Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

When Wen Yanlin returned, he found Song Yian sitting on the sofa in a daze. When the light was turned on, he was almost scared to death. He asked in surprise, "Hey, Yian? Why are you here? Didn't Jue say you went home?"

Song Yian didn't even raise his head and explained to him in a low voice: "Song Yicheng went back, and I was too lazy to go back."

Wen Yanlin understood, "Oh."

He nodded in agreement, "It's better not to go back, so as to save trouble." Then he took a bottle of wine from the refrigerator and turned back to ask Song Yian, "Want to drink?"

"Ah."

The two of them sat on the sofa and drank. Wen Yanlin suddenly sighed, "Ah... Do you think Brother Jue and the others are okay? Why are you so desperate to have a baby so early?"

The person who is talking about this is Wen Yanlin.

Song Yian's grip on the bottle suddenly tightened, his slender fingers curled slightly, and he smiled perfunctorily, "Maybe they have their own plans."

Wen Yanlin still shook his head, "That's too irrational!" He began to recount life after having a baby, "Look, now that we have a child, Jue Ge must be taking care of the baby, so how can he have time to go out and play?"

"When the child goes to school, I have to help him with his homework and worry about big and small things. It's so troublesome... And when he grows up, I have to help him think about getting married and having children."

He chattered on and on without stopping.

However, he was talking until his mouth was dry, but Song Yian was holding the wine bottle and staring into the distance in a trance.

There was no response from his side. Wen Yanlin paused, and then he realized that Song Yian was in a daze. He shouted to him: "Hey, Yian! Yian!!"

Song Yian suddenly came back to his senses, "Huh?"

"You didn't listen to me, did you? What happened to you tonight? You've been listless since I came back. What happened?"

"Hiss..." Wen Yanlin narrowed his eyes and asked suspiciously: "Could it be..."

He deliberately prolonged his tone, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat. Song Yian thought he had seen through his thoughts, and the usually calm and composed man became a little restless.

But Wen Yanlin said, "Are you tired from the plane ride?"

Song Yian: “…”

He closed his eyes, thinking that he had overestimated their abilities.

Song Yian followed his guess and replied: "Maybe."

"Then you should go to bed early." Wen Yanlin said with concern.

"Ah."

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. Wen Yanlin, who was sitting with his legs crossed and half leaning back to drink, sat up straight and said in a low voice, "Do you think they are possessed by something?"

"Are you talking about Ajue and Jiang Wangshu?" This guess was so absurd that Song Yian couldn't help but frown, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Seeing his serious expression, Wen Yanlin quickly tried to explain: "Oh, I was just talking, don't be angry."

Wen Yanlin snapped his fingers, startled, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask them if it's a boy or a girl? I want to think about what gifts to give them, after all, these are my nephews and nieces."

He always acts on his own accord, without any real purpose.

"It's been less than two months, what can be detected?"

"Ah? Okay." Wen Yanlin wilted, like a deflated ball.

After a while, he was revived with full health.

He was unaware and unconsciously stabbed Song Yian in the heart, each stab was fatal. He kept talking about his thoughts, "I hope it's a niece, so that I can design a princess dress for her, I'm good at it!"

As he spoke, Wen Yanlin raised his eyebrows proudly.

"Right? Yi An."

Song Yian was speechless and rolled his eyes at him. Wen Yanlin thought he looked down on his design and immediately tried to clear his name.

"Don't underestimate me. I have been invited by many luxury brands. I will definitely be a top fashion designer in the fashion world in the future!!"

"If you don't believe me, let's make a bet!"

"Okay, I believe you, great designer, fashion guru." Song Yian was numb, and he chose to compromise with the wooden man in front of him.

Finally hearing a satisfactory answer, Wen Yanlin picked up his glass again and clinked glasses with him coolly, "That's right."

"No more drinking. I'll go get you some princess dresses." Inspiration came suddenly, and Wen Yanlin quickly put down his wine glass, left the depressed Song Yian and went upstairs.

Song Yian: “…”

He took a sip of his wine, "Well, go ahead."

I feel annoyed just staying here.

The sound of footsteps gradually getting farther and farther away on the stairs became louder and louder. Wen Yanlin walked backwards holding the handrail of the stairs. He came back to remind Song Yian, "Aren't you tired? Finish your drink and go to sleep."

"okay, I get it."

"OK."

……

Because of the morning sickness problem, Hua Tingjue, who doesn't like reading, flipped through books and classics, and persevered in finding a way to relieve Jiang Wangshu's symptoms.

Jiang Wangshu joked with him: "If you put your energy into studying, I would have fewer headaches, right?"

Hua Tingjue retorted: "That's different."

"Hey, did you find anything?"

"Not yet, but it should be soon."

"Okay, I'll wait for your good news."

Not long after, Jiang Wangshu did not get the good news he was waiting for, but instead received the bad news that shocked the world and made the ghosts cry.

That is--

All her pregnancy reactions were transferred to Hua Tingjue.

Nausea, drowsiness, dizziness...

At this moment, Hua Tingjue was in the bathroom holding the toilet and vomiting violently.

"vomit……"