Coming out of the bathroom, Gu Weiwei refused to go back to the restaurant to eat, and asked Fu Hanzheng to help her to sit down on the sofa in the living room.

The whole person has vomited to the point of some fatigue, lazily leaning on the sofa, and no longer has the appetite to eat.

Fu Hanzheng was a little frightened when he faced this situation for the first time, and sent a message to Yuan Meng on his mobile phone, asking her to come over.

After all, she is a person who has given birth, and she is more experienced in this area.

Yuan Meng was sleeping lazily, and rushed over without washing his face, and asked without surprise when he saw the person sitting on the sofa wiltingly.

"Throwing up again?"

Fu Hanzheng nodded solemnly, "Is there a way to alleviate it?" ”

Yuan Meng asked the maid to prepare lemonade and plum, put them on the coffee table and said.

"Morning sickness, eat something sour, it will feel better."

Fu Hanzheng picked up the lemonade and fed her half a cup of drink, looking at the person who was still refreshed when he got up in the morning, he vomited weakly and weakly in a blink of an eye, and his heart was also in pain.

"When will this symptom stop?"

Yuan Meng walked around the restaurant and unceremoniously enjoyed the breakfast that Gu Weiwei couldn't eat.

"This depends on the individual's physique, and it is generally good to vomit until three months, and some people vomit until the child is born."

When Fu Hanzheng heard this, his face became even heavier.

If this lasts until the child is three months old, she will have to do this for more than a month.

"No other way?"

"No, whoever is pregnant and gives birth vomits like this." Yuan Meng said.

It's just that she vomits more severely than the average pregnant woman.

Gu Weiwei gradually eased up a little and said to the servant.

"Make me a lemonade again."

It was no problem to eat this porridge yesterday, but I can't even look at it today.

Fu Hanzheng fed her another saliva and asked.

"Why don't you go to bed for a while?"

Gu Weiwei pulled the pillow on the sofa and hugged it, sat up straight and said.

"No, it's much better, you can go have breakfast."

The first few days were painful to vomit, and I got used to it.

Fu Hanzheng looked at her uncomfortable, how could he still have the heart to go to breakfast by himself.

Soon, the maid remade a plate of vegetable salad with lettuce, bitter chrysanthemum, cherry tomatoes, and purple cabbage, with a little diced boiled chicken breast, and a refreshing salad dressing with lemon juice, apple cider vinegar and olive oil.

Gu Weiwei took a bite and tasted it, but she didn't feel sick to her stomach, so she ate it boldly with confidence.

Yuan Meng saw it, and asked the maid to cut a plate of fruit and send it over.

Gu Weiwei ate a plate of salad and a plate of fruit, and finally filled her stomach.

Fu Hanzheng saw that she had eaten well, poured her a glass of water again, and took the script to her, so that he could go to breakfast with confidence.

Yuan Meng rubbed breakfast and went back to sleep.

Gu Weiwei held the script and pondered the scene that needed to be revised later, while Fu Hanzheng sat next to her, carefully checking the precautions for pregnant women in the early stage, dietary preferences and taboo foods on her mobile phone, and wrote them down one by one.

After a while, Gu Weiwei put down the script and curiously stretched her neck to see what he was memorizing.

When he saw what he had recorded, he couldn't help laughing.

"What are you doing with this?"

"It works." Fu Hanzheng took notes seriously.

Because he didn't understand the situation of pregnant women at all, he just saw her vomit that, he was completely panicked and didn't know what to do.

He couldn't share her physical discomfort, but at least he wanted to take care of her where he could.