Chapter 1917: He is less willing to suffer than her child

When thinking of this, how could Murong Mian not be excited, he felt as if he would not speak anymore.
He was eager to confirm it, but was afraid he would be disappointed.
He excitedly clasped Ji Mianmian's arm: "I'm not cold, I'm fine ... That bun, you can't eat it, we won't eat it, there are others, which one do you think you can eat?"
Ji Mianmian wondered, why is he still weird?
She felt her dry belly and said, "I'm really hungry too, maybe I came back from abroad suddenly, and my stomach didn't get used to it all of a sudden."
Mu Rongmian nodded wildly: "Uh, um ... it should be, eat more."
He carefully helped Ji Mianmian out of the bathroom.
Ji Mianmian watched him worry for a while, and carefully supported her and laughed: "What's the matter with you, I just didn't eat right, and I'm not sick, why are you so careful?"
Mu Rongmian said: "I think your face is particularly bad, I am worried."
After the blush on Ji Mianmian's face had faded away, it was a little pale, and it looked really weak.
He helped Ji Mianmian return to the table and let her taste something else.
As a result, Ji Mianmian found that she had a lot of gastrointestinal discomfort. This taste was wrong, that taste was not right, and there was not much food to choose from on a table, except porridge.
On the way, Ji Mianmian ran the toilet two more times, and vomited darkly before coming out.
A meal is eaten like a fight, let alone Ji Mianmian is full. After eating, he slumps on the sofa and mourns: "What's wrong, am I staying abroad, and my stomach is so charming Yet?"
As a foodie, the table full of food can not be eaten, this pain, Ji Mianmian has nowhere to tell.
She's never been like this since she was born. Obviously, a girl who can eat very much. As a result, I can't eat this one.
Mu Rongmian was distressed. It had been speculated that Ji Mianmian's joy of pregnancy had faded. He was more reluctant to suffer than her child.
He rubbed her belly gently: "Go to the hospital in the afternoon, just check it up."
Ji Mianmian thought about it and nodded: "OK."
She was worried that she was really sick.
Others are okay, can't eat, it's too painful.
Mu Rongmian saw Ji Mianmian's face pale, pouting, and four big words written in his eyes-I didn't have enough food, a small face was pitiful, and he couldn't bear to bear it in her heart.
"How about some fruit?"
Ji Mianmian nodded: "Fruit should work, if it doesn't work, then I will cry."
She ate three bananas in one go and felt less hungry.
In the afternoon, the two ran to the hospital.
First go to the cardio-cerebral department to hang an expert number and check the heart.
The doctor said that it is still good, but you must pay attention to rest, do not do strenuous exercise, pay attention to maintain a comfortable mood, if you have any discomfort, be sure to come to the hospital.
Mu Rongmian's problem was not big. Ji Mianmian was finally relieved. What she was most afraid of was his accident.
Then, Murong Mian took Ji Mianmian to see her stomach. As a result, after the doctor asked her about her condition, she looked up and down and asked, "Married?"
Ji Mianmian nodded: "Doctor, this has something to do with my stomach."
"Your stomach is fine."
Ji Mianmian is speechless, no problem, why do you ask this?
Doctor: "I advise you to go upstairs to obstetrics and gynecology."