Imperial President's Ugly Wife

Day after day, more than nine months blinked away from people's fingernails. Looking back, no one noticed that nine months had passed. Dora's stomach grew up day by day. Nine months later, it was as round as a ball and looked very bloated. Looking at her big belly, Dora lay in bed and touched her stomach. Her mood was particularly complex. About a week later, her child was about to be born. Thinking that the child was about to be born, Dora was both happy and afraid of production.

Listen to LAN Qiqi, it's very painful to have a child. When she gave birth to blue star, she almost lost half her life, but fortunately, LAN Qiqi survived.

"Child, when Mommy gives birth to you, you must be good and don't bother Mommy." Dora stroked her round belly and talked to herself.

However, when she finished speaking, the baby in her stomach seemed to be singing against herself. With a bang, Baochao in her stomach had diarrhea and kicked excitedly.

"Ouch." The baby's kick was not light. Dora frowned in pain.

"The baby kicked you again?" Mu Zicong came out of the bath and saw Dora shouting with her stomach covered.

"This is the third time I've been kicked. The child is so active." Dora's face turned pale with pain.

"Good boy, don't let your mommy suffer and sleep well." Mu Zicong went to the bed, touched Dora's big stomach with his big palm and advised the active baby. Dora has suffered a lot in recent months. First, she vomited constantly during pregnancy, spitting out all her bile. Near birth, the little guy fell in love with kicking Dora's stomach, but mu Zicong and Dora were miserable enough.

However, the child seemed very excited. He didn't listen to Mu Zicong and Dora at all. He said and kicked Dora again.

"My God... He kicked me again..." Dora turned white again and held the sheet tightly.

"Little bastard, don't kick your mommy again. Be careful that Daddy spanks you." Dora was choked by the child. Seeing Dora affected, mu Zicong felt distressed for a while.

"Oh, no, it's getting more and more painful..." I don't know what's going on. The severe pain in the stomach is more violent than usual. Dora's forehead is still sweating.

"Will it be born?" Watching Dora roll in bed in pain, mu Zicong thought whether it was going to have a rhythm.

"It seems so." This was her first child. Dora had no experience and was not sure whether she was going to have a baby. She just felt a tummy stirring a sharp pain.

"Wife, let's go to the hospital." With that, mu Zicong took Dora out of bed and went downstairs to the garage. "Wife, you can bear it first and get to the hospital soon."

Fortunately, he asked the doctor about the expected date of delivery, booked the hospital ward in advance, and brought the things prepared for production. Mu Zicong drove Dora all the way to the hospital.

Ten minutes' drive, I soon arrived at the hospital and called a doctor. Dora really wanted to give birth in advance!

"Mu Shao, don't worry first. It will hurt to have children. Don't worry too much about grandma mu." Dora, who was crying and shouting, was pushed into the delivery room by several nurses. The door of the delivery room was tightly closed. Mu Zicong was anxious and worried at the door.

"Mu Shao, sit and wait slowly. There won't be any danger of having a baby." Mu's nanny, who followed mu Zicong along, couldn't help persuading him when she saw mu Zicong uneasy at the door.

"Let me be quiet." Mu Zicong shook his head and walked around the door alone. After more than an hour of delivery, mu Zicong seemed to have walked for a year. At one moment, the door of the delivery room opened and a nurse came out with a baby. Mu Zicong ended his inner suffering.

"Congratulations to Mu Shao. Grandma Mu gave birth to a son." The nurse took the baby to Mu Zicong.

"How's my wife?" Mu Zicong glanced at his son and was still worried about Dora.

"Grandma Mu is fine. She is resting." The nurse gave an explanation and then took the baby to the nursery.

"Thank God." Seeing Dora push out of the delivery room, mu Zicong was relieved that his mother and son were safe.

"Wife, does your stomach still hurt?" Then he pushed the bed back to the ward and watched Dora wet her hair with sweat. It was difficult for mu Zicong to calm down.

Dora shook her head. Mu Zicong asked her if it hurt. At the moment, Dora only thought about her child. "It doesn't hurt anymore. Is our child okay?"

"He's fine. Our son is healthy. He smiled at me just now. He's in the nursery now." Mu Zicong wiped the sweat on Dora's forehead.

"That's good." Dora was relieved that the child was healthy.

"Sleep for a while, rest for a few days, and we'll go home and have a month." Looking at the weak Dora, mu Zicong couldn't bear to quarrel with her again, so he stayed with her in front of the bed.

As time went by, mu Zicong asked for leave. How many days Dora stayed in the hospital, mu Zicong stayed in the hospital.

It was not until a week later that Dora could be discharged from the hospital that mu Zicong took Dora and her children back to Mu's house.

"Baby, call Mommy." Along the way, Dora teased the child in her arms. She didn't know how happy she was.

"If you call Mommy, you should also call Daddy." Mu Zicong reached out and pinched his son's chubby little face.

"Take away your hand and be careful to pinch someone else." Seeing mu Zicong pinch his son, dorag was dissatisfied and couldn't help turning mu Zicong.

"Wife, I'm very light. I'm his own father and can't lay a heavy hand." Dora especially defends her son. Mu Zicong feels wronged for a while. He just touches his son's face, and his wife is dissatisfied. She turns her eyes beyond her own. Mu Zicong especially eats. He has a feeling of self guilt. Now Dora is focused on her son. His husband's status has declined rapidly. In Dora's heart, her son is the first and her husband stands aside.

"Never mind you. In short, you can't bully my son." Dora took her son to the living room and continued to tease the baby in her arms.

"Wife, he is also my son." Mu Zicong's grievance is half his son's credit, okay?

"Don't make a noise. My son is hungry. I want to feed." Dora ignored mu Zicong and ran to the sofa with her son. "Son, don't cry, are you hungry? Mommy, I'll feed you. "

Dora reached out to unbutton her coat and fed milk to her son. Mu Zicong looked at the picture of Dora getting along with her son in a particularly harmonious way and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Dora had ignored him for several months for her son. After his son was born, he would continue to be ignored. Mu Zicong looked at the picture and thought that in the future, the days of being ignored by the old woman will continue!

He said, it's best to have a daughter. Having a son is equal to having a little enemy.