Chapter 735 Kissing Her Forehead

At this time, the maid brought a delicate small bowl, which contained Chinese herbal medicine that had been stewed for several hours. "Miss, drink this bowl of medicine while it is hot."

Tang Moer has been drinking Chinese herbal medicine for a long time. She didn't know how many herbs were in it. It was Lu Yeming who got it. Since drinking this medicine, her aging condition has been significantly alleviated.

Although Lu Yeming didn't say anything, she knew that this bowl of medicine must be very expensive.

She reached out to drink the medicine.

But she smelled the smell of Chinese herbal medicine, and a sour water rose in her heart. She quickly frowned uncomfortably.

"What's wrong?"

At this time, a low and magnetic voice sounded in her ears.

Tang Moer raised her eyes and bumped into Lu Yeming's deep phoenix eyes. His eyes fell on her little face, and there was a bit of concern in his exploration.

"Yeming, can I not drink this bowl of medicine tonight?"

Lu Yeming shook his head and spit out two words without questioning, "No."

"..."

Tang Moer lowered her head, held the small bowl with both hands, and drank a mouthful of Chinese medicine with her breath.

She wanted to swallow it quickly, but the Chinese medicine went to her throat. She dropped the bowl and ran directly into the kitchen.

Standing at the kitchen counter, she vomited.

Her stomach was churning. Once she vomited, she couldn't stop, but she didn't eat anything and only vomited a little sour water.

She wanted to vomit just now when she smelled the Chinese medicine.

"Sister Mo'er!" Jun Xiqing quickly wanted to get up.

But someone was faster than her. Lu Yeming got up, spread his long legs and went into the kitchen.

A strong wind blew by her side. The man took a big step. The two long legs wrapped in the cut-like trousers came to Tang Mo'er with steady and sharp force.

He stretched out his bony palm to Tang Mo'er's delicate back and patted it gently, "Why are you vomiting? It's uncomfortable?"

Tang Mo'er lowered her head. She suddenly remembered something. It seemed that her period was several days late.

Her period has always been on time, and she has given birth to a cow, so she has experience in this regard.

Last time, she also forgot to take the contraceptive pill afterwards.

Will she...

Tang Moer didn't dare to think about it, not at all.

Lu Yeming looked at half of her profile. Her face was pale, bloodless, as if she was at a loss.

He reached out, and with his slender fingers, he tucked a few strands of her hair that fell on her cheeks behind her snow-white ears, then held her fair shoulders and turned her in front of him, "Sister, what's wrong with you? Tell me, huh?"

His voice was still calm, and he induced her to give the answer without rushing.

Jun Xiqing came to the kitchen door and asked hesitantly, "Sister Moer, are you... pregnant?"

Lu Yeming's tall body stagnated.

...

In the bathroom.

Tang Moer locked herself in, holding a pregnancy test stick in her hand. The five minutes of waiting were simply a torture.

She stared at the pregnancy test stick, not daring to miss anything.

Soon, a red line appeared on the pregnancy test stick, and then... two red lines.

Pregnant.

She was really pregnant.

The pregnancy test stick in her hand fell on the carpet, and her pale eyes quickly turned red and wet.

She had always wanted to get pregnant.

Mr. Gu had always wanted a daughter.

They had tried for so long without success, but they didn't expect that this time they would succeed.

What should they do?

What should they do?

Tang Moer stretched out her little hand and touched her still flat belly, where there was already a little life.

It must be a daughter, this was a mother's intuition, it couldn't be wrong.

However, with her current physical condition, she couldn't get pregnant at all, and she couldn't guarantee that she could bring this baby into the world safely.

How much she wanted a daughter.

How much she wanted to give Mr. Gu a daughter.

Tang Moer's delicate body slid down the wall and sat on the soft wool carpet...

In the room outside the door, Jun Xiqing looked at the closed bathroom door in front of her, and then looked at the man standing by the bathroom door.

Lu Yeming had been standing there, his hands in his trouser pockets, his slender body leaning against the wall in a lazy but elegant manner. He lowered his eyes, and his thick and curled eyelashes quietly covered his eyes. I don’t know what he was thinking.

He stood there for as long as Tang Moer had been in there.

Soon, he moved, took one hand out of his trouser pocket, and then knocked on the door, "Sister."

He lowered his voice, appearing particularly gentle.

