A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 1343 Coquetry

"Can you eat something? I've vomited everything in my stomach." Qi Yao gently pushed Shiqi's head. Shiqi opened her eyes. Qi Yao saw that her face looked really ugly and felt very distressed.

"Don't go out for the next two months, okay? Look at your face..." Qi Yao's face was full of worry as if he had swallowed bitter gall. What was going on?

Seventeen took the carrot juice and took a sip. "It's so hard to drink."

Qi Yao took it and tasted it again. "It's okay, quite sweet. Do you want some more?"

"Oh, so annoying..." Seventeen blocked it away. It wasn't something particularly good, so why drink so much?

Qiyao handed her the bread and asked, "Have some?"

"No." Seventeen leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to rest again, his brows tightly knitted. He looked uncomfortable, probably fainted from vomiting.

Qi Yao sighed and put it aside. "Eating some bread can effectively stop vomiting. It's good to eat some."

"Well, let's drive." Seventeen said impatiently.

Qi Yao put down his things and drove to the dealer's house. When the car arrived at the dealer's house, Shiqi was drowsy again. Qi Yao got out of the car, opened the door, and prepared to carry her out of the car. When he opened the door, she woke up again.

Qi Yao covered Seventeen with his clothes and said, "You didn't sleep well, did you? Go inside and get some sleep."

"Yeah." Seventeen's head remained on the back of the chair and did not move for a while, probably to relieve the dizziness.

I think it's really the effects of pregnancy that makes me feel a little carsick. Just a couple of days ago, I was fine. Even though I couldn't sleep well, I could eat and walk. But today, after throwing up, I feel completely out of sorts. My body is really acting like a spoiled child.

Since Shiqi didn't get out of the car, Qi Yao stood outside waiting. He was afraid that she would get cold if the door was opened, so one of them lay in the car while the other stood outside.

People came out of the new building, with Huo Yan walking in front. "You've already come back, why don't you come in?"

Qi Yao turned around, his smile as warm as the sunshine in March, and immediately greeted her: "Mom."

"Qiqi is in the car? What's wrong? Is she asleep, or is she throwing a tantrum and refusing to get out?" Huo Yan asked Qiyao. It was her own daughter, so how could she not know? Women, after all, tend to be spoiled and arrogant. Qiyao was such a gentle man, so it was inevitable that his daughter wouldn't be too arrogant.

Qi Yao explained with a smile, "No, she's not feeling well."

Huo Yan glanced at Seventeen, knocked on the car window, and opened the door. Her daughter's eyes were already open, and she was looking at her tiredly. Huo Yan saw that Seventeen looked listless and knew that she was indeed not feeling well.

"You're already at the doorstep, but you don't want to go in? Your mother has to invite you, do you really think of yourself as a guest?" Huo Yan said with a smile as she looked at her daughter.

Seventeen sat up, and Huo Yan pulled her hand. "Oh my dear, what happened to you? I haven't seen you for just a few days, and your lively and energetic girl has suddenly become listless?"

"I vomited today." Seventeen hugged her mother's shoulders and said coquettishly about her misfortune, "I vomited so much that I felt so uncomfortable."

"Have you caught a cold? You knew it was a season change but you didn't pay more attention to it. The infectious viruses are the most virulent in this weather. If you feel uncomfortable, go in and rest for a while. Your father won't be back for a while, so it's a good time to rest and have a meal." Huo Yan said with concern, touching his daughter's forehead and her hand. He was relieved to make sure that Seventeen's temperature was normal.

"You look so bad. Come into the house." Huo Yan pulled his daughter into the house.

Qi Yao followed beside them and wanted to help, but he was afraid of disturbing the intimacy between the mother and daughter.

Seventeen came into the room and acted like a spoiled child with her mother, lying on the sofa and refusing to move. Huo Yan fell down.

I did ask it. My daughter is going through a special period. No wonder she became so fragile overnight.

Huo Yan's face was beaming with joy. She actually had a granddaughter. She held her daughter's hand and said with a smile, "So, in a few months, I'll have a little granddaughter to hold?"

Seventeen looked at her mother's smiling face and raised her hand to touch her face. "Don't smile like that, okay? I feel so uncomfortable now. Mom, you said that women have a hard time. Why isn't pregnancy done by men?"

"Well, this is the physiological structure. Women are born to be mothers, so don't be anxious, take it slow, okay?" Huo Yan said softly.

Seventeen pulled her mother to sit down. She curled up on the sofa, resting her head on her mother's legs, and reached out to touch her mother's face.

"Mom, you gave birth to me, Shiyuan and Shijue. Was it very hard for you?" Seventeen's stomach began to twitch again when he thought of vomiting.

"It's not so bad. You and Shiyuan were both very obedient when you were young. Only Shijue was a little naughty. As for the hard work, raising children is the same for every family. Parents work hard for their children. This is the law of life." Huo Yan said, gently pushing aside Seventeen's hair.

"Can you sleep?" Huo Yan stroked his daughter's face. "How about I go away so you can lie down more comfortably, ok?"

Seventeen nodded, "But you have to watch him sleep, don't leave."

"Okay." When Huo Yan heard his daughter say this, he remembered what happened when she was seventeen. She always needed someone to watch her sleep at night, and she would wake up immediately if the adults left.

Huo Yan sat on the ground. It was early summer and the ground was covered with a long, furry Persian carpet. He sat comfortably with a pillow, leaning against Seventeen and gently stroking his daughter's hair.

Qi Yao sat in the backyard. In the past, whenever he felt down, he would sit under the grape trellis and stare blankly. Most of the time, after an entire afternoon, he would suddenly have a sudden realization, but sometimes nothing would come to mind, and he would still be confused. Even then, he would feel relieved and at ease.

Qi Yao wasn't a man of strong, eccentric character; he was naturally gentle, kind, and unpretentious. These traits were nothing like his parents'. While he might harbor strong desires and aspirations, in reality, he was a warm presence. He presented no overt threats, nor did he harbor strong preferences. His emotions were well-controlled, and as such, he was both kind and ruthless.

For a person who can control his emotions well, is there anything he cannot do once he makes up his mind?

Qi Yao sat under the grape trellis, staring at the flower bed in front. The grape leaves were unusually lush in this season. In summer, the trellis was full of bunches of red grapes, which were very flavorful whether used to make wine or eaten right after picking them.

Huo Yan came out after his daughter fell asleep, but didn't see Qi Yao. After asking, he found out that he was in the vineyard behind.

Huo Yan walked into the courtyard and saw a man sitting on a bench in deep thought from a distance. His face, bent at a 45-degree angle, his figure, his aura—all too familiar.

In fact, this was not the first time Huo Yan had doubted Qi Yao's identity. How could someone know someone's preferences the moment they met?

When Qi Yao came to Shiqi's house for dinner for the first time, he knew her preferences and daily routine very well.