“The child was born” Rong’s mother stood up anxiously, “Why should I wait for the child to be born, Xiao Qian is pregnant and is inconvenient to hold a wedding. You can prepare in advance first, and the wedding will be held as soon as the child is born. You don’t tell your mother anything, how can you help you hold a wedding?”
“Mom is right, why didn’t I expect it?” Rong Jun smiled warmly and said to his mother, “Then we will be hard for our wedding.”
“What should be happiness to see you finally walk out?” Rong’s mother suddenly stopped and almost mentioned the things that happened back then. She looked at Lan Qian’s expression carefully, and said with a haha, “It’s too late to be happy to see you finally get married and have children.”
At noon, a table of dishes was prepared in the kitchen, and Rong’s mother stayed to have dinner together.
Before leaving, he specially instructed Lan Qian to pay attention to many things during pregnancy and her experience in dealing with her.
Lan Qian wanted to send Rong’s mother out with Rong Jun, but was stopped by Rong’s mother, afraid that she would be tired from pregnancy.
After Rong Jun sent Rong’s mother out, Rong’s mother looked at Lan Qian who had not come out, and then whispered: “Xiao Qian knows what happened to you back then. Did she almost let it go at noon.”
“I don’t know.” Rong Jun looked melancholy and smiled, “Mom, get in the car.”
After seeing Rong’s mother off, Rong Jun entered the living room and saw Lan Qian sitting on the sofa watching TV. There was a cup of hot tea on the coffee table in front of her, steaming.
Lan Qian never asked Rong Jun anything, but in fact she had already heard the weirdness in Rong’s mother’s words.
A cartoon comedy is being played on TV, and Lan Qian smiles from time to time.
He reached out to hold the hot tea in front of him, and was taken away by Rong Jun, who was sitting beside him. “I am so adult, I still like to watch children’s cartoons.”
“It’s too tiring to watch something else.” Lan Qian said looking at the TV screen.
Rong Jun smiled gently and blew the hot tea in the cup.
Lan Qian looked at it for a while, suddenly paused, moved her eyes, and saw the hot tea handed to her, “It’s not hot anymore, you can drink it.”
He looked up at Rong Jun. She thought he was going to drink it herself, so she sat next to her and blew for a long time.