Chapter 112

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Yan Qingchi feels that he is really the first two recently. Since the incident of Yuan Qiang and Zhou Qiang, Jiang Mo 宸 an has increased his nervousness by eight times in an instant. The specific performance is that he was assigned a driver to let him go in the future. Everywhere, remember to let the driver follow, and his name was to drive him, but Yan Qingchi saw the muscles on the other side and knew where the driver was. This was clearly a bodyguard!
What can Yanqingchi do? Yanqingchi listened to Jiang Moji's cautious wording. He couldn't wait to modify it eight times before he said it. He could only nod his head and said, "Okay, OK, the driver is the driver, and you're happy.
Immediately after, he received a phone call from his mother, saying that he would come to see him, and Yan Qingchi naturally did not refuse. However, Swallow's mother looked at him, but it was more than just a glance. She took care of Yanqing Lake for three days. While telling him that eating this is good for children, he also told him that you can't touch these, sleep more, surf the Internet less, and say, yan netting Yanqing Pond.
Yan Qingchi: ... girls are not as spoiled as I am in pregnancy?
As soon as the mother-in-law is here, the mother of the Jiang family will also be here when she hears the news, and she also has the words, "Koike, everyone is a mother. You ca n’t just let your mother go, do n’t let me go. Your family should feel that our family does not take you seriously. "
Yan Qingchi said no, my family thinks that your family is very good, but he just talked in his heart, and had to smile at his face and ask her, "When will you come?"
Jiang Mu came on the phone and asked him about the recent situation, while asking the driver to bring someone else and buy it himself. In short, a lot of supplements were brought to the door of Yanqing Pond.
When the driver moved it, Yan Qingchi looked at the bird's nest abalone ginseng in front of him and had an ominous premonition.
Sure enough, the next second, Jiang Mu's words verified his idea, "Oh, Xiaochi, this bird's nest was sent to me by others. They are all good, very good, and good for the baby. You can eat more."
Yan Qingchi nodded.
"I heard my friend say that his son's daughter-in-law ate abalone in the early stages of pregnancy, and the baby born was smart and cute, so I bought it for you, but you ca n’t eat more. You can eat it according to the list I gave you later what."
@Finity 好 文, all in
Yan Qingchi continued to nod.
"It's also good to have ginseng. My friend is a doctor. She said that eating ginseng in the first trimester of pregnancy can improve immunity and prevent colds. The weather is so dry recently, it doesn't rain or snow. If you have a cold, you still have If you ca n’t take medicine, take ginseng in advance to prevent it. "
Yan Qingchi said, I think I'm in good shape. I shouldn't catch a cold so easily, but he can only nod mechanically.
Jiang mother also introduced other things she brought along. Yan Qingchi listened to it, but she felt that Jiang mother should be good, and she had a lot of friends. Every friend recommended something to her. This month, It was arranged plainly.
That night, Jiang Moyu went home and saw his mother cooking soup. Her daughter-in-law listened to music in the bedroom and closed her eyes.
Jiang Moshang was a bit surprised. His mother was busy with her career when she was young. She thinks that women in the new century can be restrained by the stove, so Ji doesn't go to the kitchen much. When his sister took over the company later, his mother felt that his face and hands needed maintenance at this age, and he had an aunt who specializes in cooking at home.
At this moment, they actually cooked Yan Qingchi at their house, Jiang Mozhi thought that this was really strange.
"I haven't seen my mother cook for many years, and this time it really touched your light." Jiang Mozhi was deeply moved in the melodious piano music. "Yes, why do you listen to the piano?"
Yan Qingchi turned to look at him, looking calm and helpless, "Mom said it was prenatal education, and cultivated his child's love of music in advance, and inspired his music potential." @Infinite Good, all in
Jiang Moxie laughed at him because he was helpless, but he could only admit his fate. He lifted the quilt and sat in. He stretched his arms around his waist and asked him, "Will you play the piano?"
"Yes." Yan Qingchi nodded.
His adoptive mother likes playing the piano very much. There is also a piano room for this purpose, but she likes to like it, but she does not play well. Every time she laments this, the young Yan Qingchi retorts, "No, mother plays very well."
She smiled gently at Chongyan Qingchi, rubbing his head and laughing, "Koji is just fine."
Yan Qingchi wanted to be close to her, so he asked her to teach her piano. He was talented and studied for a few years, but was born in blue and played a lot better than his adoptive mother. His adoptive mother was still very happy for this, and felt that he had not done it. It was a wish that his son did.
But now, these are all gone.
@Finity 好 文, all in
Yan Qingchi did not stay in the memory for long. He has always been a sane and forward-looking person. Those past days have disappeared. No matter how much he misses, he can no longer return. Therefore, rather than sorrow in the memory, it is better to cherish the eyes. After all, he is also very happy now.
Jiang Moxie said that he seemed to be frustrated a bit, and refused to accept, "I will."
"Then you should be better than me, I just play casually."
Jiang Moyan looked at him, "So, what do you have that you can't?"
"Isn't this known to the people all over the country?"
"what?"
"Sing." Yan Qingchi reluctantly, "Since participating in" come to war! Friends! ", Haven't my attributes been completely exposed?"
Jiang Mozhi almost forgot his magical rhythm. When he said that, he remembered the two of them when they sang the love song. In fact, he felt a little cute about Yan Qingchi not singing very much. After all, he would There are enough of them, but such small shortcomings will make him look more real.
