But now wasn't the time to lament about age. Gao Yunyun asked Mr. Zhong, "What time was Valiant born? It's been so long now, I can't quite remember."
Mr. Zhong accurately stated Valan's birth date, "August 18, 1988, at 6:20 p.m. You forgot you didn't even give him a name when he was born. We just called him Little Ice Cream."
That afternoon, Mr. Zhong wholesaled a box of ice cream. Gao Yunyun was craving for some, but Mr. Zhong was worried that eating frozen ice cream would cause uterine contractions, so he refused to give it to her.
As a result, Mr. Zhong went out to work, and Gao Yunyun couldn't help but secretly eat two of them, and she really had an attack.
Gao Yunyun laughed and said, "If I had known that those two ice creams would cause uterine contractions and premature birth, I would not have eaten them." Valan was born at only 35 weeks, which was considered premature, but he was born strong and sturdy and was easy to raise.
Arjan's phone vibrated. He saw Gao Yunyun's reply and said to Song Ci, "Song...Sister-in-law, don't you know a fortune teller? I'll send you Yanyan and my birth dates. Please ask the fortune teller to match our birth dates and calculate the most suitable date."
"Are you really planning to get married?" Song Ci felt it was unreal when she thought that Arang was about to get married.
Last year, Valjean followed Edward's orders and kidnapped her from the United States. On the boat, in order to scare Song Ci, Valjean deliberately threw Song Ci into the sea. At that time, Song Ci cursed Valjean's ancestors in her heart and even cursed him for not being able to find a wife.
It seems the curse has failed.
"Okay, I'll talk to my friend."
Song Ci pasted the message and sent it to Yan Qingxiu.
Yan Qingxiu was staying in a hotel with a large bathtub, and he was soaking in it. The phone by the pool lit up, and with a flash of thought, Yan Qingxiu realized that the phone flew over and hovered in front of him.
Yan Qingxiu opened WeChat and read the message sent by Song Ci. He casually calculated and found a good day.
Song Ci received Yan Qingxiu's reply and told Arrang, "I've calculated it. The most suitable day is the last day of next month. If you get married on this day, you will have a happy marriage and two children. The next good day like this will have to wait another three years."
"The last day of next month?" Valgen asked doubtfully, "Is this friend of yours reliable?"
Thinking of the strangeness of 'Dong Yang', Song Ci nodded, "Other things may not be reliable, but when it comes to fortune-telling, she is still very good."
Just as Nan Yanyan arrived downstairs, she received a message from Arang. Arang said, "I've had my horoscopes compared, and the 30th of next month is the best day for a wedding. The next auspicious date will be three years from now."
Nan Yanyan stopped, leaned against the car, and was about to reply to Arang's text message, but then she saw a new message from Arang.
Rang Ge: [I want to go to pick up my bride on a motorcycle. Will you marry me on a motorcycle?]
Nan Yanyan's heartbeat suddenly became abnormal.
Nan Guanguan saw Nan Yanyan leaning against the car staring at her phone. He became impatient and walked over to kick Nan Yanyan's foot. "Sister, are you going to leave or not?"
Nan Yanyan then raised her head, looked up into Nan Guanguan's deep eyes, and said to him, "Your trip to Tibet is ruined."
Nan Guanguan originally planned to travel to Tibet next month. "Why?"
Nan Yanyan raised the corners of her lips, and said with some happiness, but also a little shyly: "Because on the 30th of next month, your sister is getting married!"
Hearing this, Nan Guanguan was a little surprised, "The wedding date was set so soon?"
"Yeah! We are action-oriented."
Confirming the news was true, Nan Guanguan laughed heartily, turned around and ran towards the elevator hall, saying as she ran, "Mom, Dad, Nan Yanyan is finally getting married! Hahaha! Someone finally dares to marry that stinky girl."
After hearing what Nan Guanguan said, Nan Yanyan felt a little itchy in her teeth, and she really wanted to press Nan Guanguan to the ground and rub him.
She resisted the urge to hit someone, lowered her head, and quickly replied to Valan's message.
Nan Yanyan: [Okay!]
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The next day, Long Zhize dragged Yan Qingxiu aboard the spacecraft. After seeing them off, Han Zhan handled some official business in Wanyu County and returned to Wangdong City after dark.
It was just after nine o'clock when he got home.
Han Zhan walked into the manor and didn't see Song Ci on the first floor, so he asked Butler Cai: "Is Madam playing with the young ladies? Or is she out?"
"Nothing." Butler Cai said, "Madam is resting in her room."
"oh?"
Song Ci usually stayed away from her room except for sleeping. Normally, she would be practicing piano at this time. Worried that Song Ci was not feeling well, Han Zhan did not even go to see the children and went straight back to his room.
Walking into the bedroom, Han Zhan saw Song Ci asleep, which made him even more worried.
Han Zhan woke Song Ci up and asked her, "Cibao, it's only a little after nine o'clock, why are you asleep?"
Song Ci opened her sleepy eyes and asked Han Zhan, "Did you just come back?"
Han Zhan had been running around outside all day and was smelling of sweat. Song Ci's sense of smell was becoming increasingly sensitive, and she said in disgust, "You smell so much of sweat, go take a shower."
Han Zhan saw that she really couldn't stand the smell, so he went to take a shower.
After taking a shower, Han Zhan came out wearing only a pair of underwear. Seeing Song Ci holding something in her hand and looking at it, Han Zhan thought Song Ci was tinkering with some skin care products again. He leaned over to take a look and found that Song Ci was holding a pregnancy test stick.
There are two purple-red lines lit on it.
Han Zhan opened his eyes wide.
No wonder she went to bed so early. Pregnant women are indeed very sleepy in the early stages.
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