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Chapter One Hundred and Twelve:
Yan Qingchi feels that he is really one of the top two recently. Jiang Mochen's tension with him has increased eight times since the incident with Yuan Mingxu and Zhou Qiang. Everywhere, remember to ask the driver to follow, and in a pretentious name, he will drive for him, but Yan Qingchi can see the muscles on the opponent's body, and he knows where the driver is, this is clearly a bodyguard!
What can Yan Qingchi do? Listening to Jiang Mochen's cautious wording, Yan Qingchi wanted to revise a sentence eight times before saying it, so he could only nod his head and say, okay, okay, okay, the driver is the driver, as long as you are happy.
Immediately afterwards, he received a call from his mother, saying that he wanted to come and see him, and Yan Qingchi naturally did not refuse. However, Yan's mother didn't just take a look at him, she took care of Yan Qingchi for three whole days. While telling him that eating this is good for the child, at the same time telling him, you can't touch these things, sleep more, and surf the Internet less, and then pinched Yan Qingchi's net.
Yan Qingchi: ... Girls are not as delicate as I am when they are pregnant, right
As soon as the Yan mother left here, the mother of the Jiang family rushed over after hearing the news, and she plausibly said, "Xiao Chi, everyone here is a mother, you can't just let your mother go and not let me go, then Your family should feel that our family does not value you."
Yan Qingchi said in his heart that he would not, our family thinks your family is very good, but he just said it in his heart, and asked her with a smile on his face, "When will you come, mom?"
Mother Jiang came after hanging up the phone, asked him about his recent situation, and asked the driver to bring in a lot of supplements for Yan Qingchi, whether they were given by others or bought by himself.
After the driver carried it, Yan Qingchi looked at the bird's nest, abalone and ginseng in front of him, feeling ominous.
Sure enough, in the next second, Jiang's mother's words verified his thoughts, "Xiaochi, this bird's nest was given to me by someone else. They are all well-chosen, very nourishing, and good for the baby. You should eat more."
Yan Qingchi nodded.
"I heard from my friend that his son's daughter-in-law ate abalone in the early stages of pregnancy, and the baby she gave birth to is smart and cute. I bought some for you, but you can't eat too much of this. You can eat according to the list I will give you later. what."
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Yan Qingchi continued to nod.
"Ginseng is also a good thing. My friend is a doctor. She said that pregnant women who eat ginseng in the early stage of pregnancy can improve their immunity and prevent colds. The weather is so dry recently, and it doesn't rain or snow. If you catch a cold, don't worry. You can’t take medicine, let’s take some ginseng in advance to prevent it.”
Yan Qingchi said in his heart, I think my physique is not bad, I shouldn't catch a cold so easily, but he can only nod mechanically.
Jiang's mother just introduced the other things she brought with her. Yan Qingchi listened around and felt that Jiang's mother should be very popular, and she has a lot of friends. Every friend recommends something to her. It was arranged clearly.
That night, when Jiang Mochen came home, he saw his mother making soup and cooking, and his daughter-in-law was listening to music in the bedroom with her eyes closed.
Jiang Mochen was a little surprised by this, his mother was busy with her career when she was young, and thought how women in the new century could be restrained by the stove, so she basically didn't cook much. Later, when his sister took over the company, his mother felt that at her age, both her face and her hands needed maintenance, and there was an aunt who cooked at home, so she couldn't cook.
At this moment, they actually cooked food for Yan Qingchi at their house, Jiang Mochen felt that this was really strange.
"I haven't seen my mother cook for many years, and this time I really got your credit." Jiang Mochen was deeply moved by the melodious piano music. "By the way, why do you listen to piano music?"
Yan Qingchi turned to look at him, with a calm face and a helpless tone, "Mom said this is called prenatal education, which cultivates a child's love for music in advance and stimulates his musical potential." @无限好文，全在
Jiang Mochen was amused by his obviously helpless but resigned to fate, lifted the quilt and sat in, put his arms around his waist, and asked him, "Can you play the piano?"
"Yes." Yan Qingchi nodded.
His adoptive mother likes to play the piano very much, so there is a special piano room at home, but she likes it, but she doesn't play it very well. Every time she lamented this point, the young Yan Qingchi would retort, "No, mom plays very well."
She smiled at Yan Qingchi gently, rubbed his head and said with a smile, "Just as Xiaochi likes it."
Yan Qingchi wanted to get close to her, so he asked her to teach him the piano. He was talented, and after studying for a few years, he was able to play the piano much better than his adoptive mother. His adoptive mother was very happy because of this, and felt that he had failed What he did, his son did it, and it was a wish fulfilled.
But now, all of this is in the past.
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Yan Qingchi didn't stay in memory for long, he has always been a rational and forward-looking person - those past days are gone, no matter how much he misses them, he can't go back. Therefore, instead of being sad in the memory, it is better to cherish the present. After all, he is also very happy now.
Jiang Mochen was a little frustrated that he seemed to be able to do anything, and refused to admit defeat, saying, "I will too."
"Then you should be better than me, I just play casually."
Jiang Mochen looked at him, "So, what do you not know?"
"Isn't this known to the whole country?"
"what?"
"Sing." Yan Qingchi said helplessly, "Since participating in "Let's Fight! Friends!", my attributes have been completely exposed, haven't I?"
Jiang Mochen almost forgot his devilish rhythm. When he said this, he remembered when the two of them sang love songs duet. In fact, he still thought it was a little cute that Yan Qingchi didn't know how to sing. After all, he would There are already enough of him, and this kind of small flaw will make him appear more real.
