Although the holiday is a happy thing, once the time is long, it will inevitably be very boring. After lying at home for more than a week, Song Qiyue couldn't stay free and just wanted to go out. One day in the afternoon when she was free, she took He Sangsang to the company.
When Dongsheng stepped in, he was betrayed. Qi Jian had long received news that she had arrived.
So President Mo, who was still in the meeting just now, suspended the meeting and went to the office to visit the pregnant woman.
Song Qiyue sat there, very innocent.
Mo Zhengyan asked, "What are you doing in the company?"
"I'm so bored, I want to go to work." Song Qiyue said.
Mo Zhengyan sternly said, "This is not good."
"But I'm really boring." Song Qiyue was there in extremely painful recounting of her difficult days, "You don't know how empty, lonely, and lonely your daily life is. When you wake up every day, you can eat and sleep, except sleep Just eat!"
He sighed, walked over, hugged her on his legs, and gently hugged her and said, "There are so many computer laptops in the company, which are radiation, which is not good for the baby. You should bear with me during these days and wait. It's fine after that."
He persuaded softly, and then said, "Do you know how bad radiation is for babies? I will find some pictures for you on the Internet to see..."
"I didn't watch it!" Song Qiyue could describe how terrifying the pictures were just by thinking, she didn't want to witness it at all.
"If you really feel bored, you can go for a walk." Mo Zhengyan patted her and said.
Song Qiyue obediently nodded.
It's just that after another three days, this scene continued.
The wife of the general manager, who was too boring during pregnancy, came to the company again to make a fuss about going to work, and was again suppressed by Mr. Mo.
Mo Zhengyan said, "Qi Jian, think of a way to find something for her."
"..." Qi Jian thought this was a very difficult thing, because he really couldn't think of it.
After racking his brains for a day, Qi Jian said to Song Qiyue, "Madam, if you are really bored, why not embroider."
"Embroidery?" Song Qiyue really found it interesting, she immediately said, "Okay, let's buy some materials for embroidery."
Qi Jian had prepared it early in the morning. I was afraid she would need it, so all the cross stitches were moved to the room, "Madam, cross stitch is not difficult. If you have drawings, just follow the embroidery."
Song Qiyue invested in this, nodded repeatedly, and began to unpack it.
He Sangsang went downstairs to prepare afternoon tea. Qi Jian also went downstairs to go to the company. He Sangsang asked, "Where do you know this."
"The female clerk in the company said it." Qi Jian answered truthfully.
He Sangsang glanced at him, "You didn't talk to women before, but now you have a good relationship."
"Mr. Mo ordered it." The honest person didn't hear the strangeness at all, and replied dumbly.
In the room upstairs, Song Qiyue was still working on the cross stitch.
Once there was something new, it really succeeded in attracting her attention. In the next few days, Song Qiyue was obsessed with the cross stitch. He Sangsang also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this idea was not bad.
"In July, eat some fruit before embroidering."
"Yes."
"July, drink some water."
"Yes."
"In July, your eyes won't be sour?"
"Yes."
In this way, it was a certain man who was finally annoyed, who was staring at the cross stitch and grabbed the things in her hand and threw it aside, "Only one hour a day is allowed to embroider! No! Half a time hour!"
"Tyrant!" Song Qiyue roared.
But when Mo Zhengyan was about to go to bed one day, he found a needle dropped from the quilt and almost stabbed him, he shouted, "Song Qiyue! You are not allowed to embroider anymore!"
At this point, the cross stitch disappeared from Song Qiyue's life.
The woman spread her hand and did not resist, "I don't want to play anymore, it is too difficult to embroider, it is not suitable for me."
After only a few days of effort, another melee ended.
It's just that a certain expectant pregnant woman feels bored again and begins to cycle.
"Sangsang." Mo Zhengyan shouted again, "Qi Jian's method is too bad, you think she is not boring."
"Yes, President Mo." He Sangsang took the order.
Although he took his life, it is actually very difficult to solve. Jiangcheng is no more than Gangcheng, it is just a small city, such as art museums and so on. However, He Sangsang thought that he could find a teacher and let Song Qi I go to learn piano and painting every afternoon every day.
When Song Qiyue listened to learning piano and painting, he was also interested, so let's learn piano.
But what musical instrument do you want to learn?
Song Qiyue was hesitating, He Sangsang said, "Piano, violin, everything is fine."
