If you don’t act well, you will go home and have a baby [Rebirth]

"Old Dreams in the Liyuan" has entered the production period, and Chen An got the meaning of Chu Ming's side, and did not receive any notice to Song Qinghan. After the banquet, Song Qinghan stayed at the Chu family's old man doing nothing In the house, the belly is not showing yet, but it was almost fattened up by Ji Ruyuan.

It's just that after the symptoms of morning sickness really appeared, Song Qinghan lost a lot of weight quickly, and his whole face turned pale.

I don't know if it was because of his physique, but his pregnancy reaction was more violent than that of ordinary pregnant women and he was caught off guard.

The nutritious porridge he just ate was spat out again. Seeing Song Qinghan leaning down and retching continuously, Chu Ming couldn't help frowning, and reached out to pat him on the back gently.

Song Qinghan's face lost a lot of weight in just a few days, and the little bit that Ji Ruyuan raised before quickly disappeared, and the cheekbones on both sides became a little more obvious.

I vomited until I even vomited out the acidic water in my stomach, and the extremely intense nausea slowly subsided.

Chu Ming poured him a mouthful of mouthwash, and handed it to his hand when he stood up.

Song Qinghan slowly stood up straight, reached out to take the cup of mouthwash, rinsed his mouth, and then put the cup down.

Chu Ming touched his face with some distress. The skin under his hands was still soft and smooth, but it was a little more skinny, and even his face was bloodless pale.

Song Qinghan subconsciously rubbed his head sideways on his hand, and saw his frowning expression, which was more uncomfortable than that of a person who was really suffering from morning sickness, couldn't help laughing: "I'm the one who vomited, why not?" You look worse than me... just smile."

He originally said this to comfort Big Dog Chu, but who knew that it made Big Dog Chu's expression even more sluggish.

Chu Ming stretched out his hand to gently rub his slightly protruding, soft belly, feeling the soft flesh under his hands loosen.

Song Qinghan's expression moved slightly, and the heavy feeling of swelling before seemed to be slowly dissipating in this gentle and warm rubbing.

Seeing that he was so comfortable that his eyes narrowed slightly, Chu Ming couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, and followed his words with a smile, and rubbed Song Qinghan's lower abdomen a little harder, to relieve the pain caused by pregnancy. The resulting weird discomfort has been rubbed away a lot.

After kneading until his stomach was warm, Chu Ming slowly stopped, looked at Song Qinghan's face that had lost a lot of weight, and came out of the bathroom with his arms around him: "Are you hungry? I'll call the kitchen and give it to you." Do you cook a bowl of porridge?"

Song Qinghan shook his head: "Don't bother the kitchen, I'm not hungry."

He obviously just vomited everything he ate, so how could he not be hungry?

Chu Ming looked at his chapped lips, and couldn't help but kissed them, with an indelible look of distress hidden between his brows: "Then I'll make you a glass of glucose later to replenish your energy."

"It's okay, Dr. Ran will be with me these few months, so you don't have to worry too much."

"En." Chu Ming replied heavily.

He couldn't empathize with Song Qinghan's experience of the physical discomfort and psychological changes during pregnancy. Every time he saw Song Qinghan's uncomfortable appearance, he wished he could bear it for Song Qinghan.

The more he learned about pregnancy reactions, the more worried he was about Song Qinghan's body.

His body was not so suitable for bearing children, and he didn't know how uncomfortable it would be in the next few days.

He covered Song Qinghan's slightly protruding belly with his hands, and half bent down, as if he was seriously talking to the embryo that had just developed: "Baby, be good, don't make trouble with Dad."

Seeing his serious appearance, Song Qinghan couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his fluffy head, smiled and shook his head and said, "You can tell him now, but he can't hear you either."

Chu Ming raised his head slightly to look at him, and the shadow of Song Qinghan when he lowered his head hit his face, outlining the light and dark sides of his face, showing a secret sex appeal.

Song Qinghan lowered his eyes slowly, couldn't help pinching his face, then stretched out his hand to gently pull him, and Chu Ming followed his strength to stand up straight.

Chu Ming went to pour him a glass of glucose water to supplement his sugar, but seeing Song Qinghan's thin face, he couldn't help frowning.

When Dr. Ran came over, the first thing he saw was President Chu's handsome face, which looked a bit bitter and bitter.

Seeing it, she almost thought that it was not Song Qinghan but Chu Ming who thought she was not feeling well during pregnancy.

She looked away uncomfortably, walked over to Song Qinghan, who was drinking sugar water, and said with a bitter expression: "Is the morning sickness still the same?"

Song Qinghan endured his nausea and drank the last sip of sugar water, and then took a sip of plain water to wash away the sweet taste in his mouth: "Yeah."

Dr. Ran looked at his thin face and knew that he probably couldn't eat well recently, but the morning sickness reaction depends entirely on the individual's physique. Song Qinghan happened to be the kind of body with a particularly strong morning sickness reaction, and there was nothing wrong with it except to get over it slowly. There is no other way.

She sighed helplessly, took the equipment that Song Qinghan usually checked from the assistant, and then checked Song Qinghan as usual.

"There's nothing wrong with the baby, but your body is a little malnourished. If morning sickness is not serious, you should try to eat as much as possible." Dr. Ran looked at the physical signs and said seriously.

