Chapter 734 744, you are malnourished (one more)

  Mo Qingyi smiled and said, "If you are human, why don't you dare to come out and meet us?"

   "Meet! See you! See you!" The voice kept repeating this sentence.

   "Duanmumu, let's go, pretend and ignore him." Mo Qingyi grabbed Duanmuzhe's hand and walked out.

   "Wait a minute." The voice sounded again, and when it came to three words, the tone was particularly slippery.

Mo Qingyi paused, looked back, and rubbed his nose with his thumb, "I'll give you a minute to think about it, I don't care who you are, please show up immediately, my sister doesn't have time to play hide-and-seek with you here. ."

  The air was quiet for a moment, and then a sharp voice suddenly sounded, with a bit of dissatisfaction.

   "It's boring!"

   "Humans, idiots!"

   Now Mo Qingyi can be sure, this thing is definitely not a person.

  Just in time, there was a 'thump' sound in the air, and a bird all black landed on Duanmu Zhe's shoulder, it tilted its head and looked at Mo Qingyi curiously.

   This is a mynah with an excellent coat color. He is very good-looking. He has a pair of small black eyes that are very spiritual, and the black eyeballs are rolling non-stop.

   "You were talking just now?" Mo Qingyi reached out and touched Brother Wren's head.

  I didn't expect that the hand hadn't stretched far, and the mynk immediately flew to the other shoulder of Duanmu Zhe, screaming, "Idiot! Don't touch me!"

   "Duanmu Xiaosi, do you have a leg with this bird?" Mo Qingyi looked at Duanmu Zhe with curiosity in his eyes.

  If it didn't have one leg, how could this bird stay on Duanmu Zhe's shoulder and not get off?

   "No, I don't know it." Duanmuzhe shook his head, his neck stiffened, and he looked like he was allergic to birds, "Qingqing, get rid of it quickly!"

  Mo Qingyi just grabbed it behind him, and the mynk flew to Duanmuzhe's head with a 'bass', "I won't go! I won't go!"

  Mo Qingyi was delighted and said with a smile, "Duanmu Xiaosi, this little bird must have liked you, right?"

   "Mo Qingyi, will you marry me?" Brother Wren started his famous song again, standing on top of Duanmu Zhe's head, combing his feathers with his mouth, looking very arrogant.

   Obviously, it still doesn't know that Mo Qingyi is the person standing in front of him.

   "Small thing, it's quite aura." Mo Qingyi stood on tiptoe, trying to catch Brother Wren, but was helpless because of his height, plus that Brother Wren kept dodging left and right, she couldn't catch it at all.

   If Duanmu Zhe hadn't been supporting her waist all the time, she would have fallen with an unstable center of gravity.

  Unfortunately, the wren said very flatly, "Idiot! I can't catch it! I can't catch it! I'm mad at you! I'm mad at you!"

  Mo Qingyi said angrily, "Dead bird, stinky bird, rotten bird, see if I don't catch you, then strip your hair off, and then roast you!"

   "Scary woman! Terrible woman!" Mynae fluttered his wings excitedly.

   Duanmu Zhe put his hands on Mo Qingyi's waist and whispered, "Slow down, don't fall, if you like it, let's take it back together."

  Thanks to this mynah for allowing him to take advantage of it in an open and honest way. I usually think that Mo Qingyi saves fabrics for the country, but now it seems that this is not the case.

  Anything must be experienced in person in order to make a correct judgment.

   "Go home together, go home together." Mynae flapped his wings excitedly, stood firmly on Duanmu Zhe's head, retracted a small paw, and maintained the state of "Golden Rooster Independence".

   When he heard the word 'go home', his eyes flashed with excitement.

   "Are you sure you just met this little bird?" Mo Qingyi narrowed his eyes and looked at Duanmu Zhe.

   Looking at this little bird, it doesn't look like he just met Duanmu Zhe.

