Chapter 350: Fifty years old, menopause, how to have children

As soon as I opened my mouth, the tears of Xi Muyan could not help.
"In the beginning, you said, if I want to break up with me if I want to have children, you let me go. You are not going to marry that European song. What are you going to do now?"
Looking south at the south, she said, word by word, "I can explain, I will not marry her."
Xi Muyan sneered, "So? Look at the child I raised to three years old, and want to come back to be a cheap old man? I told you that the south is Mo, you are dead this heart, don't think about it, don't think about yourself. Too important, don't think that I left the child because he is your south, and no matter who the child is, I will stay!"
Tears fell down. In the past few years, her grievances have been too much. At this moment, all of them have been vented with tears.
Suddenly, the man took her little face and bowed her head.
Xi Muyan stunned at the moment, staring at her hair, and opened her lips in the south.
When she reacted, there was a bit of disgust in the scorpion, and she bite down.
The man frowned, snorted and did not give up.
The mouth is full of smell, and the struggle of death and death is finally getting rid of.
She wiped her mouth in disgust, and said nothing, went straight to the bathroom.
The blood ran down the lips of the south, and gathered on the chin, then dripped on the white carpet, overlapping one after another, like a delicate red flower that bloomed wildly.
After half a ring, Xi Muyan came out of the bathroom.
Seeing the south of Mo’s mouth and still standing in the same place, she passed by him without squinting.
How long do you want to shut me up?
After that, she sat on the sofa and pulled the already cool food on the coffee table.
Open the lid and look at it, is her favorite sugar cool ribs, wood whiskers, seaweed canola.
The family remembered that every time he carried all the people and secretly went to his high-class apartment, he would give him these three dishes. At the moment, the tears fell off with disappointment.
Silently wiped a tear, she stuffed a mouthful of rice.
From yesterday to now, I haven’t had a good meal yet, and I can’t go anyway, why have I wronged myself.
In the south, she saw the gorging of her eating, poured a cup of warm water to her, and then entered the bathroom.
He put out his tongue/head and looked at the mirror.
The wound was quite deep, and he had no doubt that if he didn't open it in time, she would bite off his tongue/head.
He chuckled his lips. "It's a gimmick."
Xi Muyan, who has emotional fluctuations, reassures him. If she has been like before, she doesn’t cry, she looks at him coldly, and her cold speech is called suffering.
The mouth was full of smell and licked his mouth.
After he came out, he went to sit down to Xi Muyan and gave himself a bowl of rice and began to eat.
"Take you out for dinner at night."
Xi Mu Yan’s action was a meal, and he did not speak.
Nan Lin asked again, "What do you want to eat, hot pot, seafood, or street stalls?"
"Szechuan cuisine." Xi Muyan finally spoke.
It’s been heard that the south is silent for a few seconds, and the black scorpion suddenly feels a bit of a smile.
Good.

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From the hospital, it is already close to three points.
Qiao Muqing fortunately they took a physical examination with Yan Qian, the little guy's tonsils were inflamed, swollen and swollen, and the lymph nodes were swollen.
This is nothing for adults, and it will be fine if you take a few medicines.
But for a child who is only three years old, it is not only simple to take medicine, but it will lead to a series of inflammations, which is not sloppy.
The little guy squatted on the shoulders of Xi Muqiao, stretched his little fingers like a bud, and licked his mouth. "Mu Mu mother, it hurts."
Qiao Mu quickly blew on his middle finger. "Yu Qian does not hurt. When he draws blood, he is brave and brave. He is not crying. The nurses and sisters praise you."
The little guy had big eyes and tears, and the tears swirled in his eyes.
He said to Xi Muqiao, "Dad, the back of the hand is also painful."
Xi Mu Qiao changed his hand and hugged him. He glanced at the small hand back of the band-aid. "Nothing, the man is not hurting. If you go home, if you say pain, you will laugh at you. You took it to the vaccination yesterday. It all Did not say pain."
Hearing the words, the little guy put his hand down and cleverly squatted on his shoulder.
"Well, you are modest."
Joe Mu snickered at the side, and it was really funny when Xi Muqiao had a serious face talking to Qian Qian.
"Mr. Xi, let's go see the sister of Falling Glass tomorrow. I heard that she agreed to give birth to the child." She shook the hand that Xi Muqiao was free.
Xi Muqiao put her hand tightly, for fear that she would lose her.
"Don't go."
She lost her right question, "Why?"
The man glanced at her, and the plain voice could still hear a few bites. "When you go, will you give me a chance to stay in the quarter?"
Wen Yan, Qiao Mu drums the drums to help.
She looked down at the abdomen and was a little discouraged. "We will go to the hospital again tomorrow to check it. It has been so long."
Since Mr. He and Mr. Xi decided to go with the flow, they have never done any measures, but the stomach is not moving.
"You said, is it that my body is out of order and can't be born?"
Xi Muqiao pinched her finger and scolded, "Nothing, nonsense, Mingyang has said that your palace is cold, the chance of being pregnant/pregnant is lower than that of the average person. Don't think about it all day."
She frowned and said, "But the sister of the fall and the night of the house are pregnant, we have been so long."
"Don't worry, you are still young."
"But you are not young, you are just thirty-two years old, why not be anxious, don't you wait until you regenerate your child at the age of 50, do you want to be old?"
Xi Muqiao put Qian Qian on the safety seat and fastened the safety buckle.
"What nonsense, if you think about it, you can always be 50 years old, anyway, you can afford it." Xi Muqiao straightened up and bounced on her head.
Qiao Mu squinted at his head, pouting, muttering. "Fifty-year-old, all menopause, even if I can still be born, you are more than sixty, so old, you are sure to be born?"
The man took a deep breath and crossed his waist. He really wanted to press her on the lap.
He is so annoying that Qiao Mu is older than him. He is eleven years older than her. Is this his pain forever?
"Do you dislike me old?"
"No."
Xi Muqiao still wants to knock on her head. "Then you have been talking about old men!"
Qiao Mu quickly slammed his head and stared at him. "I am just making an analogy. I am anxious. Muche is three years younger than you. He is a prospective father, and there is a season..."
Seeing the man's face began to be bad again, she quickly shut up and made a slit mouth movement.
Xi Muqiao arranged her scarf for her. "Then why don't you say Lin Mo, he hasn't got a girlfriend yet, and it's early to have a baby, and definitely can't get in front of us."