The moment he stepped out of the door, Deng Dong took a deep breath through her nose.
This smell was comfortable. If she didn't go out, she would be marinated by the fragrance in the room.
"Miss Deng, what do you want to eat?" Qu Zhi hailed a taxi with a smile.
She wasn't anyone's wife. The current Deng Dong was Qu Zhi's friend, and they were both independent people.
"Let's go eat hotpot. I want to eat Yuanyang Hotpot!" Deng Dong's eyes lit up.
She had been abroad for many years and had been thinking about it. She didn't expect that pregnancy and confinement would be like jail, and she was locked up again and again. She could not touch any greasy meat, not even a single bite. She lost her appetite as she ate the nutritious meal.