“Uh…” Fang Qiao said helplessly, “I don’t know, anyway, my nose didn’t get bigger when I was pregnant with An’an.”
"Your nose hasn't gotten any bigger this pregnancy, has it? Maybe you're carrying two twin sisters. Then the one in my belly is definitely a boy." Li Dan clasped her hands together and said, "God, I hope this pregnancy will be a boy. This pregnancy has been so painful. If it's not a boy, then all these ten months of suffering will have been for nothing."
Fang Qiao really wanted to say, "Doesn't a girl count?"
But seeing Li Dan's stubbornness, she was too lazy to say anything more.
After all, if you don't see eye to eye, there's no point in saying anything more.
With the arrival of the twelfth lunar month, the Laba Festival is not far away.
It snowed today and the day before yesterday, and the roads are icy. Fang Qiao hasn't been going out since, and just strolls around the yard every day.
As the two babies in her belly grew bigger and bigger, the space inside became limited, and they loved to kick even more, especially when Fang Qiao bent over.
Because when Fang Qiao bends over, the space inside her stomach is compressed, making them uncomfortable, so they kick out forcefully.
Sometimes Fang Qiao was kicked so hard she couldn't stand up. At that moment, she wished she could give birth to these two naughty babies in her belly right away, grab their little legs and slap their little bottoms a couple of times until they cried, to see if they would dare to kick their mother so hard again!
Unable to bend over, Fang Qiao couldn't even buy her own meals, so the task of buying groceries and cooking was handed over to Xiao Jing.
Xiao Jing has changed a lot in the year since she came to Beijing. Although she is still a bit introverted compared to others, she is much better than when she first arrived.
At least, she is no longer afraid to go out alone, and she has made two or three friends she can talk to.
She was no longer lifeless, but gradually exuded the vigor of a young girl.
She had prepared everything she needed to cook Laba porridge well in advance, and under Fang Qiao's guidance, she had also pickled a small jar of Laba garlic, all while waiting for the Laba Festival to arrive.
Cheng Baidong never came back, and Fang Qiao counted down the days.
With Laba Festival approaching and Cheng Baidong's departure time nearing its end, Fang Qiao finally couldn't sit still any longer and asked Xiao Jing to go to Yang Xiu's office to inquire again.
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