There was no sound from inside.

He continued to knock on the door, "Knock knock knock", "Sister, open the door."

There was still no sound from inside.

Lu Yeming frowned, "Sister, if you don’t open it, I will kick the door. I’m not kidding, it’s true."

There was still no sound from inside.

"Sister, move away."

Jun Xiqing was watching from behind, and as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his long leg that he had put in his trouser pocket and kicked the door of the bathroom.

There was a deafening "bang".

Jun Xiqing was startled. This man had a smug heart under his glamorous appearance, and he was very domineering and strong.

But he deliberately restrained himself when he was with Tang Moer.

With a "click", the door of the bathroom was kicked open.

Lu Yeming walked in.

He did not retract the frost on his face. The next second, he saw Tang Moer curled up in the corner, hugging her knees and burying her face.

Lu Yeming looked at her, and the frost on his face instantly dissipated, and a layer of softness covered his handsome eyebrows.

He walked forward, slowly knelt on one knee, and squatted in front of her. He raised his hand and touched her soft hair.

He rubbed it gently first, then slid down with his big palm, holding the back of her head, letting her head rest in his arms.

"It's okay, don't be afraid." He whispered.

Big tears fell down, and Tang Moer began to sob softly, "But... I'm afraid, really... I'm so scared..."

Lu Yeming hooked his thin lips, "To give birth, or not, this is your choice, follow your heart, as long as you are happy."

"What I have to do is to clean up for you. You just have to make a choice, and leave the rest to me."

Jun Xiqing stood there and listened, the man's soft and doting voice slowly poured into her eardrums, and suddenly her heart was rippled with circles and circles.

What is love?

She has seen a lot of love since she was a child, and the most impressive one is Uncle Jun's love for Madam Xuanji, but she thinks that at this moment she has seen the most beautiful love in the world.

She didn't dare to call it "love", but she was sure that it was "love".

Tang Mo'er's tears fell more and more. She slowly raised her head, her bright eyes were wet like a wounded deer, and she looked at him with tears in her eyes, "Ye Ming, thank you, but... I can't make a choice. I want to... call... Mr. Gu. I want to... tell him that I'm pregnant. I... miss him very much..."

Tang Mo'er sobbed softly, her eyes and nose were red, she was calling... Mr. Gu...

What she missed and wanted to rely on was Mr. Gu's shoulder.

She was pregnant with Mr. Gu's child.

Lu Ye Ming looked at the small face in front of him, then raised his hand and gently stroked her face.

Wiping the tears on her face with his fingertips, he whispered, like coaxing a little girl who had not grown up, "Then I'll give you a cell phone, can you call him?"

Tang Mo'er sobbed, biting her lips with her fine white teeth, crying and laughing, then shook her head, "I can't, I can't bear... to let Mr. Gu follow me... to suffer together, it's better for me to suffer alone..."

"Okay," Lu Yeming held her tearful little face, "Then I'll accompany you to suffer together."

He hugged her into his arms again.

Tang Mo'er reached out and grabbed his clothes until wrinkles appeared. She choked with pain and vented all her despair and helplessness...

...

After crying for a while, Tang Mo'er cried until her eyes were swollen. She was tired of crying and wanted to sleep.

After all, it was the body of a pregnant woman, especially sleepy.

Lu Yeming handed over a bowl of warm Chinese medicine, "Sister, you still have to drink the medicine, drink it while it's hot."

"Oh." Tang Moer didn't dare to be willful, she took the small bowl, held her breath and drank a small bowl of Chinese medicine.

It was so bitter.

As soon as she drank it, she wanted to spit it out.

At this time, a big hand with distinct joints stretched out, "Here you go."

Tang Moer lowered her eyes and saw that there was an extra... lime in Lu Yeming's palm.

The lime was full and transparent, with tears hanging on it. The sour and slightly sweet taste made people want to drool at the sight of it.

"Lime?" Tang Moer's eyes lit up.

Lu Yeming curled his lips, "I remember you loved it the most. Now that you are pregnant, you should like sour food even more."

"Yeming, thank you."

Tang Moer took the lime and took a small bite directly. The full sour and sweet juice inside spread into her mouth, suppressing her nausea.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah."

Tang Moer lay down on the swing bed. After the city was covered with snow that night, Lu Yeming sent a designer to renovate her room and add a swing bed.

