Jiang Yaojing quickly obtained the records of Song Yunyun's visit to the hospital through the operation of interpersonal relationships.
It's just that he doesn't understand what chemical pregnancy means in the diagnosis column.
The gynecologist at the hospital answered this question, "Biochemical pregnancy, in simple terms, is a very early miscarriage. When the gestational sac cannot be seen in the uterine cavity under color ultrasound, it has already been lost.
It’s like having your period.”
Song Yunyun's situation was that her miscarriage coincided with her menstrual period, which meant she was completely menstruating.
Jiang Yaojing understood after listening.
He also knew why Song Yunyun said those words in a drunken state that day.
My mood fluctuates slightly but not deeply.
What he is more concerned about is, "Will it affect the body?"
He knew that Song Yunyun was injured when she gave birth to Xiaobao.
She also knew that she could not have any more children in the future.
He is very content with Shuangshuang and Xiaobao.
The doctor said, "No, it's just that her physical condition is not very good."
Jiang Yaojing knows this.
He left the hospital.
…
After Song Yunyun left the hospital, she did not go home directly, but went to buy some ingredients.
She is interested in a few dishes and wants to try them.
She started making preparations as soon as she got home.
Clean food and prepare ingredients.
Jiang Yaojing came back and saw someone in the kitchen.
He came over.
I saw that Song Yunyun was busy inside.
There was an apron tied around her waist.
Slender figure.
Song Yunyun was focusing on putting the marinated meat aside.
Then adjust the starch paste.
She printed out the production steps and posted them on the wall, watching them while making them.
Jiang Yaojing walked in, hugged her waist from behind, put his chin on her shoulder, and asked softly, "What are you doing?"
Song Yunyun looked back and saw him, smiled, and said, "Fried little crispy pork."
"New?"
Song Yunyun nodded, "Yes. I can't make fried vegetables for you every day, right? Why don't you learn a few more things so that you won't get tired of them."
Jiang Yaojing went to hold her hand, but Song Yunyun struggled away, "My hands are all oily."
"fine."
Jiang Yaojing lowered his eyes and held her tightly, "No more, let's go out to eat."
Song Yunyun looked at him strangely, "I'm ready. What's wrong with you? Is your work not going well? Why do you look so bad?"
Jiang Yaojing didn't say anything, just hugged her tightly.
Hold her in your arms.
He felt better.
Song Yunyun twisted his body and said, "I can't breathe anymore. Let me go first."
"I just want to hold you."
Song Yunyun was helpless, "When did you become so clingy? Why are you acting like Shuangshuang?"
Jiang Yaojing said, "They both look like me, I am me."
Song Yunyun, "..."
She sensed that Jiang Yaojing was in a mood, so she was hugged by him quietly and stopped struggling.
They both broke in and saw the two people hugging each other. They covered their eyes and said, "Ashamed."
Jiang Yaojing turned to look at his son, "Come here."
Both of them ran over with their short legs. Jiang Yaojing touched his head and asked him, "Are you obedient today?"
Both nodded, "Yes, I'm very good."
Jiang Yaojing let go of Song Yunyun, squatted down and looked at his son, and asked in a low voice, "Are you still angry?"
They both shook their heads.
Jiang Yaojing picked him up and said, "Let's cook with mom."
"No, you guys go out. I'm nervous here. It's my first time and I didn't do well. Don't embarrass me." Song Yunyun wiped his hands and pushed him out, "Go watch TV."
They both clapped their hands happily.
Very happy, "I want to watch TV."
Jiang Yaojing had no choice but to take Shuangshuang to the living room.
Song Yunyun saw them turning on the TV in the living room, so he felt relieved and continued.
She poured oil, heated it, wrapped the marinated meat in starch paste and fried it in a pan.
When the explosion was halfway through, Jiang Yaojing walked in.
She said, "If you weren't playing with Shuangshuang outside, why did you come in again?"
Jiang Yaojing handed the phone to her, "Phone."
"Whose?" she asked.
Jiang Yaojing put the phone to her ear.
She looked at Jiang Yaojing and said something into the phone.