I became beautiful by eating melons

Zhu Li resigned from the hospital because her father Zhu Cheng was transferred.

People in the hospital knew Ye Rou's identity and no longer asked about her private affairs or spread rumors about her.

The thing that worried Ye Rou the most this week was Jiang Chen’s illness.

"Don't move." Ye Rou slapped Jiang Chen's hand off her thigh.

Jiang Chen withdrew his hand.

He was lying on a large bed in shorts, revealing his tan skin, strong muscles and bones, with gold needles piercing his thighs, abdomen, arms, and even head.

Ye Rou sat cross-legged beside him and carefully compared the medical book before giving the 21st needle.

When she is serious, she will puff up her cheeks unconsciously, and the puffing up of her cheeks is so cute.

Jiang Chen was itching to do it.

Jiang Chen had golden needles stuck all over his body and couldn't move. His pair of burning eyes kept looking at Ye Rou.

"Okay." Ye Rou gave the last injection, put down the medical book, and said seriously: "Remove the needle in half an hour, and then take a medicinal bath."

Jiang Chen raised his eyelids.

"Wife, what if my disease can't be cured?" he asked casually.

Hearing the voice, Ye Rou looked towards Jiang Chen and saw that he lowered his eyes, seeming to be a little sad.

She held Jiang Chen's hand.

The white, tender and smooth hand slipped into Jiang Chen's palm like a little fish.

Jiang Chen looked at Ye Rou.

She said seriously: "Husband, you have to trust my medical skills."

This was the third time Ye Rou called him husband.

Only this time, Jiang Chen was not very happy to hear it. Ye Rou was too serious about this matter and was full of expectations. Jiang Chen didn't want to disappoint her, but he didn't want to give in for the child.

For this reason, he could not bear it even once a week.

"Why do you want a child?" Jiang Chen asked her.

Ye Rou spread his arms and snuggled into his arms. She found a comfortable position and lay down with her head resting on his arms. She said, "I need to think about your question carefully before I can answer you."

In her previous life, she was an obstetrician and gynecologist, and the most important thing she did every day was to take care of pregnant women.

The process of a woman's pregnancy is also a process of deprivation of herself.

From then on, the focus of their lives and families shifted towards this child.

No one sees this more clearly than Ye Rou.

The process of giving birth is also very painful, from the various physical discomforts in the early pregnancy, to the inconveniences in life in the second pregnancy, to the fear and anxiety of surgery in the late pregnancy, so that when you arrive at the operating room for delivery, you have to open your belly and take out the baby.

This process can cost a woman half her life, or even her entire life.

But giving birth to a child does not mean the end, but the beginning of another bad journey.

After pregnancy, the mother has to take care of the child and recover her body. If the father is not responsible during this process, it will be a disaster for the pregnant woman.

This is true both physically and mentally.

Ye Rou turned over from Jiang Chen's arms, raised her head slightly and looked at Jiang Chen, answering while thinking, her tone and voice were exceptionally slow.

"Because of you, Jiang Chen."

Because I believe in you, I believe you can take good care of me, I believe your love will not shift because of my change in identity, and I believe you will shoulder your responsibilities as a father and take good care of me and the child.

Ye Rou did not say these words. She was too shy. She could not bring herself to say a deeper confession.

She stretched out her hand and drew a heart on Jiang Chen's chest.

The fingertips are cold, but the love they draw is exceptionally hot.

Jiang Chen held her hand and pressed it against his heart.

In an instant, he understood what Ye Rou meant.

Because of love, we want to have children, because of trust, we want to have children.

Ye Rou wants a child, but what about him?

Why doesn't he want children?

Jiang Chen kissed Ye Rou's fingertips and fell silent.

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The next morning, Ye Rou was going to the Liang family.

She was inexplicably nervous.

Specifically, she didn't know which clothes to wear.

Jiang Chen crossed his long legs and watched his wife change her clothes.

I changed sixteen sets of clothes in an hour.

In his opinion, every set looked good, but his wife was never satisfied.

"No, this activity is not convenient." Ye Rou rejected the tight cotton skirt on her body.

Jiang Chen: "..."

It's not like we're going to fight.

It’s enough to look good, but you also have to consider whether it’s convenient for the activity.

"This color is too bright." Ye Rou Psaa took off another piece.

Ye Rou has a lot of clothes.

The left and right wing rooms were connected and filled with large wardrobes. Jiang Chen had only one wardrobe, and the remaining eleven wardrobes were all filled with Ye Rou's clothes.

There were clothes that Ye Rou made on a whim, clothes made for her by her aunt and Grandma Leng, and clothes bought for her by other elders in the family.

Various styles and designs, filled to the brim.

I have so many clothes, but I still feel like they are not enough.

Ye Rou was tired of picking, she threw herself on the sofa and said dejectedly: "Why don't we go another day?"

"Okay." Jiang Chen didn't object. He leaned over and kissed his wife on the lips and said, "Take you to the movies?"

Ye Rou was really moved.

But if she wanted to know the truth about Zheng Lili's trafficking, she had to go to the Liang family.

Ye Rou held Jiang Chen's face and kissed him back perfunctorily, "I have some serious business to do at the Liang family, stop making trouble."

The older woman pushed her clingy little husband away and continued looking for clothes.

Jiang Chen sighed in disappointment.

"What is this?" Ye Rou turned over her clothes and found a square gift box at the bottom.

She picked it up and shook it; it was very light.

Ye Rou opened the box and her eyes lit up.

The box contained a cheongsam with a buttoned collar. Unlike the traditional straight cheongsam, this cheongsam had a fishtail skirt, pleated waist, a little hollow above the chest, made of silk, and a zipper at the back, which was very similar to the new Chinese cheongsam style of later generations.

What’s even more amazing is the color of this cheongsam; the smoky gray color makes the skin look brighter.

Ye Rou couldn't wait to pick up the cheongsam and put it on. Halfway through putting it on, she was stunned because the zipper of the dress was at the back.

She managed to pull it up halfway, but it got stuck at her shoulder blades.

"Jiang Chen."

The changing room is a space separated by a curtain, with a full-length mirror inside, making it convenient for Ye Rou to change clothes.

Ye Rou was facing the mirror with her back to the curtain.

A large, wheat-colored hand with distinct joints opened the curtain, and then an extremely tall man walked in.

As soon as Jiang Chen came in, the space behind the curtain became crowded.

He raised his eyes and looked at Ye Rou in the mirror, and an invisible sense of oppression spread.

Ye Rou was inexplicably nervous. She whispered, "Zipper."

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes.

Ye Rou is very fair, and the smoky gray color makes her skin look even whiter, and her shoulder blades are slightly stretched like wings, outlining beautiful lines.

"Jiang Chen." Ye Rou could see Jiang Chen's actions through the mirror. He kept staring at her back, and her heartbeat gradually quickened. She urged him.

Under Ye Rou's gaze, Jiang Chen's Adam's apple rolled and he leaned forward.

"Jiang Chen!"

Numerous kisses fell on her back, burning and scorching, making Ye Rou's face flush. Her legs went weak and she almost fell down. Jiang Chen held her waist with his big hands.

When Ye Rou came out from behind the curtain again, a blush spread across her face.

Jiang Chen walked a step behind her and glanced at the full-length mirror before walking away.

In front of the mirror, my wife seems to be more sensitive and her reactions are more interesting.