omiting like this”"That's normal," Fu Xiaoyao smiled at him, her face still pale. "These kinds of reactions happen in the first few months of pregnancy. Aunt Song said it's a sign of pregnancy.""Morni..."Just a favor." Lu Hanchuan untied his tie and replied faintly.

Fu Xiaoyao hurriedly put down the cake and threw her arms around him from behind, "HANCHUAN, thank you, I'm so happy."

She rested her face against his back, her eyes closed, a sweet smile gracing her lips.

By the way, how are things going

At least the cake was brought back by him personally.

And last time he promised to send her a cake, he kept his word. He remembered it all along, and she was already very satisfied.

Lu Hanchuan didn't expect Fu Xiaoyao to suddenly hug him back, his body stiffened slightly, "Let go!"

He pursed his thin lips and uttered two words in a low voice.

Fu Xiaoyao was also afraid of angering him, reluctantly letting go of his hand and taking a step back, creating some distance between them.

Lu Hanchuan glanced at her, a flicker of an unknown expression in his eyes before he raised his foot and went upstairs.

Fu Xiaoyao looked at his back, her face slightly flushed.

She didn't know where she got the courage just now, to just hug him.

But what made her heart leap was that he didn't push her away.

"Madam." After hanging the sheets out to dry, Song Yi came back from outside the villa and saw Fu Xiaoyao tugging at her clothes, looking shy. She couldn't help but be curious, "Madam, what are you doing"

Fu Xiaoyao came back to her senses in a fluster, her eyes flickering. "N-nothing... I didn't do anything."

"You're blushing so much, what did you do" Aunt Song looked at her face.

Fu Xiaoyao immediately reached out and touched, "Is there"

"Of course, it's so red, you wouldn't catch a fever, would you" Saying that, Aunt Song touched her forehead with some concern.

"Alright, Aunt Song, I'm not feverish," Fu Xiaoyao took Song Yi's hand. "Please quickly put this in the refrigerator for me."

She picked up the cake from the sofa and put it in Aunt Song's arms.

Aunt Song looked at it suspiciously, "What's this"

"Cake." Fu Xiaoyao replied.

Aunt Song was even more puzzled, "There's no cake at home. I haven't had time to order it yet. Did you order it yourself, Madam"

"No, it was given to me by Hanchuan," Fu Xiaoyao pointed upstairs.

Aunt Song looked up at her, instantly understanding everything. Then she smiled knowingly and said, "So Mr. has returned, is that it No wonder you acted like that just now, he must have done something to you, making you blush with shame"

Hearing Auntie Song bring up the matter again, Fu Xiaoyao felt guilty and turned away, "It's nothing, Auntie Song, you should go put the cake out."

It wasn't that Lu Hanchuan did anything to her.

But it was her attack on Lu Hanchuan that was truly ruthless.

"Alright, alright, I'll go put the cake out now. The timing is just about right. What would you like to eat, Madam I'll make it for you." Aunt Song glanced at the time and asked.

"Aunt Song, I'll cook dinner today," Fu Xiaoyao thought for a moment.

"What are you doing" Auntie Song asked in surprise.

Fu Xiaoyao nodded, "Today is my birthday, I want to cook a meal myself and let Hanchuan taste my cooking. It's been three years since we got married, and I haven't cooked a meal for him yet."

Aunt Song came back to her senses from the surprise and smiled kindly, "Alright, then I'll help you out."

"Well, Auntie Song, you go to the kitchen first. I'll go upstairs and ask Hanchuan what he wants to eat." Fu Xiaoyao raised her foot and walked upstairs.

She first returned to her room, and after making sure no one was there, she walked towards the study.

"Hánchuān." Fu Xiaoyáo knocked on the door.

Lu Hanchuan was processing documents. Hearing her voice, he replied without looking up, "Come in!"

Fu Xiaoyao pushed the door open, "Hanchuan, what do you want to eat today"

"As you wish." Lu Hanchuan said faintly.

"Let me cook some dishes that I'm good at. I hope you won't mind," Fu Xiaoyao thought for a moment.