There are many choices, but Song Qiyue chose an erhu and bought an erhu to go home. Mo Zhengyan also just returned from get off work. When he saw her carrying the instrument home, he asked, "Violin?"
The piano case looks a bit like it.
Song Qiyue shook her head, "It's not."
She opened the piano box and put an erhu in front of everyone to admire, "I bought the new one and I also applied for the erhu class."
"Why did you choose Erhu?" Mo Zhengyan was purely curious.
He Sangsang is speechless. The piano is classical and the violin is elegant. That should be a good choice, but she chose the Erhu instead. As for the selection process, He Sangsang was speechless.
Song Qiyue came to him and said with great interest, "Today I went out with Sangsang and I met an old man on the road. He is good at playing erhulas. It sounds very nice!"
"The young lady gave him all his wallet." He Sangsang said.
Mo Zhengyan understood. It seems that he is an old erhu begging on the street. This aesthetic...
"I think Erhu is very broad, profound, and beautiful." Song Qiyue has fallen into a dream.
The Erhu course also began immediately. Song Qiyue will report on the progress every day when Mo Zhengyan comes back.
"Zheng Yan, the teacher taught fingering today."
"Zheng Yan, start practicing simple fingering music."
"Zheng Yan, come and listen."
"Squeak--" Mo Zhengyan smiled with the harsh sound, and she looked at him expectantly, "How is it?"
"Very artistic," he whispered.
But when the magic sound kept sounding and tortured him for a week, Mo Zhengyan couldn't stand it again, "July, the noise is bad for the baby, so don't practice the piano."
"Mo Zhengyan, do you look down on my artistic talent!" Song Qiyue said angrily.
The erhu was confiscated the next day, and Song Qiyue never saw it again. She was really angry now. In order to show her artistic talent, she decided to learn to paint. The simple sketching class was quite quiet Tao Yi sentimental, and Mo Zhengyan also expressed satisfaction.
For the next month, everything was fine.
One afternoon, seeing that there was nothing to be busy with, Mo Zhengyan went to pick up Song Qiyue. He came to the classroom, but he saw the young man sitting next to her with a shy look. Looking at her, there was still a trace of admiration in his eyes, which made him fix his eyes.
"Boom." He knocked on the door and made everyone in the classroom look back.
"My wife, it's late, can I leave?" He looked at Song Qiyue and asked directly.
Song Qiyue didn't notice, but smiled and packed up his things and bid farewell to his classmates, while the young boy there blushed.
After getting in the car, Mo Zhengyan said, "Don't go to paint tomorrow."
"Why?" Song Qiyue asked.
"Recently, the company developed a project to go to the countryside. You and I will move to the countryside." Mo Zhengyan said.
When he went to the countryside, he went to the countryside, and Song Qiyue had no objection, so he packed his luggage happily, and then said goodbye to the painting teacher and went to the countryside.
Qi Jian asked, "Mr. Mo, didn't you say that you are not allowed to tell Madam Young?"
Mo Zhengyan came without warning, "A woman becomes stupid as soon as she becomes pregnant."
When Jiangcheng went to the countryside, Song Qiyue was arranged to live in a small town village. It was a small house with a beautiful front yard and backyard. Song Qiyue fell in love with it at first sight. She was the one who planted some flowers and grass. Love. She began to discuss with He Sangsang again, thinking that she could drastically change the overall appearance of the small bungalow.
During the day, Mo Zhengyan and Qi Jian went to work, and the two women were busy organizing the garden.
Song Qiyue has the ability to meet with the seven aunts and eight aunts in the entire village within two days. It is even more common for the neighbors to visit. Especially Aunt Zhang, who is next door, has become good neighbors. Aunt Zhang didn't have much to do on weekdays, so Song Qiyue begged her to teach herself cooking.
This surprised He Sangsang.
As soon as she went to buy vegetables, she saw He Sangsang's expression that the sky was falling down, and she couldn't help raising her eyebrows, "Sangsang, you can't believe in my craftsmanship."
Where did He Sangsang dare to tell the truth, he could only shake his head.
Of course, the most painful person is a certain Mr. Mo.
He has completely become the experimental mouse.
After experimenting for such a long time, Song Qiyue was also thinking about changing the method and tossing. In the end, He Sangsang surrendered first. After Qi Jian, even the only remaining white mouse waved the white flag.
"Whoever asks her to go to the kitchen, I will ask you to settle the account!" Mr. Mo let go.
So everyone in this house is guarded by day and night to prevent Song Qiyue from going to the kitchen again.
