Chongxi little husband

At first, the dialect thought it was because I was hungry and didn't care much, and in fact it was just a little pain, just like when my sons "exercise", so they sat in a good mood and waited for soup to eat.

Tonight's pork ribs mushroom soup, which contains several kinds of fresh mushrooms, was picked by the servants who went to inspect the silkworm oak tree today, and asked Mrs. Du to cook the soup.

Mushroom dialects also like to eat, so when Du Juan put down the soup bowl tonight, he couldn't wait to scoop it up and eat it, scaring Du Juan and Uncle Fu.Zhang Ji glanced at him, motioned the two of them to leave it alone and let him do it himself.

The dialect caught a shiitake mushroom and blew it off, bit it off, and ate it with eyebrows and eyes, "You don't have to treat me like a doll or a cripple, help me with everything, I have hands and feet, put a rice bowl of soup I can come by myself. Well, leave everything alone, we can come by ourselves, you are tired all day, go back to eat."

Uncle Du Juan looked at each other in dismay, Zhang Ji put a few pieces of middle row in the dialect bowl, the meaning was obvious - you can't just eat mushrooms and not meat, "You just do what Yaner says."

Fu Bo Du Juan hurriedly saluted and retreated.

Dialect was biting the ribs, seeing that Zhang Ji was only focused on picking up food for himself, so when Zhang Ji came over to pick up food again, he quickly covered the bowl with his hand, raised his eyebrows and said inarticulately: "You eat by yourself, I will ask for it after I finish eating these." .”

Zhang Ji stared at it for a few seconds, retracted his chopsticks, and ate slowly by himself. Then Fang Yan frowned again with a smile, and continued to gnaw on the ribs happily.Zhang Ji was helpless, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help rising. He felt that his appetite was quite good, and the food tonight was very delicious.

Zhang Jibian focused most of his attention on the dialect when he was eating, as long as he saw that the food in his bowl was about to be finished, he would pick it up in time.So when dialect just frowned, he immediately put down his chopsticks.

"Why, what's wrong?"

Dialect originally wanted to comfort him by saying that he must have eaten in a hurry, which is why his stomach hurts a little, but he just raised the corners of his mouth to laugh, and the sudden pain in his stomach made him smile halfway, and subconsciously hugged his stomach, but Take a breath.

Zhang Ji was so frightened that he knocked over the bowls and chopsticks and couldn't even care about it. He quickly turned sideways and put his arms around his shoulders to support him, and picked up the chopsticks in his hand with the other. Stomach hurts again?"

The pain seemed to be over, Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, unconsciously relaxed his tense body, leaned against Zhang Ji tiredly, raised his head, there was already thin sweat on his forehead, and his face was a little pale, Zhang Ji could see My heart aches to death, wishing I could replace him.

Putting his big hand on his abdomen, feeling that the sons were still moving slowly under the abdomen, he couldn't help frowning, the back of his head was resting on his shoulder in dialect, looking up from the bottom, he stretched out his hand to press the center of his brow, and said with a smile : "Don't wrinkle, like a little old man, I don't like getting old soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly wrinkled himself, even his face was almost wrinkled, and big drops of sweat fell down.Zhang Ji's hand never left his stomach, and he could clearly feel the sudden violent movement under his abdomen. This touch, this feeling was different from his interactions with his sons in the past, and his expression changed drastically.

No longer caring about other things, Zhang Ji's right hand directly left his abdomen and went down, passed through his knees, picked him up with force, sent him directly to the bed, and yelled loudly at the same time.

"Come on! Go and invite Mo Langzhong."

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside, some came towards this side, some went away. "Master, is it Zhengjun?" Uncle Fu's question soon came.

"Well, you go and tell them to make preparations quickly."

"Yes."

Fang Yan also realized this, and while the pain was buffering, he said intermittently: "I seem to be about to give birth."

Zhang Ji experienced the last time. Although he was still flustered, he was a little calmer than last time. He touched my dialect hand with one hand and wiped his sweat with the other. There was imperceptible panic in his quiet voice, "I know, don't be afraid." , I will always be here with you."

"Yeah." Dialect agreed with his mouth, but his eyes couldn't control the panic.Although he had already been mentally prepared, when the real thing came, he found that all the construction he had done before was useless.

Unable to control it, the blood-red blood of that night appeared again, dyeing the skirt crimson, dripping all the way...

The sharp blood claws grabbed the baby, the donated blood flowed down the white and tender skin, and swallowed it in a big mouth...

"Brother Ji!" Fang Yan grasped Zhang Ji's hand suddenly, his pupils shrank in fright.

"I'm here." Zhang Ji hurriedly reassured, "It's okay, Yan'er, the doctor will be here soon, I'll let him have a look later, Mrs. Wen has already gone to call, you'll be fine, don't think about it."

Dialect closed his eyes and nodded indiscriminately, but the panic in his heart still lingered.He still remembered what the doctor said a few days ago, and even Cui'e's child died because of the lack of months... "Step-brother, child... will the child be okay?"

Zhang Ji has no idea, but he can't panic at this moment, otherwise it will only increase the panic in the dialect, "It's okay, it's okay! They have been with you for so long, why are they willing to leave you and us? You and the children will be fine. of."

