Chapter 677 Congratulations to Both of You

Before I knew it, it was noon.

Wen Churan didn't eat breakfast. At this moment, his stomach was growling with hunger, and he wanted to eat spicy hotpot inexplicably.

She grabbed Sheng Ziyuan's sleeve and told her seriously, "Spicy! Make sure to add more spicy food!"

Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

Sheng Ziyuan ruthlessly rejected her request, "Spicy? It's so spicy for nausea and vomiting? You'd better not even think about it and just drink rice porridge for me!"

Before Wen Churan could plead shamelessly with him, he had already stepped out of the VIP reception room.

When Sheng Ziyuan came back with the rice porridge, a nurse happened to come in and informed Wen Churan to get the inspection report.

Wen Churan stood up and was about to follow the nurse, but Sheng Ziyuan suddenly stopped in front of her and put the rice porridge into her hand.

"You drink porridge first, and I'll get the inspection report."

Just as it happened, Wen Churan was too lazy to move, so he sat back down.

But facing the white rice porridge in her hand, she didn't even have the slightest appetite.

Soon, the door of the VIP reception room was opened again, and Sheng Ziyuan walked in, holding the inspection report in his hand.

Seeing that the man's face didn't look good, Wen Churan stood up suddenly and asked with excitement and fear, "How is it? How is it? Am I sick?!"

Sheng Ziyuan handed the inspection report to her and "read it yourself."

She hurriedly covered her eyes, "No, no! You'd better tell me directly! I...I'm mentally prepared!"

In the darkness, the hands in front of him were suddenly opened, and Wen Churan saw a handsome face very close at hand.

Sheng Ziyuan didn't know when he had arrived in front of her, holding her hands tightly with a doting smile on his lips.

Like the spring breeze in March, it blows through the heart and brings a burst of warmth.

"Idiot, there's just something wrong with my stomach, it's not a terminal illness."

He couldn't help but chuckle, it was like the mellow tone of a piano, especially pleasant to the ear.

Wen Churan snatched the examination report form from his hand and opened it. The cause of the disease was written clearly on it. Sure enough, there was something wrong with her stomach.

It may be that you are too tired or do not eat regularly enough, which may cause nausea and vomiting.

Wen Churan breathed a sigh of relief.

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Fortunately there were no major problems.

Sheng Ziyuan said from the side, "Your stomach is not too bad. Take the medicine on time and take care of it slowly. There will be no problem. Can you rest assured now?"

Wen Churan fiddled with his little head and finally smiled.

Sheng Ziyuan saw that the white rice porridge on the coffee table was almost untouched, so he took her hand and said, "Let's go, I will take you to eat something delicious."

In fact, what Wen Churan wanted to eat most was spicy hotpot, but she knew that what he called delicious was no different from white rice porridge.

The two left the VIP reception room, and the nurse outside bowed to them and said with a smile, "Congratulations to both of you."

Um? Congratulations?

Congratulations for what?

Wen Churan asked strangely, "Why is she congratulating me?"

"Maybe it's congratulations that your body is fine." Sheng Ziyuan replied casually.

"I'll go! I haven't been to the hospital for a long time. Has the hospital's service level reached this level?"

Wen Churan was only surprised and did not see Sheng Ziyuan's expression was dark, and even his eyes were so cold that they had no warmth.

After being forced to eat a large bowl of white rice porridge and a large bowl of clear soup, Wen Churan followed Sheng Ziyuan back to the villa.