Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 306

The doctor felt that he had caused trouble, so he ran away silently, leaving Jiang Yimian alone to deal with the big family on the phone screen.

Yuan Qiong and the others were still asking questions, chattering in confusion.

"Mian, are you pregnant?!"

"real or fake?"

"Do you feel unwell? Is there any pregnancy reaction?"

"...No, don't worry." She originally wanted to hide it again, but she didn't expect to collapse at the beginning.

Yan Mei frowned, "Is it because you are not pregnant or because you have no pregnancy reaction?"

"There was no pregnancy reaction.

I myself just found out that I was pregnant two days ago, and I want to be stable before I tell you. "

"Where's Bei Ting, why isn't he by your side?"

"He...he went to take a shower..." Miss Jiang scratched her head guiltily.

Seeing this, the person on the other end of the phone instantly lost his mind.

During this time period, why not take a bath without noon or noon?

unless--

Thinking of something very quickly, Yuan Qiong couldn't help but blushed, but she still said to her daughter in disapproval, "You are messing around! The first three months are especially important. You have dabbled in some medicine anyway, why don't you even do this?" Know!"

After a pause, she turned her face slightly, and said unnaturally, "Xiao Mian's mother told you that she must be separated from Bei Ting at night, and she can no longer be self-willed like a child."

"...Mom, have you misunderstood something?"

"what?"

"Okay, let me tell the truth." Jiang Yimian spread her hands helplessly, "I just accidentally vomited on him and stained his clothes, so he just went to deal with it."

There is no coding screen as they thought.

There is no need for her to ask for anything. Feng Beiting knows more than her, and he is even careful when hugging her. How could he torment her at this time just to satisfy himself!
Usually he is enough to spoil her, but now he is so used to her.

As soon as Jiang Yimian said this, Yuan Qiong and the others changed their focus in an instant, "I vomited?! How did you vomit properly?"

"Didn't you just say that there is no pregnancy reaction?"

"Are you tired before?"

"Did you go to the hospital to see a doctor?"

It was another round of question bombing.

Jiang Yimian only felt "buzzing" in his ears, and even his head began to swell and ache.

Just at this time, Feng Beiting came out of the bedroom after taking a shower, took the bowl on the coffee table and sat behind Jiang Yimian, followed her line of sight to see a lot of people on the screen of her mobile phone.

Hearing their conversation, he replied, "I've seen a doctor, and all the indicators of Mianmian's body are up to standard, and there is no obvious pregnancy reaction.

It's just that she accidentally choked on it just now, so she coughed twice and vomited. "

"...Bei, Beiting, why have you lost so much weight?!"

Jiang Nuo lay on the front of the phone, and said innocently, "All the flesh on my little uncle's body has grown on my little aunt's body."

This was originally a child's joke, but he didn't know that there was some truth in it.

Although the pregnant women of other people's families are raised fat and white when they are pregnant, I have never seen those who serve pregnant women become so thin.

So while caring about Jiang Yimian, Yuan Qiong couldn't help seeing Feng Beiting like this.

Thinking of her daughter's usual waywardness and playfulness, she said worriedly, "Xiao Mian, Mom knows that your pregnancy is hard, but you can't take this opportunity to bully Bei Ting.

After a while we will leave for the country, and when we go back, there will be me and my auntie, and we will take care of you. "

"Eh...don't..."

"how?"

"Don't be in a hurry to come back." Jiang Yimian quickly dispelled their thoughts, "Although the flu is under control now, the supervision of each transportation hub is still very strict, you must be quarantined first when you come back, so wait a little longer .”

The quarantine they received when they entered the country must be stricter, and she would have to worry about them in turn.

Yuan Qiong also understood this truth, but her daughter was pregnant for the first time, so she was inevitably a little nervous.

"Dad, Mom, don't worry, Feng Beiting has taken good care of me."

"I see it."

The little face is pink and white, and the dimples are quite deep.

"You can't blindly supplement, you have to exercise properly."

In the following time, the daughter-in-law of the Jiang family shared her pregnancy experience with Jiang Yimian respectively, but the memory was not very deep after many years.

On the contrary, Lin Qian, a ready-made pregnant woman, said many constructive words.

After hanging up the video, the medicinal food was almost dry, and Feng Beiting fed Jiang Yimian spoonful after spoonful.

