Chapter 2765 A Bowl of Millet Porridge

At ten o'clock in the evening in Silicon Valley, many parks are still brightly lit, but the roads are sparsely populated. There are only a few cars queuing in front of the flashing red lights at the intersection. Feng Yiping believes that at this time, the streets of Wuli'ao are full of people. It's busier than here.

Although he can be said to be unstoppable on Wall Street due to his irreproducible advantages, and in some things, he is even more immediate than some of the things currently being done in Silicon Valley, he still can't help but feel at ease when he returns here from Wall Street. many.

It should be because here, there are children and mothers of their own.

But in the apartment on the top floor of the Four Seasons Hotel, the mother of his unborn child was not in such a good mood as he was now.

Mayer didn’t know what was going on. He came to see her on the first night after returning to Silicon Valley. This should be something to be happy about, but she just couldn’t be happy.

On the contrary, my mood is unknown.

Looking at her belly, the eyebrow pencil in her hand flew to an unknown corner of the cloakroom.

She put one hand on her waist and covered her mouth with the other, walking back and forth in the cloakroom several times. Finally, she looked at her face in the mirror, took a deep breath, and sat back in front of the dressing table.

However, after waiting for 11 o'clock, I still didn't hear the knock on the door. I stood in front of the window, looking at the lights of thousands of houses outside the window, looking at my silhouette on the window, the crystal cup filled with apple juice, and there was a "clang" sound. , was smashed into pieces under the lamp in the corner.

A spray-shaped flower quickly bloomed on the carefully selected wallpaper, but she didn't care at all at this time.

At this time, a gentle knock on the door finally sounded, and with the sound of unlocking, Feng Yiping appeared at the door carrying two paper bags, "I seemed to hear something fall. Are you okay?"

He hurried over and supported Mayer with concern.

After looking at Irving, who was still holding the door open with a wary look on his face, Mayer said, "It's okay, my hand slipped accidentally."

Feng Yiping took her hand and said, "Well, your hand is fine. You have to be careful. Your feet don't slip. Come on, slow down."

Owen closed the door gently.

Mayer burst out immediately, "That's why you came in such a hurry in the middle of the night, right?" She pointed at her belly.

"Then you can rest assured. The doctor said everything is fine. Do you want to see the report?"

"Come on, sit down." Feng Yiping still smiled and led her to sit on the sofa, holding her face in his hands. "So beautiful! You are still so beautiful when you are angry. You know, I just like this about you."

After punching the cotton, Mayer felt indescribably uncomfortable, but despite the discomfort, he also felt indescribably comfortable.

She turned her face to the side, "I will be happy to comply with your requests in the future,"

"But in the recent period, it's best not to," Feng Yiping said with a tangled look as he looked at Mayer's face that turned around and changed again, "You know, as soon as I saw you so beautiful, I I always want to do something to you, but now, I can’t do anything to you, alas!” He sighed, “So, can you stop irritating me now?”

Mayer didn't know what to say, so she raised her head, snorted heavily, and turned away.

Strangely enough, the anger that had no known origin suddenly dissipated a lot.

Feeling her body's reaction, she said to herself, "Boy, can you please stop irritating me?"

At this time, Feng Yiping hugged her from behind. "But, I can hold you and smell this familiar smell." He took a deep breath into her neck and said leisurely, "Well, it's so comfortable. !”

Mayer couldn't help but want to adjust his posture, but still didn't say anything to soften it. He just put it up. The current ladder is not suitable yet.

But she also closed her eyes, feeling the breathing next to her ears and the heartbeat behind her. She felt unusually at ease and relaxed, as if her whole body was surrounded by invisible warmth.

It was just a hug, why did I almost hum with satisfaction?

In the spacious living room, the two people hugging each other at the corner of the sofa gradually began to exhale in unison.

I don’t know how long passed like this, but when I was interrupted by Feng Yiping’s “right”, Mayer opened her eyes and felt much more energetic. She felt that the rest she had just had was better than the sleep she had last night. The effect is even better after one night.

"Just wait a moment." Feng Yiping kissed her on the face, took out an insulated food box from a paper bag, and ran to the restaurant to get a bowl. "I cooked this myself tonight, you can try it."

Mayer looked at the same thing and was a little confused, "Hot porridge?"

Did you prepare this specially for use?

"No, this is a magical grain from mysterious China. Its scientific name is corn, commonly known as millet. It calms the mind and nourishes the heart, strengthens the spleen and stomach, and is especially suitable for consumption when you have nausea,"

Feng Yiping scooped up a spoon and blew it gently, "Here, have a taste."

Mayer couldn't stand his behavior, "I'll do it myself,"

"Okay, slow down, be careful not to burn it, yes, how about it? It tastes good,"

Mayer rolled her eyes at him, "The point is that I can eat now,"

"No problem, there are still a lot in the bag. I also asked the chef to prepare a menu. It can not only make porridge with various ingredients, but also cook rice and make soup,"

"And, you know what's in this bag? Look, the best apples from Wenatchee, Washington, and this, lemons from Menton, France, and the best lemons out there,"

"A glass of apple juice with a few drops of lemon can instantly make you feel more energetic,"

Mayer drank millet porridge and looked at him displaying the two things he brought as if he were offering treasures. He said, "Lemon? I heard there is a saying in China that... if you like to eat sour food, you will eat it." Give birth to a son?”

Feng Yiping was dumbfounded, you are thinking too much.

He walked over and sat down next to her, "I know you've been vomiting a lot recently, but I can't be with you. I'm very sorry. I just hope this can alleviate your pain..."

"Okay," Mayer interrupted.

She put down the bowl and was silent for a while, "I thought I was ready, but now I realize that I am not that strong in some things..."

During this period, her physical discomfort has increased her psychological pressure, and Feng Yiping has been absent recently. All of this is her own responsibility, especially considering that she will resign from Google.

These changes in life and work, coupled with physical changes, and psychological changes during pregnancy...this was the reason for her anger just now.

"No," Feng Yiping took her hand and squatted down, "You are strong enough to make such a decision, but I didn't do it well."

"But don't worry, I will make time next..."

"No," Mayer interrupted, "I have gradually gotten used to it, and the doctor also said that the situation will gradually improve in the future. I still have a lot of work to do, and I don't have that much time to spend with you."

In fact, what she wanted was just an attitude from Feng Yiping.

But now, Feng Yiping's attitude is good enough.

Her response was not beyond Feng Yiping's expectation. It would be abnormal if she held her belly and did nothing.

"Of course I respect your opinion, but when your next check-up is, I will definitely go with you,"

He knew that they would all be somewhat vulnerable during this period, especially if they were accompanied by other pregnant women.

"I don't know either. You don't have to worry about that." Although she was very reassured about the doctor's integrity, Mayer was not willing to cause a possible disturbance at such a time. She was very aware of Feng Yiping's condition.

These two people in Silicon Valley are rarely at peace now, but if they knew that they were related to him, he would definitely be in trouble again.

"You had a good attitude just now. Come on," she handed the bowl and spoon to Feng Yiping, "you feed me."

"Okay," Dad Feng immediately came online, "Here, have a few more bites,"

Mayer looked at his skillful movements and said, "So skilled in business? Oh, that's right, you should be skilled,"

Feng Yiping didn't care about her sarcasm, "By the way, I have a video conference later,"

Mayer's face suddenly turned cold again.

At times like this, you stay for a while and then leave?

"So, can you come with me later? The lounge above my office is very comfortable,"

"Aren't you worried about being known?" Mayer looked at him with a smile, "Oh, it's night now, there's no one around, right?"

"I just want more..."

"Okay, I'll go,"