"That's good."
Yan Jiang stood up and patted Song Ci on the back. "Get well soon, and don't let your sister worry. You don't know, Ah Fei has been researching information on pregnancy depression these days. She didn't go to bed until three o'clock last night."
"Song Song, don't look at Ah Fei's cold appearance. She values you more than anything else." After saying that, Yan Jiang returned to the house.
Song Ci felt so embarrassed that she wanted to cry again.
Of course she knew that Song Fei valued her more than anything else, otherwise, when the earthquake came, he would not have sacrificed himself for her to that extent!
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As soon as Yan Jiang entered the room, he saw Song Fei leaning against the sofa.
Her eyes fell on Yan Jiang's face.
"You know?" Song Fei had already seen Yan Jiang and Song Ci talking together.
Yan Jiang stopped, looked at Song Fei from afar, and called out, "A Fei."
Song Fei said nothing.
Yan Jiang said, "If you really like children, we can adopt one in the future. If you don't like adoption, then you can raise me as your child. I am willing to be your baby."
Song Fei suddenly walked up to Yan Jiang, put her hands under Yan Jiang's armpits and hugged his waist.
It was a little woman's hug.
Song Fei put her cheek against Yan Jiang's chest and said, "Ah Jiang, there's no need to rush about having a child. There's a medical researcher in the United States who has developed a black technology called an artificial womb. Wait a few years, and when this technology matures, we can have a child of our own."
Yan Jiang was shocked by the news Song Fei revealed, "Is there really such black technology?"
"have."
"Okay then."
"Don't talk now, let me hug you." Song Fei rubbed her head against Yan Jiang's chest.
Song Fei's dependence greatly satisfied Yan Jiang's vanity as a man.
When Song Ci walked in, the two were still hugging each other.
She coughed, attracting the attention of Song Fei and Yan Jiang.
Seeing that Song Fei had no intention of letting Yan Jiang go, Song Ci waved her hand and said, “You keep running, I’ll just pass by.”
Song Fei: "Get out of here."
The guest room was on the second floor, and Song Ci's belly was getting bigger and bigger. With Du Tingting's previous experience of falling down the stairs as a warning, Song Ci didn't dare to be distracted at all when going up and down the stairs.
She held onto the railing and climbed upstairs, then she complained to Song Fei: "You're so sticky, who are you torturing?"
As soon as Song Ci opened the door, she saw Han Zhan, who had just finished taking a shower and was wiping himself. Han Zhan had taken off his clothes, and his muscular body was particularly seductive, with water droplets hanging on his body, not to mention how tempting it was.
Staring at Han Zhan, Song Ci suddenly felt hungry.
Ah, I want Brother Han so much!
She is a womanizer.
Song Ci hurriedly took out a bathrobe from the cabinet and threw it on Han Zhan, saying angrily, "Put it on! Who are you exposing yourself to?"
It had been a few days since Song Ci teased him, and Han Zhan felt quite nostalgic when he suddenly heard Song Ci teasing him.
Han Zhan put on his bathrobe and saw Song Ci staring at his muscular body.
Knowing what Song Ci was thinking about, Han Zhan walked over and rubbed her head, telling her: "Don't worry, wait until the baby is born, and Brother Han will satisfy you."
Song Ci blushed and slapped Han Zhan's hand away.
"Let me tell you something."
"Um?"
Song Ci pulled Han Zhan to sit down beside the bed, and then told him that Song Fei was infertile.
After hearing this, Han Zhan was also a little shocked.
Han Zhan felt guilty when he thought that Song Fei ended up like this because she saved Song Ci.
Han Zhan also let go of the grudge he had felt for being threatened by Song Fei.
Song Ci was downstairs just now and overheard the conversation between Song Fei and the others.
Song Ci then said to Han Zhan, "Aren't Godmother Mo Yao and the others using artificial wombs to conceive children? Ask Godmother later what you need to do to get a spot. I want to get a spot for Song Fei and the others."
Artificial wombs have not yet been promoted globally, and the cost is too high, so it is very difficult to get a spot.
Mo Yao had a lot of money and spent a large sum of money to fund the research and development of the artificial uterus project, and only then did he get a spot.
After hearing Song Ci's proposal, Han Zhan also agreed.
It would indeed be a good thing if we could give Song Fei and her family a place, give them a child, and fulfill Song Fei's dream of not being able to have children.
"Godmother may have rested. I'll call and ask again tomorrow morning."
"good."
Watching Song Ci taking off her clothes and preparing to take a shower, Han Zhan looked away, looked at the potted green plants in the corner, and said, "I won't be working tomorrow, can you accompany me somewhere?"
Song Ci asked him where he was going, but Han Zhan deliberately didn't tell her the news and only said, "If I tell you, there will be no surprise. You will know when you go to see it tomorrow."
"You're so boring."
Song Ci sat down on the bed and started watching the movie she hadn't finished watching yesterday. After finishing it, Song Ci fell asleep.
In the third trimester, Song Ci had to go to the bathroom several times every night. That night, she went back and forth several times and didn't sleep well.
When he woke up in the morning, Song Ci was still yawning.
Han Zhan was already dressed and standing on the small balcony making a phone call.
There was a glass door separating the room from the small balcony. Through a white gauze curtain, Song Ci saw the silhouette of Han Zhan standing on the balcony.
He was dressed casually today, a black turtleneck sweater and a pair of smoky grey suit trousers. The long blue trench coat, designed to keep out the cold, looked particularly stylish on Han Zhan, who had a long frame and legs.
Song Ci thinks that if Han Zhan's hair were longer and had a fashionable hairstyle, he would be more charming than those male stars in the entertainment industry.
But Song Ci loved Han Zhan's short hair, which was energetic, clean, slightly hard to the touch but very addictive.
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