamu's mouth: " Come back? Wash your hands and eat."
Then, without waiting for Xu Jiamu to reply, he turned his head freely like a murder. He held the knife handle in both hands and chopped up the cucumber on the chopping board. Then he grabbed it and placed it in two bowls. , Holding one in one hand, "snap" hard and put it at the dining table, raised an eyebrow at Xu Jiamu, who was standing in the living room frowning and looking at her: "What are you doing? You don't eat?"
"Huh." Xu Jiamu responded, went to the bathroom and washed his handle, sitting opposite Song Xiangsi, just picked up the chopsticks. When he saw the dark mass in the bowl, the chopsticks were frightened. "La" fell on the table from his hand: "Song Xiangsi, can you tell me, what the is this?"
Song Xiangsi calmly lifted his eyelids, a proper expression: "Jianjiang noodles, why, haven't you eaten?"
"Jianjiang noodles? What is your family's noodles?" Xu Jiamu picked up the chopsticks again, picked the lumps in the bowl and the cucumber shreds of different thickness that barely became cucumber shreds. The black sauce that came out of something, with a disgusted smile on his face, said: "Oh, I really can't see it."
As Xu Jiamu's voice settled, Song Xiangsi grabbed the bowl in front of him. Without saying a word, he dumped the trash can. Xu Jiamu quickly grabbed the bowl back, holding chopsticks and pressing hard. After stirring for a long time, he barely picked up a noodle and put it in his mouth. The next second, Xu Jiamu picked up the glass beside him, and drank a lot of gas: "Song Xiangsi, how much did you put in the end salt?"