Wealthy family pet: refusing to marry a black-bellied president

Chapter 26

When she came to the kitchen, Su Rou opened the refrigerator, and saw the leftovers from their meal tonight, the bright red one looked very attractive.

But, she frowned.

It may be related to pregnancy. Recently, Bai Yun's taste is a bit strong, and he is particularly addicted to spicy food.But Su Rou remembered that Bo Mujue's stomach was a bit poor due to irregular diet, especially spicy food.

Although Bo Mujue never showed it, Su Rou saw that he had diarrhea because he ate a chopstick of boiled fish.No wonder he still went to the bathroom so late, maybe it was because of the food problem tonight.

Sighing, Su Rou took out an egg, made egg fried rice and went to the living room table to eat.While eating, he took out his mobile phone and entered three words in the search bar.

Poor stomach.

The next day, before dawn, Su Rou went into the kitchen again, and when Bo Mujue and Bai Yun came down, black rice porridge and steaming steamed buns had already been set on the dining table.

Su Rou found out from the Internet that people with poor stomachs can drink black rice porridge, which is good for regulating the stomach.

Su Rou hid on the second floor after the breakfast was ready, and there were no servants who would talk too much, so Bo Mujue didn't know that Su Rou made the breakfast, so he naturally made a small bowl of elegant food after sitting down on the dining chair .

Su Rou, who was hiding behind the columns on the second floor, saw the man's calm expression, and unconsciously smiled.

"Hey, today's breakfast is very simple." Bai Yun who followed down sat down opposite Bo Mujue, with a sweet smile and a rosy face.

Bo Mujue signaled the servant to make her a small bowl of porridge, and replied calmly, "I think it's pretty good."

"As long as Mu Jue likes it, I'll try it too." Bai Yun's expression was natural, but there was a strange flash of light in his slightly lowered eyes.

The good family upbringing made Bo Mujue used to eating without talking, so after nodding to Bai Yun, he lowered his head to drink porridge again, and Bai Yun over there also tactfully stopped talking, but his eyes drifted towards Su Rou's hiding place as if nothing direction.

Su Rou intuitively felt that Bai Yun already knew about it, and felt a little embarrassed, so she wanted to turn around and go back to the bedroom.However, just as he stood up straight, a cry suddenly sounded from downstairs.

"Ah, it hurts!"

Bai Yun, who was drinking porridge quietly, suddenly dropped the spoon, holding his stomach and whining loudly, cold sweat dripping from his smooth forehead.

"What's wrong?" Bo Mujue hurriedly got up, stepped forward and hugged her.

Bai Yun hugged her stomach, tears streaming down her face: "Woo, Mu Jue, it hurts, my stomach hurts so much!"

"Why did this happen all of a sudden!"

"I don't know, I just drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, and then it hurt!" Bai Yun cried until the pear blossoms were raining, with a flustered face: "Mu Jue, our child, will our child be okay?"

"No, you can rest assured that I'm here!" Bo Mujue comforted in a low voice, but his sharp eyes fell on the bowl of black rice porridge in front of Bai Yun.

Su Rou who was standing upstairs froze, her intuition was bad.

Here, Bo Mujue asked someone to call a special doctor. Since Bai Yun fell to the ground last time, there has been a special doctor in the villa, which can be said to be specially prepared for Bai Yun.

The servant led the order to go out, Bo Mujue gently put Bai Yun on the sofa, and inspected the servants in the hall one by one with frightening eyes.

"Say, who cooked the porridge today?" The deep voice was mixed with the storm that was about to come.

The servants stood in a row, lowering their heads one by one under the man's gaze, not daring to take a breath.Hearing Bo Mujue's question, everyone was silent and no one answered.

"Huh?" Bo Mujue narrowed his eyes, his tone was full of danger: "Is everyone dumb? Talk!"

The powerful aura made the servants tremble, and they secretly looked at the second floor from the corner of their eyes, but none of them dared to speak.

"Okay, don't say yes, then don't blame me..." Before he finished speaking, a series of hurried footsteps came down from upstairs.

(End of this chapter)