Poor girl, she is pregnant with a rich old man's cub

"Baby kicking woo woo woo."

After Lin Yang finished speaking, he couldn't calm down. He stroked his stomach and shrank into Qin Jue's arms, sobbing at a loss.

It was the first time that she felt such severe pain from "fetal movement".

The girl's head was against his chest, Qin Jue's mind went blank for a moment, but he quickly realized that he hugged Lin Yang and put him on the bed.

"Where does it hurt baby?"

"It's all right, my husband is here." He reassured carelessly.

The first reaction in his mind was to blame himself for giving Lin Yang a mouthful of soy sauce water at night, which made Lin Yang's stomach ache so badly.

Lin Yang was lying on the big dark bed, and the second he put him down, he curled up reflexively.

"It's okay baby, it won't hurt in a while."

Qin Jue's reaction was quite calm, and he still remembered to help the girl relieve the pain caused by the "fetal movement" first.

After comforting Lin Yang, he got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water, but he almost knocked over the glass in the process.

Back in the room, Lin Yang looked better.

Qin Jue tested the temperature of the water in some cups, then supported Lin Yang's back neck, lifted him up slightly, and fed the warm water into the girl's mouth.

Lin Yang only took a sip before shaking his head and pushing the cup away.

She frowned and lay down again, Qin Jue noticed that her face had turned pale, and there was a little sweat on her temples.

Feeling powerless and tingling in his chest came together, Qin Jue's handsome face turned gloomy, and he lay down behind Lin Yang carefully, with his big hands covering Lin Yang's stomach, stroking and comforting him gently. Looking at Lin Yang and the child in her belly.

As if sensing the low air pressure of the man behind him, Lin Yang let out a breath, and habitually thrust his shoulders into the man's arms.

Feel the man's cheek buried in his shoulder.

Lin Yang pretended to be lively and smiled.

Then he said in a relaxed tone: "Let me just say it, the baby feels salty."

Qin Jue's muffled voice rang out from beside his ears: "It's really annoying, he doesn't—" the word "good" has not yet been uttered.

The baby in the womb seemed to hear his father talking ill of him.

Lin Yang's uterine cavity contracted again, his whole body was like a shrimp, he let out an uncontrollable cry of pain, and curled up in Qin Jue's arms.

The distance between shoulders and chest is widened.

Her reaction was too big, ever since her belly got big, she had been under Qin Jue's nose all the time, Qin Jue had never seen her make such a big move.

Almost to the whole person into a ball.

Qin Jue's pupils constricted, he sat up suddenly from the bed, and lifted the quilt covering Lin Yang's body.

"Yang Yang!"

The voice was still calm, but it was hard to hide a little panic.

It seemed that she heard the voice coming from their room. Aunt Wang just lay down and got up in a hurry.

Putting on a coat casually, he opened the door and came in: "What's wrong?"

"Oh, what's going on, Yang Yang?" Aunt Wang was shocked when she saw the scene in the room, because Lin Yang was lying curled up on the bed, his face was as white as a sheet under the bright light. pieces of paper.

Qin Jue's face didn't look any better, seeing Aunt Wang coming, he quickly said, "Yangyang's stomach hurts, the baby keeps kicking her, what should I do?"

Aunt Wang hurried forward, and after a wave of labor pains passed, Lin Yang took a deep breath and leaned into Qin Jue's arms, feeling her hands and feet were so weak from the pain.

She was in so much pain that she almost had double images, but she still recognized Aunt Wang and forced a smile: "...I'm fine, Aunt Wang."

Looking at her expression, Qin Jue's breath was stagnant, his heart seemed to be squeezed by an invisible big palm, and he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Don't laugh baby."

After all, Aunt Wang had production experience.

She just stepped forward to touch Lin Yang's stomach, and then exclaimed in surprise.

"It's about to give birth! Hurry up and hug Yangyang, I'll call a car!"

There was a buzzing in Qin Jue's head, he hadn't thought of this at all, he had been calculating, and now there are still 20 days before Lin Yang's due date.

Lin Yang was also dumbfounded there.

Seeing the reactions of these two, Aunt Wang still didn't understand.

Two novice parents with no experience mistook the labor pains before giving birth for fetal movement.

Lin Yang subconsciously looked at Qin Jue.

Qin Jue took a deep breath, got off the bed, opened the closet and took out a cashmere coat of his own, wrapped Lin Yang tightly, revealing only the soft top of his hair and two sparkling eyes.

While going out with Lin Yang in his arms, he called Zhou Yue and told him to come to the hospital immediately.

Zhou Yue over there is still playing enthusiastically in the bar with his two little tails.

After receiving the call, the frivolous temperament on his body dissipated in an instant, and with quick eyes and quick hands, he grabbed Zhou Qianqian and Ji Lian who were swinging on the dance floor one by one.

Then press it into your car.

Unlike the warm indoors, Zhou Qianqian shivered from the cold wind outside.

"What are you doing! What time is it!" Zhou Qianqian wanted to get out of the car unwillingly, trying to free Zhou Yue's hand. She was in a bad mood today, and she was going to play until the end of the bar!

Ji Lian also complained. He flew to Australia for the exam some time ago, and he stayed in China for most of the semester. Hey, the final grades are not surprising.

Adding up, Ji's father has high blood pressure.

An angry father Ji asked him to move bricks to his construction site. In winter, the bricks were as cold as ice. His hands were about to crack from the cold. Ji Lian felt that he was more pitiful than that little match girl. .

It was hard for him to escape.

——Although I still begged Zhou Yue to give me the medical record of lumbar muscle strain.

Zhou Yue clicked his tongue, and Ji Lian hesitated for a second, almost forgetting that Zhou Yue was still holding his own lifeline.

Zhou Yue just glanced at Ji Lian lightly, and Ji Lian obediently sat in the co-pilot, but still couldn't help muttering: "Where are you going now?"

Zhou Yue got into the car and turned on the ignition, glanced in the rearview mirror, turned around, and said in a flat voice, "Hospital, Lin Yang is about to give birth."

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

Two curses sounded together.

Zhou Qianqian, who was lying sprawled on the back seat and switching back and forth between hot search news and WeChat pages, suddenly sat up, and suddenly became more energetic.

The phone was thrown away, and there was a bang in the carriage, the screen lit up, and a new WeChat message from Yan Zhen was received.

But she didn't see it at all.

Zhou Qianqian's tone rose, and she frantically patted the back of the driver's seat: "Then why don't you hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!!!"

Zhou Yue clicked his tongue and said angrily, "I'll fly?"

Having said that, he still gripped the steering wheel a little nervously.

Because Qin Jue's voice just now didn't sound like a relaxed and happy one.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhho

Zhou Yue took a deep breath, stepped on the accelerator, and said in a slow tone: "It's okay, this place is close to the hospital, and it will be soon."

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