Lu Hanchuan's hand holding the steel pen paused, "What do you want to do"

"Yeah." Fu Xiaoyao nodded.

Lu Hanchuan pursed his lips, “Where’s Auntie Song”

"It was my idea, it has nothing to do with Aunt Song." Fu Xiaoyao waved her hand and explained.

Lu Hanzhan's gaze swept over her from top to bottom. "How come you suddenly thought of cooking"

"Because I want you to taste my cooking." Fu Xiaoyao said a little embarrassedly.

To be honest, she was still a little nervous.

After all, although she can cook, she only knows how to make some home-cooked dishes. Her skills are completely inferior to Aunt Song's.

And he has been eating very delicate and delicious food since he was little, she really can't guarantee that he will get used to the dishes she makes.

"Is that so" Lu Hanchuan slightly raised his chin. "Then do it."

"Okay, I'll go down first. I'll call you when it's time to eat."

"Mm." Lü Hánchuan replied.

Fu Xiaoyao let out a soft breath and turned to walk toward the door.

After taking two steps, Lu Hankan suddenly called out to her, "Wait a minute."

Fu Xiaoyao stopped and turned to him, "What is it"

"Happy birthday!" Lu Hanchuan said.

Fu Xiaoyao's eyes widened, "Happy... birthday"

She pointed at herself, as if she couldn't believe it.

Lu Hanchuan frowned, "Is there something wrong"

He only said happy birthday, she didn't have to be so surprised.

Fu Xiaoyao swallowed nervously, shaking her head like a rattle, "No problem, no problem."

Her voice couldn't hide her joy.

How could she have not thought that he would wish her a happy birthday

When she received the cake, she was already surprised, but now she received another one, which made her even more astonished.

"If there's nothing else, you can go. And close the door behind you." Lu Hanchuan waved his hand casually.

"I understand," Fu Xiaoyao replied excitedly, then walked out of his study with a silly smile.

The door to the study was closed again. Lu Hanchuan shut his eyes in disdain.

This woman, she's already been learning etiquette from the teacher for several days, why is she still making such a foolish appearance

How can she seem incapable of being graceful and poised

"Such a fool..." Lu Hanchuan rubbed his temples wearily, muttering softly.

Wow!

The phone on the table suddenly rang.

Lu Hanchuan put down his hand and picked up the phone on the table. The two characters "Xiao Ya" were jumping constantly on the screen.

He stared for a moment, then pressed the green answer button.

"Hánchuān, why did it take you so long to answer my call" Qíyǎ complained unhappily.

Lu Hanchuan adjusted his sitting posture, "I was busy just now, what's up"

"What's wrong" Qi Ya snorted, still unhappy. "Hanchuan, you wouldn't have forgotten what day it is, would you"

"I know it's your birthday," Lu Hanchuan replied.

Qi Ya suddenly smiled with joy, “So you still remember I thought you had forgotten.”

"No."

"Then why didn't you ever call me, or come to the hospital to see me"

Lu Hanchuan's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm so sorry, Xiaoya, I can't come to keep you company today."

"Why" Qi Ya was startled, "Is there something keeping you here"

"No." Lu Hanchuan looked at the closed study door. "Today is Fu Xiaoyao's birthday, and I promised to spend it with her today, so I can't come celebrate your birthday with you."

"How is this possible" Qi Ya's voice rose several octaves, "If you're with her, what about me"

“I’ve already had Qiao Mu deliver the gift to you, it should be arriving soon.” Lu Hanchuan glanced at his watch and said.

Qi Ya bit her lip, and a look of jealousy flashed across her face, but her voice was full of grievance, “I don’t want gifts, Hanchuan. Don’t you understand what I mean by calling you I just want you to come over and be with me.”

"I know, but I promised Fu Xiaoyao, so Xiao Ya, I'm sorry!" Lu Hanchuan apologized.

Qi Ya was quite emotional, crying and asking, "Could she be more important than me"etter this way, the more special he is to Shi Yao, the sooner she can break through his defenses.Never mind, Fu Xiaoyao stretched languidly, glanced at her ankle which was already slightly less swolle...