"I'm not called a bird, I have a name." Mynae combed his feathers and looked at Mo Qingyi with a proud face. Mynae's imitation ability is very strong. After saying a few words to Mo Qingyi, he I can master the rhythm of speaking.

   "Finally I can say it neatly." Mo Qingyi folded his arms around his chest, "Where did you come from? What's your name?"

   Brother Wren looked at Mo Qingyi condescendingly, and Mo Qingyi, who looked at him arrogantly, spit out four words, "My name is Wangcai!" It was as if that was really a high-level name.

   "Pfft!" Mo Qingyi laughed directly, "Good name, good name."

   Having said that, Wang Cai's little head was raised even higher, and it flew to Mo Qingyi's head with normal wings.

   Duanmu Zhe finally breathed a sigh of relief.

   If it wasn't for seeing that Mo Qingyi liked this dead bird, he would have slapped it away long ago.

  The original two had an extra bird. Most of the time, it was Mo Qingyi who was arguing with Wang Cai, and Duanmu Zhe was listening.

   When Duanmu Zhe and Mo Qingyi returned to the distance, this place had become a playground for small animals.

  Many wild goats that are native to the island are eating roses.

   Originally, Mo Qingyi was still worried about whether such roses would pollute the environment, but now it seems that she is thinking too much.

   "Come with me, Qingqing, I have a surprise for you." Seeing that such a romantic environment was destroyed by a group of wild goats, Duanmuzhe was a little depressed, so he had to take Mo Qingyi to the other side.

   Duanmu Zhe took out a silk scarf and put it over Mo Qingyi's eyes, then tied a beautiful bow on the back of his head, held her hand, and walked to the other side.

  Wangcai is very interesting. During this period, he followed the two of them quietly without making a sound.

  The golden sand leaves two rows of footprints deep and shallow.

   Soon, a wave rushed over and rolled up a layer of sand, and the beach was restored to the same level as before.

   After about 5-6 minutes, Duanmu Zhe brought Mo Qingyi to a place to stop.

   A breeze blows, with a faint floral fragrance.

   Duanmu Zhe unhurriedly untied his silk scarf and widened his eyes in surprise when he saw the scene in front of him.

   This is a simple frame made of wood, just like a grape trellis, but the only difference is that instead of grapes, there are wild roses that are in full bloom.

  The dense roses covered the strong sun, the breeze was blowing, and there were bursts of flower rain, so romantic.

   In the middle of the shelf there is also a small delicate table with candles, goblets, red wine, and steak.

   "Do you like it?" Duanmu Zhe looked at Mo Qingyi and asked.

   "I like it, I like it very much." Mo Qingyi hugged Duanmu Zhe's waist excitedly.

   Duanmu Zhe couldn't hold back and kissed her lips again, and said in a hoarse voice, "As long as you like it."

  Young and unknowing taste.

   Once you get on it, it’s hard to quit.

  Wangcai stood on a gorgeous rose flower and covered his eyes with his wings.

   This picture is really too few birds to be suitable for.

   will destroy this pure bird.

  Sunshine, coast, beach, flowers, food, loved ones.

   This life is enough.

  Mo's house.

   Not long after Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan returned to the imperial palace, the mother and baby shop sent someone to deliver the items that Mo Zhixuan had purchased.

   Looking at the piles of baby belongings, Chu Jin frowned slightly, "Mo Zhixuan, did you make a mistake? We don't seem to buy so many things, right?" Prodigal! What a loser! So many things, I don't know if I can use them all.

   "That's right, this is what we bought." Mo Zhixuan instructed the servant, "Take all these things to the empty room upstairs and put them away."

   "Good Jiuye."

   It took a few servants 30 minutes to move everything.

   Here, Mrs. Mo is already busy decorating the children's room.

  Because she knew that Chu Jin was pregnant with twins, Mrs. Mo chose a large children's room.

   There are more than 120 squares.

Mrs. Mo took Chu Jin to the children's room, pointed to the empty room and said, "A Jin, look here are two small beds, here are the toys, here is the desk, oh, and here, here wardrobe……"

   Zhao Yan also walked in from behind, "My dear, I still think blue is better for decoration. Boys like blue, A Jin, do you think I'm right?"

