Wen Xue carefully observed Eleven's face from all angles. From the front, it was indeed exactly the same as Zhan Jingting, but from the side, it didn't look much like it. It seemed like there was a bit of Qiao Wanwan!
Wen Xue felt that she might be going crazy. She worked so hard to give birth to Eleven. It was difficult to give birth and almost killed her. How could she look like Qiao Wanwan!
She closed her eyes and hugged Eleven tightly.
Maybe Eleven liked Qiao Wanwan so much that she was a little jealous, so she thought too much about it.
...
In the evening, when Qiao Wanwan returned to the room, Zhan Jingting was already lying down.
She went to the bathroom to wash up, and soon lay down next to him, "Wen Xue went back after sleeping with Eleven."
The man who was reading said quietly, "You don't need to tell me this kind of thing."
Qiao Wanwan laughed, "Then what do I need to tell you?"
"your business."
Qiao Wanwan felt sweet in her heart, "What can happen to me?"
She suddenly remembered something and her face turned a little red, "There is indeed something wrong. I... my menstrual period is over."
Zhan Jingting chuckled, "I know."
Qiao Wanwan said softly, "You are not in the mood these days because of the National Day incident."
"Wanwan, that's not the case."
Qiao Wanwan cast a confused look.
"I'm afraid you'll be tired." Zhan Jingting said truthfully, "It's very hard for you to take care of Eleven."
Qiao Wanwan pursed her lips, mustered up her courage, and kissed him proactively.
This kiss was like thunder from the sky and fire on the earth. The two people soon kissed each other inseparably, and the temperature in the master bedroom was slowly rising.
Qiao Wanwan felt a chill on her body, and her shoulders couldn't stop shaking.
She closed her eyes and was mentally prepared.
But the next second, the man on top of him suddenly stopped, turned over and lay aside, breathing heavily.
Qiao Wanwan slowly opened her eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Not today."
"......Why?"
"Wanwan." Zhan Jingting turned around and hugged her gently, "I don't plan to have children anymore."
Qiao Wanwan was startled, "Why?"
Zhan Jingting said nothing.
Qiao Wanwan reacted suddenly, "Are you afraid that if we have a child, we will inherit your disease like Eleven?"
"Yes." The man admitted frankly, "giving birth to a sick child is not only painful for him, but also for you. I don't want you to endure such pain."
"Wanwan, this is not something that will happen if you don't want to." Zhan Jingting's voice was depressed and difficult, "I used to crazily want to have a child with you and the fruit of our love, but that day, when I saw
When I fell to the ground and fell ill on November 11, I suddenly woke up."
"I'm thinking, if Shiyi is our child, will your pain be doubled? The answer is yes, you will be in pain and I will go crazy, so Wanwan, I can't bet."
Qiao Wanwan hugged him tightly, "Okay, let's not consider having children for the time being. Once I cure you and Eleven's illness and break this curse, we can have another baby, okay?"
"Wanwan, I'm sorry..." The man buried his face in her neck, "Marrying me is so unfair to you."
"I don't think so." Qiao Wanwan choked, "I'm very happy. How can it be unfair to marry a woman who loves you?"
"Wanwan..." Zhan Jingting had thousands of words to say, but they were all stuck in his throat.
"Stop talking about this." Qiao Wanwan kissed his cheek, "Go to sleep."
"good."
After turning off the lights, the two of them had their own thoughts, and neither of them slept well.
...
The next day.
Wen Xue came to Wutong Bay at noon, holding an exquisite gift box in her hand, "Mrs. Zhan, I know you love cheongsam, so I asked a master to make one for you. You can try it.
"
Ruan Wanyi took one look and liked it very much, "Wen Xue, you have good taste and the cheongsam is very beautiful."
"Then you try it. If it doesn't fit, I'll send it to you for modification."
"good."
Ruan Wanyi changed into a cheongsam and was very satisfied, "Very good."
