Wen Xining's reaction frightened Beitang Shuo. He quickly ran over, patted her back and said worriedly: "Madam, Madam, what's wrong with you?"
Wen Xi was speechless, but Beitang Shuo was suddenly excited, as if he had thought of something, and exclaimed: "Madam, you don't have a baby anymore, do you?"
Doll? What, doll!
This sentence very effectively stopped Wen Xining's feeling of nausea. She was so angry that she was just a young girl. Where did she get the baby?
Beitang Shuo obviously hadn't noticed the sign of someone's anger yet, and still said to himself: "Aunt Fu used to vomit like this, and Uncle Fu told Shuo'er that she had a baby. Now that I'm vomiting like this,
Then the lady must have a baby, oh, the lady has a baby, Shuoer's wife has a baby." At the end of the sentence, the fool actually cheered.
Wen Xining's face turned black. Unable to bear it, she covered Beitang Shuo's mouth and gritted her teeth and said, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will block your mouth with roast chicken."
"Well, well..." Beitang Shuo, who was gagged, looked innocent, blinked his big bright eyes, and whined pitifully.
The simple, clear and innocent eyes of a deer made Wen Xining feel guilty of child abuse. He could only warn: "Now, if you stop talking nonsense, I will let go."
Beitang Shuo nodded hurriedly and got a breath of fresh air.
After gaining his freedom, he glanced at Wen Xining sadly, lowered his head in grievance, poked at each other with his two index fingers, and murmured: "My wife is really evil, that's what Uncle Fu said."
Wen Xining took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing, and said with a forced smile, "Mr. Master, did Uncle Fu tell you that babies can only be had after the bridal chamber?"
The smiling expression made Beitang Shuo's heart tremble, but he immediately said excitedly as if he suddenly understood: "Madam, let's get married as soon as possible, and we can have a real baby after the wedding."
"..." Wen Xining felt that she was shooting herself in the foot, and she was doing it hard, hard.
And Beitang Shuo became more and more enthusiastic as he talked, and even took Wen Xining's hand and walked all the way to the bed, "Come on, madam, let's go to the bridal chamber."
"Dong, you big-headed devil." Wen Xining finally broke out. She threw Beitang Shuo's hand away and pushed him forward fiercely.
Beitang Shuo, who had not yet reacted, only knew that he was about to fall. His hands were groping around in the air, grabbing something. The thing was caught, but the thing in his hand was not very strong.
As soon as he pulled it, he pulled it out, only to hear a woman's scream.