He couldn't count how many times he called, but no one answered the call. Yan Nian finally lowered his arms in despair.
The pregnancy reaction came back again. Resisting the urge to vomit, Yan Nian put the phone in his pocket and hammered his chest hard to suppress the discomfort.
The flickering street lights made her delicate face look pale and anxious.
Now she is holding one in her arms and two more in her belly. She is carrying three lives on her back.
But missing you is like a lonely lamp, and you are bent on death in one moment.
The phone was in my pocket, cold, and I could no longer feel any warmth.
At this time, without Jiang Beiyuan, she could only rely on herself.
I was about to call 120 directly, when a golden light was reflected not far away and shot straight down...
The bright light made Yan Nian squint her eyes. It was not until the sound of the car's engine gradually stopped in her ears that she opened her eyes and saw clearly that there was a white truck in front of her.
The glass of the passenger seat rolled down, and it was the neighbor's aunt who was taking care of Jiang Qingchi today.
"Nian Nian, what's wrong with you two?"
"Dachi has a fever. I wanted to take a taxi to the hospital, but I couldn't." Yan Nian wiped the rain off his face and said.
"Oh, it's dark and it's raining. How can there be a car on the roadside? Come on up. I'm going to the city with my old man to deliver goods and take you there."
"Thank you, Aunt Wang."
Without further ado, a car finally arrived, and Yan Nian hurriedly hugged Jiang Qingchi and got into the car.
The passenger seat was narrow, but fortunately Yan Nian was thin, and the other aunt was not too fat, so the two of them squeezed in and could barely sit wide apart.
It was a rainy day and the minivan was not driving very fast. The inside of the car was very quiet. It was so quiet that Yan Nian could hear his son's breathing that became turbid due to fever.
"I'll give you back the three hundred yuan."
The aunt put the money Yan Nian gave her this afternoon directly into her jacket pocket.
"No, I've already given you the money—"
Yan Nian refused to accept it, but the other party kept pushing to give it to her.
"Take it, it costs money to take your child to the hospital!"
"I'm rich. You helped me take care of my children today, and now you're driving us. I don't think three hundred yuan is too little."
"Sigh... To tell you the truth, your partner has already given me several thousand dollars."
"What?"
"That's your very handsome husband. I saw him on the TV screen in the store before. He said something about getting you an empire to play with. At that time, I didn't expect that the wife he was talking about was you! We all said that Xue Yan would follow You are blessed!"
The aunt looked at Yan Nian with envy.
"On the morning when you came back, a very young man who said he was his secretary came to me and gave me several thousand dollars to help take care of you. He said that Xueyan was not able to survive now, and it would not be easy for you to take care of the child alone. , I’m afraid you won’t be able to take care of me.”
“…”
After listening quietly, Yan Nian then retracted his hand.
Her hair was soaked, and water dripped down her forehead and onto her legs.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, and half of her bright side face was shrouded in water. The rain and mist covered the disappointment in her eyes, replaced by a deliberate smile.
"My partner is a person who plans for a rainy day. He thinks about everything very carefully, more than I do, but you have to worry about it."
"Mom...Dad is obviously catching cats in the rain."
Jiang Qingchi, who was nestled in Yan Nian's arms, coughed twice, his face still red.
Yan Nian hugged his son tightly and told him to stop talking and have a good rest.
(End of chapter)