The weather was very good on the day of departure. There were a few fluffy white clouds floating in the blue sky, and the sea breeze blew against my face with warmth.
Shen Nanqing and others stood at the dock and watched Zhao Wenjun leave.
Ever since Zhao Wenzhuo broke through that layer of window paper, his entire body has become sticky and sticky, and it's simply unbearable to look at.
"Let's go, don't worry about us, let's go home." Song Huaiwen glanced at Zhao Wenzhuo with disdain, and left with Shen Nanqing.
Shen Nanqing found this a little funny, and disliked Zhao Wenzhuo's clinginess. It seemed that he had forgotten how clingy he was, and he was no worse than Zhao Wenzhuo.
Time flew by, and the samples that Zhao Wenjun brought back were evaluated by the state-owned store and were considered very good. The orders placed with the food factory increased, and the factory's business became better and better.
Shen Nanqing runs back and forth between the factory and home every day, and his life is fulfilling and stable.
When Song Huaiwen woke up in the morning, he kissed her forehead as usual, but felt an unusually scorching temperature.
"Nanqing, wake up quickly, you have a fever, I'll take you to see a doctor." There was an undisguised anxiety in his voice. He gently patted her shoulder and touched her forehead. Before she was fully awake, he had already put on a condom and half-carried and half-supported her to the bedside. "Don't be afraid, we'll be here soon."
Shen Nanqing's eyelashes trembled, and her whole body was as soft as a wilted leaf in the sun. She shrank into his arms, hummed, and fell into a half-asleep and half-awake drowsiness again.
The pungent smell of disinfectant filled the clinic. Song Huaiwen's eardrums were buzzing at the word "pregnancy". His Adam's apple rolled three times before he found his voice: "Are you, are you telling the truth?"
The doctor smiled and said, "It's true, your wife is pregnant. Congratulations to you two for the baby."
Song Huaiwen stood there in silence for a long time before asking, "She still has a fever? Does she need to take medicine?"
"I just took her temperature. She has a low fever. Physical cooling is best. Medication is not recommended," the doctor replied.
Later, Song Huaiwen asked a bunch of questions like a machine gun, and the doctor answered them one by one. Shen Nanqing watched quietly on the side. She subconsciously stroked her flat belly, feeling very magical that a little life would be nurtured here. She felt that she was not prepared at all. She looked up at Song Huaiwen who was taking notes in a hurry, and a warm feeling filled her heart.
The two came out of the infirmary. Song Huaiwen wanted to carry her back, but Shen Nanqing refused to do so. She was still asleep when they came, so it was useless to carry her. If they went back and carried her again, it would be embarrassing if someone saw them.
On the way home, Song Huaiwen kept a sullen face. Shen Nanqing thought she was unhappy, but as soon as she entered the house, she was hugged by Song Huaiwen.
Song Huaiwen didn't dare to use too much force, but he was reluctant to let go. He carefully held her in his arms, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "You're going to be a father..."
"Wife, you're going to be a father." Song Huaiwen suddenly burst into laughter, startling the sparrows outside the window, and hurriedly covered his mouth for fear of scaring his wife and children.
Ana Shen’s eyes sparkled, and he asked with a smile, “Are you happy then?”
"I'm happy. I'm really happy." He held her face with both hands, his eyes burning with passion, his voice trembling with excitement. "On the way back, I thought, our daughter will be like you, smart, pretty and lovely. I will definitely protect you with my life."
Shen Nanqing burst out laughing. He really didn't know why he was so obsessed with his daughter. When he asked her whether she liked boys or girls, she answered with a very firm tone that she liked girls.
“Your daughter said she was hungry,” Ana Shen joked.
Regimental office.
Song Huaiwen's hand holding the receiver was shaking slightly, and his voice was filled with excitement that could not be concealed: "Sister, you are going to be a father..."
Zhao Wenzhuo raised his eyebrows and asked Li Yuquan, "How many calls have you received?"
Li Yuquan thought for a moment and said, "This is the first one."
Zhao Wenzhuo sighed, "Old Song is too scary. He is announcing good news to the whole world. His mouth is almost stretched to his ears. It's really creepy."
From that day on, Shen Nanqing became a rare animal in the family. Song Huaiwen would not let her do anything, and would pick her up after get off work in person. It was really like having everything handed to her. Every time he touched her, it was like touching fragile porcelain, and his movements were very gentle, wishing that he could pour all his tenderness and care into her.
Shen Nanqing didn't eat or sleep well in the early stage, and pregnancy didn't affect her too much.
Suddenly one day, she felt nauseous and rushed into the house, covering her mouth, and heard a retching sound.
Song Huaiwen woke up immediately, stumbling over in his slippers, and saw Shen Nanqing bending over uncomfortably, frowning, reaching out and gently patting her back, muttering, "Slow down, slow down."
But somehow, the sound that Shen Nanqing vomited out seemed to have magic. Song Huaiwen only felt his stomach suddenly churn and his throat tightened. Before he could react, he vomited with a "wow".
The two looked at each other in front of the toilet, and Shen Nanqing's pale face forced a smile: "I've never heard of pregnancy being contagious."
Song Huaiwen wiped his mouth and muttered with a red face: "I feel sorry for you and my body is feeling bad for you!"
After that, he hurried to pour warm water, but his steps were too hasty and he came into close contact with the door frame, which made Ana Shen forget the discomfort and laughed while holding his stomach.
Soon the time for delivery came. The two mothers, Ye Qilan and Cao Peiyu, were worried about the two young people, so they came over.
In the delivery room, Song Huaiwen paced back and forth. Hearing the cries of pain coming from inside the door, cold sweat ran down his back. His fingers unconsciously tugged at the corners of his clothes, wrinkling the shirt.
The nurse came out holding the baby and said with a smile, "Congratulations, both mother and child are safe."
When Song Huaiwen heard the word "son", his smile froze instantly, and the soft girl was gone.
놛늀 was absolutely right when she said her son was her love rival.
Every time Song Huaiwen wanted to hug his wife and whisper something to her, the little meatball would crawl over and squeeze his head between them. His chubby little hands would tightly hug his mother's neck, and he would babble fiercely and fiercely, just like a little lion protecting his cubs.
The methods used by the little guys later to win favor became more and more sophisticated.
Late one night, Song Huaiwen wanted to hug his wife in a daze, but he touched a ball of fur.
I don't know when the little guy sneaked into the bed, stuck his little butt in front of his mother's face, and wrapped his little arms tightly around his mother's neck, like a domineering little koala.
Song Huaiwen poked his son's round buttocks and asked, "Whose little piglet is this that ran into the wrong nest?"
The kid didn't even raise his eyelids, and mumbled vaguely: "Mommy is 놖's exclusive pillow, Daddy sleeps in the crib!"
Song Huai was so angry that he wanted to take her away immediately, but the little kid pouted and his eyes were instantly filled with tears. He sobbed and threw himself into his mother's arms, his two short legs tightly wrapped around her waist: "Mom, Dad is fierce, and the baby is scared."
After saying that, she poked her wet eyes out and secretly glanced at Song Huaiwen, sobbing and adding: "Mom, baby doesn't want to leave you, baby wants to sleep with mom forever. Dad is bad, baby wants to hide mom..."
Song Huaiwen: This is my wife! You little debt collector!
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