Chapter 709 Hypoglycemia

   attached to the transparent glass coffee table, it looks particularly dazzling.

  Wen Churan turned around and walked over, bent over and tore it off, only to see a short four-line character written on it.

  Up: Chamber.

  Middle: Presidential Palace.

  Down: meet with visiting officials from abroad.

  Night: The study deals with official duties.

  Wen Churan knew that this beautiful long, vigorous and powerful handwriting came from Sheng Shimo.

   was written by him himself!

  Last night...not a dream? !

  He really came to see her last night!

  She asked him to tell her daily schedule, and he really wrote a post-it note and left it in the bedroom!

  Wen Churan held her heart tightly, the post-it note in her hand turned into a ball of flame, and the warm current spread from her palm to her limbs, boiling the blood all over her body.

  The crazy sense of joy made her scream in exclamation, and fell on the bed, her hands and feet curled up with excitement.

  If it hadn’t been for a little thing in her belly, she would have been tumbling violently.

  Wen Churan vigorously looked at the post-it notes in his hands, and even rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was right.

   Immediately, I put the sticky note on my heart again, as if I was reminiscing about the warmth of last night, and looked cautiously as if I had obtained the most precious treasure in the world.

  Perhaps hearing her screaming, the servant knocked on the door of the room.

   "Miss Wen, are you okay?"

  Wen Churan realized that he was too gaffe, and hurriedly got up, coughing in his throat, "Well... it's okay..."

  "Do I need to prepare breakfast for you now?" the servant asked again.

   "Get ready." Wen Churan said, stepping into the bathroom to wash, still carrying the post-it note in his pocket.

  After washing, she carefully pressed the post-it note under the pillow before leaving the bedroom.

  Go downstairs to the restaurant and find that Ann is sitting at the table and waved to her "Miss Wen, good morning."

  Wen Churan did not expect that she would be there. She was taken aback for a moment, and stiffly raised her hand "Um...Miss An, good morning."

  Sit on the table, and the servant arranges breakfast.

  Wen Churan raised his head several times and looked at Ann, who was concentrating on his meal.

  She felt strange that Ann did not live in the presidential palace, why did she rush over early every morning.

  Because she is about to marry Sheng Shimo, do you come to practice how to be a mistress of the presidential palace in advance?

  Wen Churan felt bitter again when he thought of this.

  After eating breakfast, Ann invited a private doctor to give Wen Chuyen a physical examination. The result of the examination was that the baby was very healthy, but the mother had some problems.

  I don’t know if it was because of an almost miscarriage. Wen Chuyan was weak and actually suffered from hypoglycemia.

  The disease of hypoglycemia can be large or small. As long as you eat regularly every day and supplement your body’s nutrients and sugars, there will be basically no problems.

  But if hunger causes the sugar in the body to drop, you will feel fatigued, until you faint, no one will notice for a long time, and you will even die.

  Because she is a pregnant woman, the doctor dared not prescribe medicine for her, and could only tell her to pay attention to her usually. It is best to bring a few candies with you. If you feel dizzy, peel one off and eat.

  Although it is only low blood sugar, Wen Chuyan's belly is after all the flesh and blood of the President. If a boy is born, he will be the eldest son of the President. You must not miss it.

  For a time, the whole presidential palace was in a commotion. The servants changed their methods and started to supplement Wen Churan with nutrition. Wen Churan's face was even worse than bitter gourd.

  (End of this chapter)