This day is much easier than yesterday's wedding.

However, Ye Jiaqi had severe morning sickness today, and he vomited in darkness without eating anything at noon.

In the afternoon, she was spitting by the pool, and Qiao Sinian handed over tissues and frowned with heartache.

He rubbed her back: "Is it better? Is it uncomfortable?"

"It's a bit uncomfortable." Ye Jiaqi stood up straight and leaned in his arms. "Any of these babies are worried, and every time... it's like this."

"Thank you for your hard work, Jiaqi, thank you for your hard work." Qiao Sinian felt so distressed that she kept holding her and looking at her pale little face.

"Sweet burden." Ye Jiaqi smiled, "You have no psychological pressure. Generally speaking, sweetness is more than burden. For me, pregnancy is a responsibility and a kind of happiness."

"How could you bear to let you suffer this hardship? It hurts so much." As soon as he mentioned this, he remembered the pain she suffered from giving birth to a child two times. He, Qiao Sinian, really couldn't make up for it.

Ye Jiaqi talked to him for a while and it was much better.

"We have to go to the prenatal checkup the day after tomorrow. Are you going together?" she asked.

"Of course." Qiao Sinian hugged her, "Take a baby well, don't worry about anything else, be happy every day."

"Okay, I got it. Are you going to make me a bowl of red bean taro balls? I want to eat it."

"Well, I'll go to the kitchen now."

Ye Jiaqi finally sent Qiao Sinian away. This man was more nervous than her when he was with a pregnant woman for the first time and wanted to hold her in his hand.

There are also guests chatting and playing golf in Qiao's house, and Fang Cheng and Xiang Leitian are accompanying him.

Qiao Sinian's friend saw Qiao Sinian busy in the kitchen and couldn't help but joke: "When did Mr. Qiao learn how to wash his hands and make soup?"

Qiao Sinian was in the process of regulation and glanced at them lightly: "I can't compare to you guys, I have been able to do it since I was a child."

"Master Qiao is really kidding us. In terms of Brother Young Master, we are not as good as Master Qiao." Someone said, "Master Qiao, you can do whatever we can play, and you can do what we can do even if we can do what we can do. Tell me, you are the well-deserved brother."

"..." Qiao Sinian glanced at them, "Do you have a brain to make you look taller? Please don't talk nonsense at my house, I can't do anything."

He is not, he does not, don't talk nonsense.

"Master Qiao, you haven't come out to play with us for a long time. After the wedding, let's go to the yard to ride a horse together?"

"No time." Qiao Sinian refused coldly.

“…”

"You can go out and don't bother me."

"Tsk, Mr. Qiao is a completely different person."

"I've always been different from you."

Everyone: "..."

After a while, the group of people left the kitchen.

Qiao Sinian continued to cook red bean taro balls for Ye Jiaqi.

The outside of Qiao's house was calm, and there was no wind in the hot afternoon, and the leaves remained motionless.

The sycamore tree in Qiao's house was already very high, and the sunlight penetrated from the interlaced branches and leaves, casting light and shadow on the blank ground.

On such an afternoon, the years in Qiao's house are quiet and peaceful, as if overlapping with the memories of his youth, and are beautiful and leisurely.

A bowl of red bean taro balls was boiled. Qiao Sinian specially stirred with a spoon and then sent it to Ye Jiaqi after it was not hot.

Ye Jiaqi held the pillow in the bedroom and watched the bubble drama. When he smelled the fragrance, he jumped off the sofa and rushed over.
Chapter completed!