Chapter 770 Who Says She Has No Femininity?

"Thank you, auntie." Xuxu took the bag and looked down at it.

Jiang Qinglian pulled her and walked towards the dining table, "This is pure pear soup, which nourishes the lungs. I remember you loved drinking it when you were young, but now I don't know if it tastes like it did back then."

Xuxu smiled and said, "The pear soup stewed by grandma is the best."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head, her face darkened.

The hand holding the bag couldn't help tightening, and the long eyelashes fluttered one after another, revealing the suddenly angry longing and sadness in my heart.

Jiang Qinglian looked at Xuxu, and lost her mind for a moment. When she came back to her senses, she smiled and stretched out her hand, and patted Xuxu's back lightly, "Grandma loves you the most. Now you are in love with Yan Sanguo, she It must be very gratifying for the old man to know about it."

It's better not to say anything, but when Xuxu couldn't restrain her emotions, her eyes turned red, she reached out to touch her stomach, and said sadly, "It would be great if grandma was still here."

What she wants to see the most is about to come true.

If grandma was still there, so many things wouldn't have happened. Uncle wouldn't have brought Su Yan and Su Yue back.

Even if they come back, there is grandma, at least there is a backbone in this family to preside over the overall situation.

The more Xuxu thought about it, the more she thought about Wang Daqin, her eyelashes became wet very quickly.

Seeing this, Yan Rusheng frowned, quickly got up and walked to Xuxu, and wiped away her tears with his fingertips, "No wonder it says in the book that pregnant women tend to be sentimental."

As he spoke, he took her hand, walked back to his seat and sat down.

Looking at the backs of Xuxu and Yan Rusheng, Jiang Qinglian frowned and hesitated, rubbing her hands uneasy and hesitant.

"Don't make my son a crybaby." After sitting down, Yan Rusheng wiped Xuxu's tears with a tissue, teasing her while wiping.

At this time, the faces of the two of them were like children, clean and fresh, as bright as the sun.

Jiang Qinglian watched, lost in thought again.

"Just you Liao Lun who is always there." Xuxu rolled Yan Rusheng's eyes angrily, then turned to look at Jiang Qinglian, and waved to her, "Auntie, come and sit down."

"Oh." Jiang Qinglian recovered from her thoughts, the corners of her mouth curled up unnaturally, "Okay."

She lifted her foot, walked to Xuxu's side, put the pear soup in her hand on the table, then pulled out the chair and sat down.

"Let me taste how this pear soup tastes." Xuxu reached out and peeled off the drink packaging bag. The cup of pear soup was a glass bottle like a small vase, very delicate.

She touched the bottle and couldn't put it down.

Women are always particularly interested in these little things. In the past, he didn't find that Wen Xuxu had the common characteristics of these little women. Now that he got along with her carefully, he blamed himself. Who said Wen Xuxu didn't? woman? Who says she has no femininity?

All over the body, all without exception!

Yan Rusheng's gaze followed Xuxu's and landed on the pear soup glass bottle. The light brown liquid inside was thick and slippery.

Jiang Qinglian's eyes moved quietly to Xuxu's belly, which still had no hint of pregnancy, and the hand on the table couldn't help clenching a fist, hesitating and struggling.

"This bottle can be brought home with a rose and placed on the dining table." Xuxu said suddenly.

Then she tilted her head, smiled sweetly at Jiang Qinglian, unscrewed the cap, picked up the straw, and inserted it into the bottle.