While wiping her mouth with a piece of paper, she suddenly remembered something, "Feng Beiting, do we have to think about naming our child now?"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly stopped.

After a moment of silence, he said again, "By the way...do you want the baby to be named Feng..."

Feng Beiting was slightly taken aback, and said indifferently, "The surname Jiang is fine."

He's fine.

Anyway, he's already married into their family, so there's nothing wrong with the child taking her surname.

Miss Jiang had black lines on her face, "...that's not what I meant."

After all, Feng Xun is not his biological father.

At first they thought his name was Ji Han, but suddenly he got involved with Mrs. Wen. Whether Ji Xin was Feng Beiting's biological father would only be known after they met Mrs. Wen.

But the flu broke out when there was some clue about this matter before, not to mention that Feng Beiting's "recognition of relatives" was delayed, even the thorough investigation by the police station had to be temporarily suspended.

Understanding what Jiang Yimian meant, Feng Beiting's expression remained unchanged, he held her ankle and put it on his lap to gently massage her, and said, "It's too troublesome to check, so my surname is Jiang."

"...Okay." As expected of a boss, he is really willful.

"However, I don't know if it's a man or a woman. Why don't we wait?"

"It's hard to stop you?" Jiang Yimian raised his eyebrows, "If you want to know, there is always a way, right?"

She even suspected that the doctor in Feng's family knew about it, but he didn't say anything.

Feng Beiting shook his head slightly, "It's better not to know in advance, the surprise will be like scratching a prize on the day of birth."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Really, this character with a clear brain circuit will never fail.

"If it's a girl, it's called Jiang Si."

Hearing this, the corners of Jiang Yimian's mouth twitched slightly, "What if it's a man?"

"Hmm..." Fourth Young Master Feng pondered for a while, and then worked again, "Jiang Nansi."

"..."

Pulling the pillow next to her, Jiang Yimian smirked, "Come on, look at the things in my hand and say it again, what would be the boy's name?"

"...Let me think about it, I was sloppy just now."

Then Miss Jiang sat back on the sofa again.

Having nothing to do, she chatted with Feng Beiting again, "Why don't we make a bet and see if I'm pregnant with a boy or a girl?"

"Well, you go first."

"I think it's a son, because I like sour food."

Fourth Young Master Feng nodded in agreement, "I think so too."

"...Then I think it's a daughter?"

"That makes sense, too."

"..."

Go to sleep.

*
Feng Beiting said that waiting for Jiang Yimian to enter the delivery room before drawing the lottery was nothing more than talk, and the young couple had indeed never specifically asked about the gender of the child.

After almost half a month, Yuan Qiong and the others finally came back from abroad. They don't need to go to a specific isolation place, they just need to observe at home.

Jiang Yimian and Feng Beiting also moved back to Feng's house.

They only went back in the morning, and they came to the door in Fengxun in the afternoon. The way they looked at Jiang Yimian was like looking at a golden egg.

He already knew that she was pregnant, but Feng Beiting took strict precautions, so he couldn't come to see her.

Now, taking advantage of the presence of Jiang's family, he thought that Feng Beiting was too embarrassed to tear himself apart with him, so he boldly came to the door, "Oh, how many months? When did you give birth?"

"Just three months old, and the due date is at the end of the year."

"Did you name it?"

Thinking back to the fancy name Feng Beiting gave two days ago, Jiang Yimian just smiled and didn't speak.

Jiang Mo and the others knew from the first guess that Feng Beiting had too much brains, so they couldn't help but snicker beside him.

but--

After a few days, they suddenly realized something was wrong.

Feng Beiting was very attached to Jiang Yimian.

Or it should not be said to be "sticky", but the kind that takes care of, never leaves, and never misses when eating or sleeping.

Gradually, even Jiang Zhuo, who was busy all day and didn't spend much time at home, realized the problem.

So one day, after dinner, Yuan Qiong went to Jiang Yimian's room to talk to her about it.

If this had changed in normal times, Feng Beiting would have avoided it with a wink, but this time he sat by the side and accompanied him until Yuan Qiong asked him to go, and he walked out of the bedroom with a few steps.

It felt like Yuan Qiong was Jiang Yimian's stepmother.

(End of this chapter)