The big swing bed has a lace dome, and the hazy gauze hangs down around it. With a slight movement, the swing bed will swing up, like the princess's love and the girl's romance.

"Yeming, do you still remember the lime tree growing in front of my window every morning when I opened the window at my grandma's house when I was a child?"

Lu Yeming sat on a rattan chair beside the swing bed, his two long legs stretched forward, his delicate ankles overlapped, in a free and elegant posture.

"Of course I remember. That lime tree grew so well, bearing abundant fruits every year, so the children in the village liked to climb the tree to steal the fruits. They also liked to bully me and called me dumb."

Tang Moer rested on the snow-white pillow, with soft black hair and a fair face. She curled her red lips, "One day I came back and saw those wild kids bullying you. I picked up a stick and rushed over to teach them a lesson."

"Yes, they ran back home crying. Those parents were angry and went to grandma to argue. Grandma punished us to face the wall, but she closed the door and cooked sweet and sour pork ribs for us. Since then, those children never dared to bully me again. They all said that I had a female devil sister."

Tang Moer smiled with curved eyebrows. She had been bullied in the Qin family since she was a child. She knew how to protect herself. If someone hit her, she would definitely hit her back.

This is her own brother. When those wild kids bullied her brother, she rolled up her sleeves without saying a word.

Thinking of the past, Tang Moer's bright eyes were filled with spring water, sparkling and sparkling.

Those days were really happy.

Carefree.

Lu Yeming reached out and pulled the silk quilt over her, covering her with it, revealing her little head, "But I still remember when you were little, you climbed up the tree to pick limes, and then threw them down, and the limes rolled all over the floor. You gave me a bag and let me chase you all over the floor."

"And in the summer, when it was hot, you took a nap in bed, and asked me to fan you to drive away mosquitoes."

"You should have treated me as a free little follower at that time."

Tang Moer didn't admit it, "Yeming, you are too heartless. You only remember that your sister ordered you around. Why don't you remember the time when you had a high fever, your sister cried at your bedside, and stayed by your side and refused to go anywhere. Your sister always ate less meat and gave that piece of meat to you. You are so tall and handsome now, all because of the nutrition your sister gave you."

Lu Yeming's deep phoenix eyes overflowed with unprecedented tenderness, and his handsome eyebrows were all rippled. He smiled at Tang Moer.

Tang Moer curled her red lips and gently closed her eyes, "Yeming, sister is going to sleep."

"Well, good night."

Soon, Tang Moer fell asleep.

Lu Yeming lowered his eyes and looked at her soft little face. All his memories went back to the midsummer of 1990s. That summer was extremely hot. The lime trees outside the window were in full bloom. The radio in the room was talking about something, and the aroma of grandma's best braised pork drifted from the kitchen.

The child of some neighbor started crying again, and the cicadas on the tree kept chirping. Tang Moer, who was seven or eight years old, was sent to her grandmother's house, broke into his life, and grew up with him.

Lu Yeming slowly lowered his tall body, moved closer to Tang Moer's forehead little by little, and then gently pressed against it.

He dropped a kiss on her fair forehead.

It was a very light kiss, for fear of waking her up from her sleep.

He couldn't remember how many times she had held her chin and looked at him eagerly, "Brother, brother, you have to learn to speak, my name is Tang Moer, come, learn from me, Tang, Mo, Er, Moer!"

She taught him to speak in a clear and melodious voice, and taught him to recite his name over and over again, Moer.

Jun Xiqing stood outside the door, she watched Lu Yeming lower his eyes and kiss sister Moer's forehead, and didn't leave for a long time.

She turned sideways and pressed her slender and beautiful back against the wall. She thought everyone had a time of beauty in their hearts.

There is a softness that others cannot reach, a lifelong love.

Jun Xiqing remembered that when she was young, she and Uncle Jun rode wildly on the lawn. Uncle Jun pointed at the beautiful mountains and rivers of Country Z with his whip and said to her, "Qingqing, who says women are inferior to men?"

Jun Xiqing slowly raised her red lips. That was her charming time and her first belief.

She always felt that she was far away from Lu Yeming, a mysterious man, and she couldn't see him clearly because of a layer of fog.

Now she has cleared the layers of fog, but suddenly found that his heart is actually very soft.