Meng Yunhan ate coarse food every day, which had stopped her morning sickness, and the whole family was eating coarse food too.
When Meng Yunhan took out a business plan, it surprised Yun Hao for a moment, and then his face turned a bit ugly.
"My wife, how many times have I told you to rest more? I've taken care of everything at the factory. How did you still find time to write these?"
Meng Yunhan smiled brilliantly, with a hint of appeasement, "Isn't it because I want to prepare more dowry for our daughter?"
Yun Hao compromised for this reason.
Although he didn't know if there were two daughters in his wife's belly, there must be at least one daughter, right?
Was it time to earn more dowry money for the daughter?
Yun Hao had always been outstanding in the army, and he quickly became adept at handling the factory matters.
"Okay, I'll arrange it."
Meng Yunhan's belly grew daily, and the weather was also starting to get cold.