"You have a good temperament and are most suitable for wearing cheongsam."
"Then I won't be polite to you and accept it."
"You are Shiyi's grandma. I should be filial to you. No need to be polite." Wen Xue looked around and asked, "Where is Miss Qiao? I wanted to buy her a gift, but I don't know what she likes.
I still want to ask first."
"She went to school to sign up." Ruan Wanyi said dissatisfied, "It's just a sign up, but Jing Ting insists on accompanying her. Is she so delicate?"
Wen Xue smiled and said, "Well, it's normal for newlyweds to feel like they are glued to each other."
"It's not normal. Jing Ting has always been aloof. When has he ever been so attentive to a woman? Qiao Wanwan still has some skills. She can actually control Jing Ting to death..."
"Mom." A man's low and cold voice suddenly came from the door, "If I hear you say Wanwan is wrong again, please leave Wutong Bay and don't step foot here again."
Ruan Wanyi said with a smile, "Jing Ting, are you back? Mom was joking, why did you come back alone? Where is Qiao Wanwan?"
"She went to the hospital."
"Her sister is here, right? Look, does mom's cheongsam look good? Wen Xue made it custom-made."
Zhan Jingting said, "Mother Zheng, give her the money according to the market price."
Zheng Ma nodded, "Yes."
"Jing Ting, what do you mean?" Wen Xue frowned, "Can't I even give Mrs. Zhan a gift?"
"These interactions are unnecessary. I don't want you to get involved too much with anyone in our family, especially in Wutong Bay." Zhan Jingting said expressionlessly, "If you really want to give each other gifts and interact, just leave here.
, don’t get close to Wanwan in front of her eyes, so as not to embarrass her."
Ruan Wanyi was extremely angry, "It's Qiao Wanwan again, why do you think about her in everything!"
"Mom, remember, Wanwan is the mistress of this family. Even the name Wutong Bay was named after her." Zhan Jingting spoke loudly, "Anyone who wants to give her a gift here will not be allowed to do anything."
No matter how happy she is, I will tell her to get out."
Ruan Wanyi's chest heaved with anger, "Okay, I know you are afraid that she will be unhappy, so I won't accept the cheongsam anymore!"
Wen Xue looked at Ruan Wanyi's angrily going to change clothes, the smile on her face did not change, "Jing Ting, actually you don't need to be so nervous. I just think that Mrs. Zhan loves Eleven very much. Out of courtesy, I will give her a gift."
It's just a gift to express gratitude, I don't think Miss Qiao will be so stingy."
"Of course Wanwan is not stingy, but if it were you, and a woman who gave birth to your husband's child hung around your house every day, mingling with your mother-in-law, would you be happy?" Zhan Jingting asked in return.
Wen Xue: "..."
"Sorry, it seems that I have disturbed your life."
"It's good if you know." Zhan Jingting didn't give her any face.
Wen Xue's face was a little confused, "If that's the case, why did she agree to let me come here to accompany Eleven?"
"Because she is kind and really loves Eleven." Zhan Jingting warned coldly, "So I don't want you and my mother to mistake her kindness for weakness and do anything to push your limits. Do you understand?
?”
Wen Xue twitched the corners of her lips and said, "Jing Ting, you are overthinking. What can I do to push the envelope?"
"So much the better."
Zhan Jingting left without saying anything more to her.
In the afternoon, Qiao Wanwan called and said she wouldn't be back for dinner.
Zhan Jingting said a few words and then hung up the phone.
It wasn't until after eight o'clock in the evening that Qiao Wanwan still hadn't returned home.
Zhan Jingting was about to call to inquire when his cell phone suddenly rang.
It was Qiao Wanwan calling.
Zhan Jingting unconsciously raised the corners of his lips and opened them to answer, "Wanwan, I was just about to call you."
A strange middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Hello, are you this lady's husband?"
"I am, who are you?"
"Something happened to your wife, come here quickly!"
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