Chapter 89 I am your father! Please respond if you hear me!
Shen Wanjun: "You've already brought it here, and besides, the child needs his father to be with him."
"The baby is only a few months old, why would it need a father?"
"Yes, Daddy should give the baby prenatal education every day."
"Prenatal education?" Shen Kun didn't understand.
"Education should begin while the child is still in the womb, and the father is indispensable," Shen Wanjun said. "Song Zhan is mainly responsible for the child's prenatal education."
Although Song Zhan didn't understand his wife's words, he immediately nodded when he heard that the child needed him: "That's right, that's right."
Shen Kun rolled his eyes at him and looked at Huang Ya: "Dr. Huang, is that so?"
Huang Ya thought for a moment and nodded: "Sister-in-law is right."
There is a concept of prenatal education abroad, but no one in China cares about it, mainly because people don't have that much free time.
Song Juan said, "My brother, Dr. Huang, and I will all take care of my sister-in-law."
Shen Kun's expression finally improved. Although Song Zhan was a good-for-nothing, Huang Ya was not.
With a doctor present, he felt much more at ease.
If my niece has any problems here, it's much more convenient for her to see a doctor than in the village.
"Alright, you can stay here for now." Shen Kun finally relented.
She also warned Song Zhan: "If you dare to treat Wanwan even the slightest bit badly, we don't mind killing the father and keeping the son."
A chill ran down Song Zhan's spine; his uncle was so cruel.
But he could only nod; he couldn't refute anything.
Shen Kun was fairly satisfied with Song Zhan's attitude, and picked up a glass of wine, saying, "Come on, let's all have a drink."
Shen Wanjun was not allowed to drink alcohol and could only watch the men drink.
Pregnancy is so long, I really want to give birth soon.
She lowered her head dejectedly and took a big gulp of goat milk.
"This dish tastes great," Shen Kun praised.
Song Juan: "If my uncle likes it, then eat more."
"Juan, your cooking skills are so good, you could open a restaurant."
Shen Kun smiled and picked up another piece of food with his chopsticks, and Song Juan's lips curled up.
Since there were no extra rooms in the house, Shen Wanjun could only arrange for Shen Kun and Huang Ya to sleep together.
Neither man was happy and they disliked each other.
Shen Kun complained that Huang Ya snored while sleeping, while Huang Ya complained that Shen Kun slept spread out in a large position, leaving him no place to sleep.
In the latter half of the night, Shen Kun couldn't fall asleep, so he simply curled up on the sofa with his blanket.
Shen Wanjun's sofa is large, but it's still not enough for Shen Kun, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, to use.
He could only curl up his legs in grievance.
In his dazed state, he heard the sound of eating.
The sound was very soft and weak, and it seemed to be coming from Shen Wanjun's room.
A surge of anger rose within him, and he stood up, wanting to rush in, drag Song Zhan out, and give him a beating.
Shen Wanjun is pregnant, and he's making a mess of things.
Do you want to die?
Shen Kun clenched his fists and listened for a while longer.
The sounds in the room grew increasingly suggestive, and he could hardly bear it.
She burrowed under the covers and covered her ears tightly.
At that moment, he wished he could return to the village immediately.
Inside the room, Song Zhan held Shen Wanjun's hand and cried for a long time.
My uncle doesn't like me.
Shen Wanjun was a little sleepy and yawned, saying, "You're not a life coin, it's impossible for everyone to like you."
Song Zhan pouted and said, "Uncle still wants to leave his son behind."
"Haha, he was just saying it casually, don't take it seriously."
Song Zhan not only took it seriously, but was also somewhat apprehensive.
In terms of fighting skills, he might not be able to beat Shen Kun.
Moreover, his leg hasn't healed yet, so he has even less chance of winning.
If Shen Kun tries to take Shen Wanjun away, Song Zhan will have no choice but to use his position as battalion commander to break off relations with him.
"Don't overthink it. My uncle said that if I stay, I won't do anything reckless."
Shen Wanjun patted his back to comfort him.
Song Zhan buried his head in her chest, still feeling uneasy.
What if... what if my uncle goes back on his word?
“My uncle treats you the same way you treat Dr. Huang.”
"What do you mean?" Song Zhan didn't understand; what did this have to do with Huang Ya?
"Ahem, for example, I'm a big cabbage, and you're a pig."
Shen Wanjun laughed as she spoke: "I'm the Shen family's cabbage, and Juan'er is the Song family's cabbage, understand?"
Song Zhan thought about it and realized that it made sense.
He disliked Huang Ya and always felt that he would run away with Song Juan.
He was usually very unfriendly to Huang Ya.
Seeing Huang Ya and Song Juan chatting and laughing together, I wanted to beat that kid up.
Oh, no wonder his uncle doesn't like him, so that's why.
After Song Zhan figured things out, he finally felt a little better.
He gently touched Shen Wanjun's belly and asked, "Wife, can the baby really hear me?"
"That prenatal education thing, you're not just kidding, are you?"
"Of course not."
"Then..." Song Zhan said to Shen Wanjun's belly, "Son! Son! I'm your father! Answer me if you hear me!"
"Please respond if you receive this!"
He pressed his ear against Shen Wanjun's stomach, "Hello! Hello! The signal is bad, speak louder!"
Hahaha, Shen Wanjun laughed so hard she almost fell over.
She never expected that her usually cold and rough husband would have such a cute side.
She poked his forehead with her finger: "Idiot, the baby is only five months old, how can he talk!"
Song Zhan, however, persisted, seriously adjusting the "antenna".
—He moved his ear closer to her belly button and whispered, “Command calling son, kick belly if received, over!”
Shen Wanjun burst into laughter and collapsed into his arms, panting as she punched his shoulder: "Song Zhan! Do you think you're working in communications in the army?!"
Song Zhan pulled her into his arms and gently bit her lip: "Wife, are you happy?"
Shen Wanjun's eyes darted around: "My surname is Shen."
Song Zhan: ...
"My wife is such a clever little devil."
Song Zhan's rough hands caressed her lips: "Wife, I am very happy."
He lowered his head and kissed her bright red lips, their lips and teeth touching, as sweet as cherries.
Song Zhan ripped off his pajamas: "It's more comfortable to sleep naked."
Before Shen Wanjun could react, he stripped her naked.
Because of her pregnancy, Shen Wanjun's breasts seemed to be developing a second time, becoming increasingly fuller.
Song Zhan felt unbearably hot after just one glance.
The two kissed passionately, and he reached for the lamp, turning the brightness to its maximum.
"Don't you dislike having the lights on?"
The lights were a bit too bright, Shen Wanjun said, covering her eyes.
"I want to see more clearly."
Song Zhan's gaze swept over her, as if trying to etch her into his mind.
Shen Wanjun blocked his view, "Don't look."
She was embarrassed by it all.
"No." Song Zhan removed her hand, lifted the blanket to examine her closely, but was afraid his wife would catch a cold.
After thinking for a moment, he turned off the light and turned on the flashlight.
He smiled and said, "Wife, may I see it this way?"
Shen Wanjun: "No."
Song Zhan pretended not to hear, holding up his flashlight as he went into bed.
Shen Wanjun covered her face, feeling extremely ashamed.
How come these rough guys are becoming more and more shameless and more and more... adept at having fun?
Holding a flashlight, Song Zhan meticulously etched Shen Wanjun's image into his mind.
Their eyes were feasted, their mouths were busy, and their hands were even busier.
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