[Chapter 13 Chapter 157 The White Moonlight of the CEO of Thirsty Skin Syndrome Resurrected 19]
Well, this brat misunderstood again.
Wen Shinian pulled his hand back.
Before Xie Qing's face turned cold and he was about to cry madly, she pinched his mouth.
"Qingqing, you want to get a marriage certificate with me. Now, can you stand up?"
"Also, you have such a big bandage on your head. What? Do you want to take the ugliest wedding photo?"
Xie Qing blinked again and again.
From these two simple sentences, we can extract the most important information - he is ugly now, but my sister is still willing to marry him!
The scene in front of my eyes became brighter and brighter, as if I was just hanging two light bulbs in my eyes.
"What I want to say is, if you want to marry me, you should heal your wound first. Do you hear me?"
Xie Qing was completely focused: staring (reading_reading).
Wen Shinian's eyes twitched and he let go of Xie Qing's lips.
"Qingqing, did you hear what I just said?"
Xie Qing grabbed her hand, put it under his nose again, and smelled, kissed and licked it.
"Yes, I heard that my sister said she wanted to marry me."
Wen Shinian: "..."
She put on a forced smile and slapped Xie Qing lightly on the face.
"I told you to heal your wounds."
"Yeah, I know, I know."
Xie Qing's attitude was perfunctory, but he still responded in the end.
Wen Shinian was so helpless that he couldn't help laughing.
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It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone, but Xie Qing has been recuperating for half a month and still hasn't been discharged from the hospital.
He couldn't lie in the hospital and was afraid that Wen Shinian would regret it. As soon as the wound on his face healed a little, he started to throw a tantrum at Wen Shinian and forced Wen Shinian to prepare a wheelchair and follow him to the Civil Affairs Bureau.
In this era, not many people get married, and most of them get divorced.
When Wen Shinian and Xie Qing entered the Civil Affairs Bureau, they attracted a lot of attention.
Among them, there is no lack of envy and sympathy.
The men envied Xie Qing for still having such a beautiful woman by his side even though he was disabled.
The woman felt sorry for such a handsome man, but her whole life would be spent on a cripple.
Although the lame man is handsome, handsomeness cannot be used to make a living.
The corner of Xie Qing's mouth, which had been raised all the way, disappeared completely at this moment.
Especially when he saw people around him staring at Wen Shinian, his face turned so dark that it was unbearable to look at.
He pursed his lips and forcefully held Wen Shinian on his lap in front of everyone.
He hugged her tightly, buried Wen Shinian's head in his arms, like a dog guarding its food, and glared ferociously at everyone who looked at Wen Shinian.
He stared at them until they shrank their necks, then he controlled his wheelchair with satisfaction and walked to the front desk to register his marriage.
After finally getting the certificate, Xie Qing looked at the photo of the two of them in the red book and grinned with joy.
He lowered his eyes and smiled, holding the marriage certificate preciously to his heart.
He succeeded and he married the person he loved.
Looking at the man whose hair was filled with joy, Wen Shinian put his hands on his shoulders and dropped another bomb.
"Congratulations on becoming a husband and a father on May 20th."
"Whose father will you become? Yours?" Xie Qing asked subconsciously.
Wen Shinian laughed angrily.
Looking at the man who wanted to be her father, she grabbed his face with one hand and took his hand with the other and placed it on her lower abdomen.
"Who else could it be? Of course it belongs to some jerk who created this little jerk."
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Xie Qing: “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Xie Qing jumped up from his wheelchair in fright, as if he had seen a ghost.
The leg that was hit suddenly lost its pain nerves and is now standing straight, which is a medical miracle.
"You, you, I, I..."
"Straighten your tongue first."
"When...was this?"
Xie Qing swallowed and stared at Wen Shinian's stomach.
He was not prepared at all. When he thought that there was a child belonging to him and Nian Nian in here, his heart couldn't stop trembling.
"Yeah, I just found out a few days ago." Wen Shinian tilted her head and looked at him with a smile, "Are you happy?"
The wind happened to pick up at this time.
The wind blew Wen Shinian's skirt and also moved the ends of her hair.
Xie Qing's pupils shrank, and he threw all thoughts of happiness and children out of his mind.
He staggered towards Wen Shinian.
Wen Shinian caught the person steadily.
Xie Qing buried his head in Wen Shinian's shoulders and neck, his breathing still trembling.
"Nian Nian, you won't disappear again, right?"
He hugged Wen Shinian tightly, tears rolling down his face silently.
"No, don't be afraid."
Xie Qing nodded gloomily.
Worried about his legs, Wen Shinian only let him hold him for a while before carefully placing him in the wheelchair.
Xie Qing said nothing, and after getting in the car, he held her hand tightly.
He didn't feel relieved until he returned to the hospital and found himself surrounded by a closed and windless environment.
As if nothing had happened just now, he took the marriage certificate and turned his wheelchair around Wen Shinian the moment the ward door closed.
Wen Shinian stood there like a posture, and was infected by his joyful expression, so he also started laughing.
After turning around once, Xie Qing thought of something and quickly and carefully pulled Wen Shinian over and held him on his lap.
"Sister, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Do you want to vomit? Do you want to hit someone? Do you want to curse?"
"Why do you want to hit someone when you're pregnant?" Wen Shinian sat sideways in Xie Qing's arms. If she raised her head, she could kiss his chin.
Xie Qing casually said, "When that woman was pregnant, she always told the old man that she was uncomfortable. Once the old man hit me, she would feel better."
That woman = Xie Qing’s stepmother.
Wen Shinian scratched his chin with her soft fingertips, and Xie Qing squinted his eyes in comfort.
"She did it on purpose. I don't feel bad at all, and I don't want to hit anyone or curse at anyone. I just want to..."
Wen Shinian pinched Xie Qing's chin, lowered his head, and kissed his lips accurately.
"I just want to kiss you."
Xie Qing was very happy about this, and thought that this little rascal was not bad at all.
In the early morning, Xie Qing suddenly woke up.
Before he could even catch his breath, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the person next to him.
Seeing that she was still lying beside him safely, his heart slowly relaxed.
He turned around and hugged Wen Shinian in his arms.
Thinking about the dream just now, his face couldn't help but look ugly.
The next morning, when Deng Wen Shi Nian woke up, Xie Qing carefully held him in his arms.
"Sister, can you not have this child?"
Wen Shinian was surprised. "Well, what's wrong? Weren't you very happy yesterday?"
Xie Qing's expression was solemn as he described last night's dream to Wen Shinian.
"You said you dreamed that the child drove me out, causing me to die tragically on the streets, and not only that, but also sent you to a mental hospital?"
Xie Qing nodded affirmatively.
"Um!"
Wen Shinian touched his head with amusement and immediately understood why he had this dream.
"Qingqing, did you see clearly, who is that person in the dream?"
After being asked this by Wen Shinian, Xie Qing, who was originally very sure, also began to feel confused.
He lowered his head and began to recall.
Wen Shinian leaned on him, looking complacent.
“…It seems like it’s me.”
After a long time, Xie Qing turned around and looked over.
Wen Shinian touched his face and spoke out the fear deep in his heart.
"Qingqing, don't be afraid. You are different from Xie Maoxue. You will definitely be a good father."
Xie Qing opened his lips.
I want to say something, but I don’t know where to start.
He tentatively touched Wen Shinian's belly, which was not yet pregnant, and asked himself in his heart.
Will he really be a good father?
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