Just as Chu Jin was about to nod her head, Mrs. Mo said, "Xiao Qian, this has not been born yet, who knows if it is a boy or a girl, if you want me to say, it's better to choose pink, bright pink, and versatile, even if it is a Boys can live too, A Jin, you think what I said is right?"

   Mrs. Mo plans to let the two little guys sleep in the same room before the age of 5, and sleep in separate rooms after the age of 6, which will help enhance their relationship.

What the two old people said was very reasonable, Chu Jin didn't know who to support, so he came up with a plan, "Two mothers, you can discuss it, I think it's good, it's better than blue and pink. Use it? I'm a little hungry, go downstairs to eat."

   After the words fell, Chu Jin turned around and left.

Mrs. Mo immediately said, "Qinghe, go and help A Jin, let the kitchen prepare more delicious food, suitable for pregnant women... Forget it, I'll go to the kitchen in person." With that, Mrs. Mo said I hurriedly walked towards the downstairs kitchen, regardless of the decoration.

   Zhao Yan took the design drawing and said beside the designer, "Young man, you are right, just use blue paint."

  The designer looked at Mrs. Mo with some embarrassment. After all, Mrs. Mo was the real owner of the Mo family.

   Mrs. Mo was busy cooking for Chu Jin, so she said, "Everything follows Mrs. Chu's arrangement."

   "Okay." The designer nodded.

   "Ninth Madam, I'll help you go downstairs." Qinghe supported Chu Jin and walked downstairs.

   "No, no, go get busy." Chu Jin refused with a smile, which made her seem like a crippled person who needed someone to support her wherever she went.

   "No, the old lady told me." Qinghe insisted very much. In fact, Qinghe liked Chu Jin very much.

   Before Chu Jin, she used to be with Luo Yu for a while.

   During that time, she was tortured to such a degree by Luo Yu.

   That Luo Yu, relying on her pregnancy, can really do anything, she can no longer be described as being pampered and arrogant.

   During the days when Luo Tiao was there, the Mo family went up and down, chickens and dogs jumped, and they didn't live in peace for a few minutes.

  Chu Jin is different.

   In the end, the birth is different. The empress is the empress. This kind of bearing and behavior is really not comparable to ordinary people.

Chu Jin was helpless, so she had to let Qinghe walk downstairs, and Mrs. Mo came out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup, and said to Chu Jin with a smile, "A Jin, I read the inspection report that you are a little malnourished. , this is the tonic soup that I specially made for you, taste it and see if it tastes good, if it tastes good, I will cook it for you every day in the future."

   Malnutrition?

  Chu Jin was stunned, why didn't she see malnutrition on the inspection report?

   "Mom, did you read it wrong?" Chu Jin raised his hand and pulled the hair on his forehead behind his ear, "The doctor said that my indicators are normal, the fetal development is also very stable, and there is no malnutrition."

"If I say so, I will," Mrs. Mo said with a straight face, "You young people are careless and didn't see it. Look how thin you are? Hurry up and drink the soup." In Mrs. Mo's eyes Inside, now Chu Jin is extremely thin, afraid that a gust of wind will blow her away. Isn't this malnutrition?

   Looking at Mrs. Mo, Chu Jin suddenly remembered the famous saying: Your mother thinks you are cold.

   When you come to her, it turns out that your mother thinks you are malnourished.

Under Mrs. Mo's expectant gaze, Chu Jin took the bowl of soup and after taking a sip, she frowned slightly. Maybe it was because of the tonic. The soup didn't taste very good, but she couldn't bear to refuse Mrs. Mo. , had to drink up the bowl of soup in one go.

   "How about Ah Jin? Is the soup good or not?" Seeing that Chu Jin had finished drinking the soup, Mrs. Mo asked with a smile.

  Chu Jin nodded with a smile, "It's delicious."

   (end of this chapter)