Jiang Yaojing quickly obtained the records of Song Yunyun coming to the hospital through the operation of interpersonal relationships.
But he didn't understand, and the diagnosis column said, what does biochemical pregnancy mean?
The gynecologist in the hospital answered this question, "Biochemical pregnancy, in simple terms, is an extremely early miscarriage. When the gestational sac is not visible in the uterine cavity under color ultrasound, it has already been aborted.
It's like menstruation."
Song Yunyun's condition is that her miscarriage just coincides with her menstrual period, and it is completely a state of menstruation.
Jiang Yaojing also understood after hearing this.
He also knew why Song Yunyun said those words when she was drunk that day.
There are slight fluctuations in the mood.
What he cared more was, “Does it affect the body?”
He knew that Song Yunyun was hurt when he gave birth to Xiaobao.
I also know that she can't have children in the future.
He is very content with Shuangshuang and Xiaobao.
The doctor said, "No, it's just that she is not in good health."
Jiang Yaojing is clear about this.
He left the hospital.
...
After Song Yunyun left the hospital, she did not go home directly, but instead bought some ingredients.
She was interested in a few dishes and wanted to try it.
She started preparing when she got home.
Clean the ingredients and prepare the ingredients.
When Jiang Yaojing came back, he saw someone in the kitchen.
He came over.
I saw that it was Song Yunyun who was busy in it.
She saw an apron tied around her waist.
Slim body.
Song Yunyun was focusing on putting the cured meat aside.
Then mix the starch paste.
She printed out the production steps and pasted them on the wall, making them while watching.
Jiang Yaojing walked in and circled her waist from behind, put her chin on her shoulder, and asked softly, "What are you doing?"
Song Yunyun turned around and saw him, smiled and said, "Fried little crispy meat."
"Newly learned?"
Song Yunyun nodded, "Yes. I can't make fried vegetables for you every day, right? I have to learn more so that you won't get tired of eating."
Jiang Yaojing went to shake her hand, and Song Yunyun struggled, "I'm covered in oil."
"fine."
Jiang Yaojing lowered his eyes and held her tightly, "Don't do it anymore, let's go outside to eat."
Song Yunyun looked at him strangely, "I'm ready, what's wrong with you? Isn't your work going well? Why is your face not good?"
Jiang Yaojing didn't say anything, but just circled her tightly.
Hold her in your arms.
He felt better.
Song Yunyun twisted her body, "I'm almost breathless, let me go first."
"Just want to hold you."
Song Yunyun was helpless, "When did you get so clingy? Why are you like Shuangshuang?"
Jiang Yaojing said, "That's what both look like me, I am the one I am."
Song Yunyun, “…”
She felt that Jiang Yaojing was in emotions, so she was quietly held by him and stopped fighting.
Shuangshuang broke in and saw the two people hugging each other, covering their eyes, "Shame."
Jiang Yaojing turned to look at his son, "Come here."
Shuangshuang ran over with his short legs. Jiang Yaojing touched his head and asked him, "Are you obedient today?"
Shuangshuang nodded, "Yes, I'm very well-behaved."
Jiang Yaojing let go of Song Yunyun, squatted down to look at his son, and asked in a low voice, "Are you still angry?"
Both shook their heads.
Jiang Yaojing picked him up and said, "Let's cook with my mother."
"No, you guys go out, I'm nervous here. The first time I did it, I didn't do it well, don't embarrass me." Song Yunyun wiped his hand and pushed him out, "Watch TV."
Both clapped happily.
Very happy, "I want to watch TV."
Jiang Yaojing had no choice but to take Shuangshuang to the living room.
When Song Yunyun saw them turn on the TV in the living room, she felt relieved to continue doing it.
She poured oil, heated it up, wrapped the marinated meat with starch paste and fryed it in a pot.
Halfway through the blow, Jiang Yaojing walked in.
She said, "You are not outside playing with Shuangshuang, why are you coming in again?"
Jiang Yaojing handed her the phone, "Tel."
"Whose?" she asked.
Jiang Yaojing put his cell phone in her ear.
She looked at Jiang Yaojing and fed him to the phone.