The next day.
8:10 in the morning.
Surgery anesthesia department doctor's office.
This morning, Zhao Heng came together with Xu Man Ni.
As for what happened last night, the author's limited skill is not enough to describe even a fraction of its allure.
However, after last night, Xu Man Ni became even more satisfied with Zhao Heng.
And Zhao Heng was also very satisfied with Xu Man Ni, extraordinarily so.
These days, Zhao Heng has been quite busy with work, so he arrived early.
"I bought some steamed dumplings for you, eat a bit first, otherwise you'll get too busy to eat later."
Zhao Heng was sitting at the desk turning on the computer when Xu Man Ni walked in carrying a bag of steamed dumplings and set it on the desk, saying.
This tone, this demeanor, is practically the standard image of a virtuous wife and loving mother.
"Mm, you have some too."
Zhao Heng nodded; he was already used to Xu Man Ni's care.
"Mm."