In the past few days, Song Qiyue has no strength to toss.
In the fifth month of pregnancy, Song Qiyue finally realized the pain. The belly is getting bigger every day, and she feels especially nauseous and nauseous. This was what I had just eaten, but it took a long time to throw up all of it. She was sent to the hospital for examination. The same doctor said, “Didn’t you tell the two of you. Every pregnant woman has different physiques so the symptoms are different. Take a good rest at home and eat as much as possible.”
"You have to eat if you vomit. Even if you vomit, you still have to eat. It's better to eat than not to eat." The doctor gave this sentence.
This completely broke Song Qiyue.
Mo Zhengyan looked anxiously around, and all kinds of thoughts were useless. In the end, she only blamed the source for the joy of jumping in the village a few days ago, and she could only hold her frowning face and said, "Look at you running around!"
"Never run around again." Song Qiyue has run out of strength.
"From today on, you will stay at home and you are not allowed to go anywhere!" He said viciously, but his big hand gently stroked her bulging abdomen.
After that, from the twenty-first week of pregnancy, to the next day, Song Qiyue was tossed by the baby in his stomach and almost collapsed. She could not sleep well during the day and sleep well at night, and she lost a lot of weight. But his belly bulged sharply, like a big ball.
Her temper has also become very irritable, especially when facing Mo Zhengyan, it is simply the explosion of a Halley's comet hitting the earth.
Therefore, in this bungalow, you can often hear the hostess's anger and the male host's whispered echo.
In the middle of the night, the hostess got up and went to the kitchen in the middle of the night, and that gradually became a matter of course.
Ever since, in the daytime, those subordinate staff could see the cold expression of Mo Zongqing's face. The assistant Qi Tezhe next to him has already greeted everyone, don't ask the reason, it's just because Mrs. Mo is too difficult to serve.
He Sangsang sometimes sighed for President Mo, leaning in front of Song Qiyue and said, "Madam, President Mo is usually very busy. If you want to eat anything in the future, please get up with us at night."
Song Qiyue is walking with her waist, she feels better standing now than lying down, because her legs are always cramping, she walks back and forth, not having a good mood, "Why do you let you cook? You take care of me during the day. Tired enough."
In fact, Song Qiyue didn't feel sorry for him, but he couldn't control it, but in his heart, he thought to himself that he still had to let him rest.
One night, Song Qiyue is rare, don't eat supper.
The man beside him stood up, "Would you like to eat?"
"Don't eat."
"why do not you eat?"
"I'm not hungry."
"Why aren't you hungry?"
"Just not hungry."
"How is this possible? How can you not be hungry?" The man looked incredulous, as if she couldn't get through the night if she didn't eat.
After Song Qiyue repeatedly stated that she really didn't need supper but it was useless, she finally yelled, "Go cook me noodles!"
As soon as the man heard it, he immediately went to the kitchen.
Later, when He Sangsang was about to sigh for President Mo again, Song Qiyue said directly, "If I don't tell him, he won't be able to sleep at night."
...
Time is fast, day after day, month after month.
From the summer of this year to the winter of this year.
In the winter, it was December. In the middle of the night, the light of that small house suddenly turned on, and everything went hurriedly. The man hugged the woman downstairs and rushed to the hospital again. The woman yelled for pain, grabbed the man’s clothes violently, and muttered, “Isn’t it said that you were pregnant in October... Is it... It's only nine months..."
In the night at Jiangcheng Hospital, it has been early in the morning. Outside the delivery room, in a corridor far away, the people waiting are all coming to welcome the child who is about to be born.
In that corner, a man and a woman were accompanied, and the helpers in the family also brought them, but the host was fidgeting.
"Giving birth!" A nurse came to announce the good news. The host was happy with everyone, and then heard that he was not his own, and continued to wait.
Another nurse came to announce the good news, and the male host was disappointed again.
After going around like this, the sky was bright, and the hostess turned out to be the last woman to be pushed out of the delivery room that day.
Just as the last dawn was approaching, the baby was born.
The mother and son were safe and transferred to the ward to rest. The host carefully picked up the baby and put it next to the hostess. The hostess looked at it and cried, "Why is it so ugly."
The hostess glanced at him and said, "You are also born to be ugly."
Of course, these were all the helpers of the family told the villagers later, and everyone laughed.
Years later, the helper of that house said that the host and hostess might have to leave, and they were probably going back to their city.
But then he didn't leave. I heard that the male host didn't want to leave.