Jiang Mo teased him, "You said, what if the baby inherits you?"
"Can't you think he's okay? For example, he inherited my intelligence and wit, and he inherited my handsomeness. Why should I inherit my singing? I don't choose so many advantages. Must I choose this?" Daddy, Yan Qingchi is dissatisfied.
Jiang Mo grinned, "Okay, inherit your intelligence and wit, handsome and handsome, decathlon, this head office."
"It's almost the same, oh," Yan Qingchi said, "This child won't really inherit me and sing."
Jiang Moyan couldn't help but laughed and said, "Baby, you are really cute."
Yan Qingchi squinted at him, "Darling, you're really a bit numb."
"Occasionally flax is like a seasoning. It is a necessity."
Yan Qingchi thought he was kind enough to say, smiled, and did not refute.
"Are you okay today? Are you uncomfortable?" Jiang Moyan asked him.
Yan Qingchi looked outside the door, "Our mother is here. How can I be uncomfortable? I now feel like a pea prince, spoiled, respected, and superior ..." Idioms of the same meaning, so I turned to Jiang Moyu, "You ..."
Jiang Moshang never thought, how could this start to talk about idioms? You ... indecision? Are you traveling? The survival of the fittest? Jiang Mozhe thought for a while, and suddenly the blessing came from his heart, and he reached out and touched Yan Qingchi's belly, "You are the best!"
Yan Qingchi: "... you won."
Jiang Mo smiled smirkly and couldn't help but touch it again. Yan Qingchi was speechless. "How old is he? What can you feel?"
"Can you feel him?"
"To be honest, I don't feel anything." Yan Qingchi calmly said.
"Qingchi, have you thought about it, do you want a boy or a girl?"
Yan Qingchi thought it was too embarrassing for him. From a parent's longing for children, he certainly hopes to be a girl and make up the word "good", but from the perspective of two men raising children, he is rational I think boys will be more suitable. The pull of sensibility and reason has always been a super-outline question, so Yan Qingchi thought about it and answered seriously, "Which one do I want?"
Jiang Mojing: "???"
Yan Qingchi looked at him, Zhenzhen said, "Which is not good? Can you go up to the sky, go down to the sea to fight dragons, martial arts high strength, sensible cute, or lotus root, no gender, you like a boy, he is a boy, like a girl, You can also treat him as a girl, isn't it? "
"Then you will be pregnant for three years?" Jiang Moxie couldn't bear it.
Yan Qingchi is very open-minded, "Anyway, Huai is pregnant, one year is also pregnant, three years is also pregnant, I was pregnant with him for three years, he came out directly three years old, just arrived at the most adorable period of children, and it is worth it Now. "
Jiang Moyan: ...
"What do you think?" Yan Qingchi asked him.
Jiang Moji feels a little tired. Where can he find a cricket for Yan Qingchi? He now eats a meatball for Yan Qingchi. Can he harvest a meat ball three years later?
Jiang Moxie patted his daughter-in-law's hand, "Wake up, it's time to eat. It is estimated that Nezha is gone. If there is a girl in the future, it will be fine to have a hoe."
Yan Qingchi sighed, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, continuing her daily routine as a fat house pregnant.
Jiang Mu left for five days before leaving reluctantly, before telling Yan Qingchi to call himself if there was anything, telling Jiang Moji to take good care of Yan Qingchi. Jiang Moji nodded, Yan Qingchi agreed.
Chess was at the door, and she waved nicely with her, "Goodbye, grandma."
Jiang Mu listened to his soft childish voice, but she didn't want to leave, but she was worried that she was too long here, which would make Yan Qingchi uncomfortable, so she bent down and let the chess and kiss him, but couldn't bear it. He kissed him and left reluctantly.
Jiang Mo felt relieved when he saw his mother gone. He stayed with Yan Qingchi for a few days at home and felt deeply that the life of the pea prince was not easy. This is not possible, that is not allowed, what you want to eat, you have to Think about whether it will affect your baby.
He looked at Yan Qingchi. "Either I say something to my mother. Don't come here in the future. It's too restrictive. I know how you feel when I usually control you."
When Yan Qingchi heard the words, he smiled and patted his shoulder. "You are okay. You only care about my activities, whether I eat or drink."
"Yeah, I care about your activities, my mother and your mother care about you eating, drinking, having fun, and you have really been a little pitiful on this day."
Yan Qingchi laughed, "If my mother and your mother heard these words, I would probably say that we two are not sensible and we are in a blessing."
"So, either don't let them come first? I don't think it's ordinary people who have children and don't have so many taboos. Don't you give birth to them well?"
"Am I an ordinary person with a child?" Yan Qingchi asked him. "In my mother's words, can you find another example of a man getting pregnant? But be careful."
Jiang Moyan sighed deeply, "Then I can only wrong you."
"I'm actually okay." Yan Qingchi said: "Although I feel that you have been nervous and controlled me a bit strictly, but I understand that it's all for me, otherwise why don't you care about others. So you Do n’t worry, they like to come, let them come, they feel so happy, and you make them happy. Anyway, it ’s for me and the children. I restrain myself, and it ’s ok. "
"You are so considerate," Jiang Mozhi said, and could not help kissing him, "pleasant."
Yan Qingchi gave him a glance, smiled, and said nothing.