Jiang Mochen teased him, "Tell me, what if the baby inherits your characteristics?"
"Can't you think of something better for him? For example, he inherited my intelligence and wit, and my handsomeness, so why does he have to inherit my singing? I don't choose so many advantages, so I must choose this?" Dear father, Yan Qingchi is dissatisfied.
Jiang Mochen smiled, "Okay, let me inherit your cleverness, handsomeness, decathlon, this is the head office."
"It's almost the same, alas," Yan Qingchi was a little worried, "This child won't really inherit my singing."
Jiang Mochen couldn't help laughing out loud, "Baby, you are really cute like this."
Yan Qingchi squinted at him, "Darling, you are really a bit disgusting like this."
"Occasional numbness, like seasoning, is a necessity of life."
Yan Qingchi felt that he was quite eloquent, so he smiled and did not refute.
"How are you today? Are you feeling unwell?" Jiang Mochen asked him.
Yan Qingchi glanced outside the door, "Our mother is here, how can I feel uncomfortable, I feel like Prince Pea now, pampered, pampered, You..." Yan Qingchi couldn't think of the beginning of You The idiom has almost the same meaning, so he turned his head to look at Jiang Mochen, "You..."
Jiang Mochen never thought of it, how could he start idiom solitaire while chatting? Excellent... Indecisive? Youzai Youzai? Survival of the fittest? Jiang Mochen thought for a while, and suddenly Fu came from his heart, and reached out to touch Yan Qingchi's stomach, "Good birth and good education!"
Yan Qingchi: "...you won."
Jiang Mochen smiled, couldn't help touching it twice, Yan Qingchi was speechless, "How old is he, what can you touch?"
"Then can you feel him?"
"To be honest, I don't feel anything." Yan Qingchi said calmly.
"Qing Chi, have you ever thought about whether you want a boy or a girl?"
Yan Qingchi felt that this was simply too embarrassing for him. From the point of view of parents' desire to have complete children, of course he hoped to be a girl, and to make up a "good" word, but from the point of view of two men raising children, he was rational. I think a boy would be more suitable. The tension between sensibility and rationality has always been an over-the-top question, so Yan Qingchi thought for a while and answered seriously, "I want a Nezha."
Jiang Mochen: "???"
Yan Qingchi looked at him, plausibly saying, "Is Nezha not good? He can ascend to the sky, and he can fight dragons in the sea. His martial arts are strong, he is sensible and cute, and he is still a lotus root. He has no gender. If you like boys, he will be a boy. If you like girls, he will be a boy. You can treat him like a girl too, can't you?"
"Then you will be pregnant for three years?" Jiang Mochen couldn't bear it.
Yan Qingchi is quite open-minded, "Anyway, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant for one year, and I'm pregnant for three years. I was pregnant with him for three years, and he was three years old when he came out. It just happened to be the cutest period for children, so it's worth it." gone."
Jiang Mochen: ...
"What do you think?" Yan Qingchi asked him.
Jiang Mochen felt a little tired, where could he find Nezha to stuff Yan Qingchi's stomach? He is now giving Yan Qingchi a meatball, three years later, can he get a meatball
Jiang Mochen patted his daughter-in-law's hand, "Wake up, it's time to eat, Nezha is probably gone, if you give birth to a girl in the future, it's okay to tie Nezha's head."
Yan Qingchi sighed, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and continued her daily life as a pregnant woman in a fat house.
Jiang's mother stayed for five days before reluctantly leaving. Before leaving, she told Yan Qingchi to call herself if there was anything, and told Jiang Mochen to take good care of Yan Qingchi. Jiang Mochen nodded repeatedly, and Yan Qingchi fully agreed.
Qiqi was at the door, obediently waving at her, "Goodbye, grandma."
Listening to his soft childish voice, Jiang's mother didn't want to leave, but she was worried that she would make Yan Qingchi feel uncomfortable if she stayed here for too long, so she bent down and let Qiqi kiss her, but she couldn't bear it anymore. She kissed him once, and reluctantly left.
Seeing his mother gone, Jiang Mochen was finally relieved. He stayed at home with Yan Qingchi for a few days and deeply felt that the life of Prince Pea was really not easy. Think about whether it will affect the baby.
He looked at Yan Qingchi, "Either I tell my mother not to come here in the future, it's too restrictive, I know how you feel when I usually take care of you."
Yan Qingchi laughed when he heard the words, and patted him on the shoulder, "You're fine, you only care about my activities, and don't care about my eating, drinking and having fun."
"Yes, I take care of your activities, and my mother and your mother take care of your eating, drinking and having fun. Your life is indeed a bit pitiful."
Yan Qingchi laughed loudly, "If my mother and your mother heard this, it should be said that we are ignorant, and we don't know the blessings when we are in the blessing."
"So, why don't you let them come? I don't think it's normal for people to have children, and there are not so many taboos. Why don't you just give birth to the children?"
"Am I an ordinary person conceiving a child?" Yan Qingchi asked him, "Using my mother's words, can you find another example of a man's pregnancy? You have to be careful."
Jiang Mochen sighed deeply, "Then I can only wrong you."
"I'm actually fine." Yan Qingchi said: "Although I feel that you are too nervous and you are a little strict in controlling me, you can also understand that it is all for my own good, otherwise why don't you care about others. So you Don't worry, if they like to come, let them come, if they feel so happy, you can make them happy. Anyway, it's for the good of me and my children, I will restrain myself, and it will be ok."
"You are really caring." Jiang Mochen said, and couldn't help kissing him, "I like you."
Yan Qingchi glanced at him, smiled, and said nothing.