Chapter 227: Can You Accompany Me Home?

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Ye Hao put a large piece of fish meat into He Xiyan's bowl, and then peeled several shrimps for her. She often vomited some time ago and had a bad appetite. Recently, she finally managed to stop vomiting. Her pregnancy reaction was less severe, so he had to force her to eat more.

He Xiyan said, "I'm full. I don't want to eat, Ye Hao."

If she eats more, she will become as fat as a pig, and now she weighs 105 pounds. She was estimated to have weighed more than 120 kilograms when she was born. She was only 162cm. It's scary to think about that weight. When she was pregnant with Yuan Yuan, she weighed only 110 kilograms.

"No, I just ate a bowl of rice."

After speaking, Ye Hao served her another bowl. Then he put down his chopsticks and watched her eat.

He Xiyan lowered her head, looking like she was about to cry without tears.

Isn't that a bowl of soup? Enough has been eaten.

"Eat quickly, you have to finish the fish and shrimp." Ye Hao seemed to be ordering her, and she was not allowed to leave the table until she finished eating.

He Xiyan could only continue eating. Although the food was delicious, she really wanted to control her appetite.

"You'll gain weight after eating it, hey..." She muttered to herself as she ate, eating very slowly.

Ye Hao disagreed. Continue to peel the shrimp and put it in her bowl.

"Look at how big your belly is. How could our little princess grow so big if you don't eat it?"

"Isn't it only three months?"

"It should be three-tenths of the size in three months. When I touched it just now, it felt like it was no bigger than my fist. It must be malnutrition."

He Xiyan:......

Well, the magical logic of the expectant father is speechless.

When she finally finished eating, she put down her chopsticks and remembered something important to her.

"By the way, Ye Hao, will the company have a holiday during Qingming Festival?"

Ye Hao nodded.

"Three days, legal holidays, all companies are closed."

"Then can you accompany me back to my hometown?"

He Xiyan walked around behind the chair, stretched out her arms and hugged her husband, her voice was sweet and coquettish.

She used to go back every Qingming Festival to pay homage to her parents, who were her only child. If she didn't go back, no one would go to pay homage. The grass on the graves would have grown taller than people, and the tombstones would no longer be visible.

Ye Hao turned to look at her, a little confused.

"go back home?"

"Yes, go back to worship your ancestors. Where we are, it is very unfilial for children not to even go to worship their deceased parents during the Qingming Festival." He Xiyan said with some sadness. She had always gone back in the past, even last year. When you are pregnant with fate.

"Then I'll just go. Night City is more than a thousand kilometers away from your hometown. It's too much of a rush. You can rest at home." Ye Hao looked serious, not trusting her to go to such a far place.

Besides, the weather in the south is not good. It will be rainy in the spring. He is afraid that she will catch a cold when she goes there. And if she thinks about the tragic past there, it will be even worse if her mood swings too much.

He Xiyan pursed her lips in grievance, and her watery eyes looked like they were about to burst into tears.

She walked around to the front and sat directly on Ye Hao's lap. She put one hand around his neck and the other hand fiddled with the tie on his chest, like a little daughter-in-law.

"Honey, let's go together. I asked the doctor and she said I can go back, as long as the road is easy to walk and not bumpy. Besides, we can take the high-speed rail. It's very stable and we'll be there in six or seven hours." He Xi Yan's voice was so soft, it seemed as if she could squeeze water out of her hands.

And she also knew that he was most afraid of her acting like a baby like this.

Ye Hao held her waist and looked at her with a frown, still a little serious, but his cold heart had actually turned into a vat of water.