Song Qinghan nodded: "I see, Dr. Ran."

"Then take good care of yourself. If there is anything wrong, just call me over." Dr. Ran told Song Qinghan several times before getting up and leaving.

Chu Ming kissed Song Qinghan's face: "I'll see off Dr. Ran."

Song Qinghan kissed him back, his brows and eyes softened: "Go."

Chu Ming got up and walked out step by step, turning his head three times. He waited until Song Qinghan became a little impatient, then reluctantly opened the door and walked out.

Song Qinghan watched him gently close the door, and shook his head amusedly.

The feeling of being pregnant is not good, not to mention the morning sickness reaction that made him not eat well and sleep well during this period of time, it is just the kind that can only be felt by himself, coming from the inside of the body, extremely strange, and with Weird physiological changes are enough to make people feel restless.

Changes are happening quietly, but this kind of change cannot be ignored.The muscles between his waist and abdomen have become soft, and the lower abdomen has even slightly bulged, and a small arc can be seen from the side.

When this change happened to his own body, the feeling it brought was strange and frightening.Song Qinghan has always accepted the difference in her body. When she was pregnant at the beginning, she also thought about whether to get rid of the child, but after she really kept the child, the feeling of anticipation combined with the unknown of pregnancy , complex and contradictory.

Song Qinghan stretched out his hand to touch his stomach, the originally flat stomach has become soft now, if he pressed it a little harder, he could still feel the soft feeling of being pushed up under the soft flesh.

He frowned, took another sip from the glass of boiled water, and at least suppressed the nausea that surged up again.

The morning sickness reaction lasted for a long time, until Song Qinghan's stomach began to bulge in a relatively rounded arc, the lingering nausea gradually faded away, and then his appetite increased greatly.

It’s just that I don’t know if it’s because of the influence of hormones. Pregnant women’s tastes change day by day. Yesterday I liked sweet food, but when I woke up early the next morning, I might like salty food. When I woke up tomorrow, I might like spicy food again. that's it.

Moreover, Song Qinghan's personality seems to have changed a little during this period. When eating food of various flavors, he not only eats it by himself, but also likes to eat it with Chu Dagou.

The sour plum that the pregnant woman ate, the boiled meat that was so spicy that he doubted his life, or the green vegetables that were so bland that he couldn’t taste it, the nougat that was so sweet... Song Qinghan ate it He ate whatever he wanted, and forcibly cultivated an iron stomach that was invulnerable to all poisons.

Chu Ming came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and saw Song Qinghan leaning on the bed, holding sour plums in his hand and putting them into his mouth one by one, his mouth sour reflexively, and then walked over resignedly.

Seeing him coming out, Song Qinghan raised his hand and stuffed him with a plum. Chu Ming put his mouth on the plum with a bitter face, but he didn't feel the sour taste before, but a faint sour taste. Sweet feeling.

Song Qinghan raised his head and looked at him with a smile: "How is it, is it delicious?"

Chu Ming bit into the sour-sweet plums and nodded, "It's delicious."

He glanced at the plate of plums that had been eaten by Song Qinghan for less than half, then reached out and took out the plate of plums, took out a few more pieces of paper, put them in his hand, and stretched them out in front of Song Qinghan: "Plums are cold in nature, You can't eat it after eating this."

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows slightly, spat out the plum cores in his mouth onto the tissue in his hand, pursed his lips lightly and said, "I only ate a few."

However, President Chu didn't listen to his appeal, and carried him from the bed to the bathroom indifferently, and stuffed the toothbrush filled with toothpaste into his hand.

Song Qinghan licked his lips, the sweet and sour taste of plums still remained on it.

I want to eat some more.

But he turned his head and glanced at Chu Ming, who was standing by the side, then lowered his head and washed himself silently.

After Song Qinghan finished washing, Chu Ming completely ignored his refusal gaze, and carried him back to the bed. Then he went to the bathroom and got half a basin of hot water, put Song Qinghan's somewhat swollen feet in, and held him in his arms. Sitting on the small bench in front of Song Qinghan, he lowered his head and expertly massaged the tense muscles of his feet.

The feet that were tense due to edema slowly relaxed under Chu Ming's movements, and the occasional tingling sensation due to muscle tangles also gradually subsided.

After Chu Ming dried his feet carefully and looked up, Song Qinghan was already half leaning on the head of the bed comfortably, his eyes were slowly closing and closing, as if he was about to fall asleep.

He took the basin of cold water and poured it out, washed his hands and came back, Song Qinghan had already got into the quilt by himself, and even spread out the quilt on the side where he was sleeping.

Chu Ming's heart softened, he walked over, took off his shoes and lay down on the bed, picked up the storybook on the bedside, lowered his head and continued to read in a slow and gentle voice.

His storytelling was hypnotic. Song Qinghan was already a little tired, but when he heard his voice telling stories, he became even more sleepy. Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand to hold his fingers, and slowly fell into a deep sleep.

As Song Qinghan's long and gentle breathing sounded in his ears, Chu Ming also gradually stopped telling the story, put the storybook back on the bedside table, then bent down and kissed Song Qinghan's eyebrows , carefully lifted the quilt and fell asleep, and then slowly hugged Song Qinghan into his arms.