Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 305 Pressing the Doll

pregnant!

pregnant……

Pregnant!pregnant!up!

Miss Jiang was stunned, with an unbelievable expression on her face, "You, are you kidding me? Just to keep me from eating ice cream?"

Feng Beiting lowered his eyes, "Have you had your period?"

Jiang Yimian shook his head.

"Do you know what month it is?"

She was stunned for a moment before replying, "...It's May, May."

"Yeah." Feng Beiting nodded in satisfaction, "I haven't had a period for more than two months, what is it if it's not pregnancy?"

"That……"

"The test results are here."

As he spoke, he took out the test sheet from the bedside cabinet and handed it to Jiang Yimian.

When receiving the test sheet, Jiang Yimian saw that her fingertips were trembling.

actually...

So pregnant!

Seeing her froze on the bed for a long time without any response, Feng Beiting thought she was worried that she would not be able to conceive at this time, and was about to say something to comfort her, when she suddenly looked up at him with frighteningly bright eyes.

"Feng Beiting, I'm going to be a mother!"

"……Um."

It doesn't feel like you're overly worried.

"You're going to be a father!"

"I know."

"Quick, quick, quick, hurry up and get it for me..."

Feng Beiting raised his eyebrows, and said that he knew that he was pregnant and wanted to eat ice cream, so she continued, "Bring me some food, I will eat more to replenish my strength and strengthen my immunity."

Feng Beiting was stunned for a moment, and then he lowered his eyes and laughed.

Concern is chaos.

He almost forgot how strong his family Mian Mian is.

If it were someone else, they might cry and worry that their body would not be able to provide enough nutrition for their children, and they would also be afraid that if they were infected with the flu, it would affect their children. In short, there are a lot of these things. collapsed.

As for Jiang Yimian, she also has the worries that others have, but she won't exaggerate them too much.

She is rational and knows what she should do in this situation is the best for herself and her family.

The first step is to eat!

Make up enough nutrition to ensure that children will not be malnourished and their immune system can also be improved.

Fortunately, Jiang Yimian usually has a good foundation and looks thin, but all the indicators of his body are up to standard.

If she hadn't been too tired at this stage recently, she wouldn't faint from exhaustion.

"Sucking", "sipping" the fish soup, Jiang Yimian suddenly turned his face to avoid the spoon that Feng Beiting handed to his lips, "Wait a minute."

"Is it too hot?" He asked and blew on her again.

"No."

She fell back like a loach, her whole body shrank into the quilt, only her little head was exposed outside, "I think it's a bit hot to drink this fish soup, you can bring me another quilt to press Come on, I’m lying in bed and you feed me, maybe I’ll start sweating later.”

"it is good."

Feng Beiting put down the bowl and got up, before walking out of the bedroom, he looked back at Jiang Yimian uncertainly.

Seeing her snuggled up under the blanket, he walked out with his mobile phone.

The screen was on, and above it was the monitoring screen of the bedroom.

Jiang Yimian saw it, and slowly frowned.

The look of Feng Beiting before leaving the door just now made her feel very sore, as if he would disappear if he didn't take care of her at the first glance.

Ugh……

She seemed to provoke him again unintentionally.

Feng Beiting quickly returned with the quilt, and covered Jiang Yimian's body with another layer. From a distance, it was almost impossible to see that there was someone lying on the bed, and she was completely submerged.

After finishing a bowl of fish soup, thin beads of sweat appeared on her nose.

He took her temperature again, and it was 36°3, which has returned to normal.

Feng Beiting raised his hand and stroked her nose with his slender fingertips, "I'm sweating."

"I sweat more."

After finishing speaking, she suddenly realized that what she said was a bit intriguing, but Feng Beiting acted as if he hadn't heard it, and his expression remained unchanged.

That bright face seemed to say "I am a decent person, I will never think wildly".

Brushing away the sweat-soaked hair on her cheeks, Feng Beiting turned off the headlights, leaving only a weak wall lamp next to the bedside table, "Are you sleepy? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Not sleepy, just tired." Still sweating profusely, not feeling well.

But the temperature just dropped, and she didn't dare to take a bath.

Feng Beiting lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed. Jiang Yimian couldn't help leaning against him because of the coolness on his body which was different from the one in the quilt. She stretched out a pair of small paws and hugged him tightly, but what she said was not the same , "You'd better go to sleep in the next room, it's hot here."

