Chapter 469 If it’s not a terminal illness, then you can’t get pregnant, right?

In the bedroom, when Shen Que was about to put the person on the bed, Meng Zhi woke up for a moment like a corpse, muttering: "Take a shower... the quilt will stink..."

Shen Que looked down at the person in his arms and saw that her eyes were still closed, but she kept insisting on taking a bath.

I was a little uncertain just now, but at this moment I suddenly calmed down.

"Okay, I'll wash it for you."

So he carried the person to the bathroom again.

After searching for a while, I finally figured out what those cute bottles and jars of Meng Zhiyi were.

Of course, Shen Que also kept them all in mind, thinking of buying a set for himself later.

After quickly washing her with fragrance, Shen Que put her back on the bed, twisted the quilt, pulled a stool and sat by the bed with her for a while, then got up and left.

Before leaving the Meng family, Shen Que gave them a few specific instructions, asking them not to worry too much about Meng Zhiyi sleeping for a long time.

"Why don't you take a break too? You are all in this together. Zhiyi is so tired, and you are not taking it easy either."

Meng's mother looked at Shen Que with concern.

Ever since he proposed to the Meng family, they have treated him as a family member.

Shen Que smiled gently, and his tone was particularly respectful: "No, there is still a little bit of cleanup to do, I have to hurry up and deal with it."

When Meng's mother heard this, she realized the importance of the matter and stopped trying to keep him.

"Then you should be careful and have a good rest after you finish the treatment."

Shen Que: "Okay."

At that time, there was a scrap car processing plant.

Wang Xiao rode Meng Zhiyi's motorcycle directly here, and without wasting time, he dealt with the motorcycle and the helmet.

After dealing with it, he called Shen Que.

Shen Que: "Is everything settled?"

Wang Xiao: "Yes, I saw it myself. The motorcycle and helmet were crushed into scrap metal."

Shen Que: "That's fine, you can go back and rest first."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Xiao turned around again and watched the motorcycle being crushed into a cake being thrown into the crusher before he left with peace of mind.

On the other side, Shen Que went straight to the motorcycle shop and bought a new motorcycle for Meng Zhiyi.

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Meng Zhiyi slept very deeply this time and slept for three full days before waking up. If Shen Que had not given instructions in advance, the Meng family would have been very worried.

"Mom, I'm so hungry."

In the evening, Meng's mother was leaning on the sofa with a facial mask on and looking at her mobile phone when she was startled by the weak, ghost-like voice.

"My dear, you're awake!" Mother Meng sat up from the sofa and saw her daughter coming down the stairs holding onto the wall, so she hurried forward to help her.

Meng Zhiyi hadn't eaten or drunk anything for three days. When he woke up, he had only one feeling: hunger.

She stared at Mother Meng with her eyes that were already dizzy with hunger, and said with a sneer: "Hungry..."

"Mom will go and cook for you right away. Eat some fruit first to fill your stomach." Meng's mother helped her sit down on the sofa and quickly pushed the fruit on the table in front of her.

Then he reached out and grabbed the mask off his face, threw it into the trash can, and rushed into the kitchen without even having time to wash his face.

When Meng Zhizhou and Sang Xiaomian came back from the hospital, they saw Meng Zhiyi, who seemed to have been gone for a while on the sofa.

"Little sister is finally awake. Are you still feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Meng Zhizhou pushed Sang Xiaomian over and put the small cake in his hand on the table.

Meng Zhiyi, who was lying on the sofa, twitched her nose, opened her eyes slowly, and tilted her head to look at the small cake on the table.

"Do you want to eat it?" Sang Xiaomian handed over the cake with a smile.

Meng Zhiyi nodded weakly, then got up, unwrapped the cake, and scooped a full spoonful into his mouth.

But the next second, Meng Zhiyi vomited out of nausea.

"What's wrong? Why did you vomit? Are you feeling unwell?"

After she vomited, Sang Xiaomian was so scared that she quickly threw the remaining cakes aside and asked nervously.

Meng Zhizhou quickly poured her a glass of water and asked her to rinse her mouth.

"Are you feeling unwell? I'll take you to the hospital."

Meng Zhizhou frowned and turned around to get the car keys.

"No, no... I... I'm too hungry." Meng Zhi said this in a weak tone and fell back on the sofa.

At this moment, Meng's mother quickly cooked a bowl of her favorite wontons and brought it out.

"Come here, dear. Mommy has cooked wontons for you."

"Okay, I'm coming." Meng Zhiyi got up hurriedly and ate up all the soup and the residue in a matter of minutes like a starving ghost.

"I'm still hungry." Meng Zhiyi licked his lips and looked at his mother eagerly.

"Ah? Oh, okay, okay, mom will go cook it."

Mother Meng did not dare to delay and went back to the kitchen immediately.

This time, in order to prevent Meng Zhiyi from not eating enough, she directly cooked two large bowls.

But what surprised them was that after eating two large bowls, Meng Zhiyi was still hungry.

In the end, I ate five bowls before I was finally full.

Meng Zhiyi smacked her lips, looked at the small piece of cake left on the table, reached out to pick it up and wanted to eat it.

As a result, as soon as the cream entered my mouth, my stomach began to churn uncontrollably.

"yue~" Meng Zhiyi immediately pulled the trash can over and hugged it, and vomited out all the wontons that he had just eaten.

This scared Meng's mother, Meng Zhizhou and Sang Xiaomian.

"What happened? Why did he suddenly start vomiting?" Meng's mother was so scared that she was in a panic. She thought there was something wrong with the wontons she cooked, and she went back to the kitchen to check the expiration date.

"It's not expired. Did you eat something bad?"

Meng Zhizhou and Sang Xiaomian also looked confused.

"Before the cake came back, Xiaomian also ate it, so it's fine."

Mother Meng: "Go to the hospital, go to the hospital quickly."

The few people did not give Meng Zhiyi a chance to refuse and took her straight to the hospital.

After a thorough inspection, Meng's mother and Meng Zhizhou held the inspection report and fell into a long silence.

"What's wrong? What's the problem?" Sang Xiaomian, who had been guarding Meng Zhiyi, asked with concern.

Even Meng Zhiyi looked confused and looked at them with lifeless eyes.

Meng's mother's expression was a little subtle, while Meng Zhizhou's forehead was twitching constantly.

Seeing that they remained silent, Meng Zhiyi also became serious: "Is it serious? Do I have some terminal illness?"

Mother Meng was so frightened that she spat a few times: "Pooh, pooh, pooh, what are you talking about! You are in good health, not sick!"

Meng Zhiyi curled her lips and said jokingly, "Why are you not talking and looking so serious? If it's not a terminal illness, then you can't be pregnant, right?"

[Generally speaking, there are only these two possibilities. ]

[Otherwise, the expressions of my mother and brother would be too complicated. ]

Mother Meng: “…”

Meng Zhizhou: “…”

Sang Xiaomian: “???”

The three of them looked at Meng Zhiyi's belly at the same time.

Meng Zhiyi's eyelids twitched. Looking at their complicated expressions, a bad feeling arose in her heart.

She opened her mouth and said tentatively, "No...it can't be...true..."

"Have you got it?"