Zhang Ji put on a straight face on purpose, and said: "They actually make you work so hard, come out as soon as you want to come out, and still make you so troublesome, I will give them a good spanking when they come out."

"Pfft—hiss..."

Fang Yan just laughed, but because he accidentally pulled his stomach, the child probably couldn't wait to come out and see the world, and he made trouble again at this time, which made him hiss in pain, and his face turned pale again instantly One point made Zhang Ji feel distressed.

"Yan'er..." Feeling at a loss, he couldn't help shouting angrily outside, "Has anyone arrived yet? Why hasn't he arrived for so long? Uncle Fu, call some more people."

"Yes, master!" Uncle Fu outside hurriedly agreed, scolding those people for their incompetence, turned around and planned to go there himself.

It just so happened that there was a sudden noise outside the courtyard door, and then Mo Langzhong's figure appeared at the door, and Uncle Fu rushed up at a brisk pace, dragged the people and ran into the room, the speed was not like that of his age.

"I'm sorry, Mo Langzhong, Zheng Jun seems to have activated it, please hurry up."

Mo Langzhong was also quite helpless. If he wanted to give birth, it would be better to find a stable wife. But since he agreed to live here before, just in case something unexpected happened during the birth of the dialect, they could feel at ease with him.So he didn't say anything and tried to keep up with Forbe's footsteps.In fact, not to mention that the Zhang family was worried, even he was a little worried about the dialect.

After all, there have been twins in the past, and what he didn't finish talking about at that time was--it is more prone to accidents when pregnant than others, let alone giving birth, the danger is much higher and more difficult.

That's why he agreed to Zhang Ji's request.I didn't say everything at the time just to prevent them from worrying more.

It's just that I didn't expect to raise it for less than half a month, and it started again.Thinking in his heart, he didn't stop on his feet, and as Uncle Fu entered the room directly, he saw Zhang Ji talking in a low voice in a non-stop manner.

"Master, Mr. Mo is here." Uncle Fu whispered a few steps away.

Zhang Ji turned his head, his eyes lit up, "Come and show Yan'er Mo Langzhong, his stomach hurts badly, is he about to give birth?"

Neither he nor the dialect has forgotten about the child's lack of months.

Mo Langzhong nodded, and hurried over to check the dialect's pulse, but he quickly let go, without loosening his brows, and nodded, "See if this situation is about to give birth, let's find a stable woman, we can't delay."

"I have already sent someone to call for it." Uncle Fu interrupted, "Doctor, do you see if Zheng Jun needs some soup and medicine? What should I do if I run out of strength later."

"That's right, Yan'er only took a few mouthfuls, and he didn't have time to eat. You go, I'll let them prepare."

Mo Langzhong looked at the dialect, then looked at the table in the middle of the room, and frowned, "It's better to eat something. Before it's so powerful, go and heat up some easy-to-eat food for you Zhengjun."

"Okay." Fu Bo hurried out in response.

At this time, my aunt Zhang Xiulian and grandma Zhang Luoshi also arrived. They didn't wait outside but came in directly, and started to chase Zhang Ji as soon as they came in.

"Why are you still here? Hurry up, get out." Zhang Luoshi didn't show that he loved his grandson, so he waved at Zhang Jizhi, "Have you asked someone to boil the water?"

Zhang Xiulian said in a better tone, "Step-er, you'd better go out and wait outside, I'm here with your grandma, go out quickly."

Zhang Jiyu didn't let go of the dialect's hand, nor did he move.

Grandma patted him to signal him to get out of the way, and then she was about to take off Dialect's pants. Zhang Ji all asked in unison, "Grandma?"

Zhang Xiulian couldn't help laughing, "Silly boy, don't take off your pants, you want Brother Yan to give birth in pants? Okay, let's go out first."

Mo Langzhong was about to leave, so he couldn't help persuading him, "Master Zhang, let's go out with this old man."

Zhang Ji looked at the dialect, and then at the three of them, "I really can't stay here? But I said I would stay with Yan'er until he gave birth to a child."

Dialect also looked at his aunt and grandma beggingly. With Zhang Ji here, he would not be so afraid.

Facing the pleading eyes of the young couple, Zhang Xiulian and her mother-in-law looked at each other. Zhang Luoshi was about to refuse. There is no husband who is present when his wife or husband gives birth. This is against the rules.

But Zhang Xiulian rushed to agree in front of her mother-in-law, "Mother, since the step-son loves brother Yan, and brother Yan is the first child, or a rare twin, it is inevitable to be afraid. With step-child by my side, brother Yan My son can also relax a bit, so that he won't be too scared and suffer even more when he is born."

Mo Langzhong also nodded, and Zhang Luoshi also nodded in agreement after thinking about it for a while.She went up to touch Fang Yan's belly, nodded to Zhang Xiulian and said, "It looks like it's about to give birth, but it shouldn't be so soon, Step-Er, has Brother Yan eaten before?"

"No, I just drank a bowl of soup, and it started hurting before I had time to eat. I asked Fu Bo to ask them to cook it just now."

"Well, that's good. Brother Yan, don't be afraid, eat something first, and don't use too much force later, when Mrs. Wen comes, you just need to do what she says, you know?"

"Ah."

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