"Really?" Feng Beiting poked her hand holding him, with a half-smile.

"Hey, I'm just being polite to you.

I know you won't leave. "

Feng Beiting laughed silently, and put his hands on her lower back to help her gently press, "Will this make it more comfortable?"

Miss Jiang pressed his hand, "Will you press it?
No, don’t press randomly, there are acupuncture points everywhere, I’m so precious now, if you accidentally press the doll in my stomach, it’s gone. "

Feng Beiting: "..."

How can he be so tiger!

Pushing her hand away, he continued to massage her, put his other arm around her, and patted her on the back lightly, "If you're sleepy, go to sleep."

"...um." The voice suddenly drifted away.

So Miss Jiang fell asleep in a daze after she had just finished her meal.

but--

In the middle of the night she had a high fever again.

Feng Beiting didn't sleep all night, so he sat upright by the bed and watched over her until dawn.

At around seven o'clock in the morning, Feng Dongshi called.

The test results are out.

"Say." Feng Beiting's voice did not have any ups and downs, but it was this calmness that showed his nervousness.

Feng Dongshi heard it.

He was too tense.

"Common cold." Throwing down four words concisely, Feng Dongshi simply hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone coming from the receiver, Feng Beiting let go of his hands, and the phone fell onto the soft bed. He also fell to the edge of the bed, and slid to the floor as if he lost all strength.

He sat on the ground with his knees bent, lowered his head and buried his face in his arms.

Mianmian, luckily you are alright...

When Jiang Yimian woke up in a daze, she didn't see where Feng Beiting was at first, but she lifted herself up slightly and saw his figure, she couldn't help being surprised, "You, why are you sitting on the ground?!"

Hearing her voice suddenly, Feng Beiting wiped his face, got up and sat on the side of the bed, "...it's okay, are you hungry, I'll cook for you."

Jiang Yimian looked at him and didn't answer.

His eyes are red like a bunny.

She guessed that he must have cried, so she didn't ask directly, but got up from the bed hugging the quilt, and said, "It's not like this disease can't be cured...you can make me some delicious food, If I take good care of my body, I might be fine...you, don't worry so much..."

She thought he was scared.

She saw the mobile phone next to the bed, and wondered if it was Feng Dongshi who told him the test results.

Opening her mouth, she wanted to say something more, but was suddenly hugged by Feng Beiting, "It's just a common cold, don't think about it."

"Really, really?" Why is she so unbelievable.

"Well, if you don't believe me, call Feng Dongshi yourself."

"Then why are you crying?"

She had thought that Feng Beiting would avoid talking about it, but he buried his face in her neck and said in a muffled voice, "... tears of excitement."

"puff--"

Jiang Yimian was amused by his words, a sparkle flashed in the corner of his eyes.

*
Although it was a common cold, Jiang Yimian's illness was violent, and the illness came and went. The temperature would drop on the first day, and then come back again the next day. It took about four or five days before he completely recovered.

Although she was sick, she should eat and drink, and did not treat herself badly.

Feng Beiting, on the other hand, lost a lot of weight in just a few days, his jaw line became more pronounced, and his whole body showed a bit of sharpness.

This day Jiang Yimian sat on the sofa and looked at him, this heartache.

Just when I wanted to hug him to express my surging feelings, the phone rang suddenly.

It was a video sent by Yuan Qiong from abroad.

Since the domestic flu situation has been brought under control, they have "connected to the Internet".

Yin Wu saw that there were still faint strangle marks on her face, although she felt distressed, she found something else, "Xiao Mian... have you gained weight..."

The face seems to be round, and there seems to be a little more flesh coming out of the stomach.

"Is it a matter of angle?"

"...Ah, it should be."

Jiang Yimian faltered, and just wanted to change the topic, the doctor from Feng's family brought a nutritious meal, but fortunately, he said, "Miss Jiang, this is an anti-pregnancy medicinal meal, try it to see if it suits your taste .”

"Shh-"

She wanted to stop him, but she was one step too late.

Yin Wu's voice suddenly raised, "An, An An?!"

Her voice had the shadow of Yan Mei, and everyone on the other side heard the yelling, and rushed to the screen of the mobile phone like a swarm, and Jiang Yimian was stunned.

(End of this chapter)