Mr. Li, my wife doesn’t want to remarry and secretly gives birth to a baby.

Before Xu Miaomiao could speak, Song Qingyi's voice rang again, "Hey - I saw you, my car is behind you."

The next second, the whistle sounded. Luo Yubai and the drunk Xu Miaomiao turned around to see Song Qingyi driving his father's red flag, stopped the car, turned on the double flash, and got out of the car.

"Hey, isn't this brother Dongzan?" Song Qingyi looked at the boy who was helping Xu Miaomiao get his bag, "Why are you here too? Why is Xu Miaomiao so drunk?"

Just as Luo Yubai was about to explain for the first time that he was not Li Dongzan, Xu Miaomiao suddenly hugged Luo Yubai's neck and patted his shoulder protectively.

"His name is Luo Yu Bai. He is unique in the world, Luo Yu Bai! If you call him by the wrong name again, I will beat you to death!"

Then Xu Miaomiao fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes. Luo Yu quickly hugged Xu Miaomiao's waist with white eyes.

Luo Yubai stared at Xu Miaomiao's face, and there was a ripple in his heart.

Song Qingyi smiled helplessly and shook his head, "Both of them are love interests. Forget it, I'm going to Dragon City alone. Boy, take good care of Xu Miaomiao."

Luo Yubai hugged Xu Miaomiao's waist tightly, "Oh."

…………

Yongzhou City.

Jiang Mingyang's child, who had been following his mother on a bumpy journey, had been suffering from diarrhea for the past few days. Jiang Tong took him to a nearby hospital. The doctor gave Jiang Mingyang a pediatric injection and some random medicines.

It is said that the child frequently changes the environment and is a little acclimated. In addition, the food he has eaten recently is too greasy and he usually eats less fried and fried foods. The child is too young and his spleen and stomach cannot digest so many things, so he mainly eats light foods.

"Yes, I understand."

Jiang Tong felt guilty that her child was always moving around with her, so it was up to him to eat whatever he wanted. He ate a lot of fried and fast food these days, and drank a lot of Coke.

He held Jiang Mingyang's hand and told him that he couldn't eat fried chicken, cola or anything these days.

"Mom, then I can't eat any meat."

"I bought pig's trotters and can cut them into small pieces for you to eat."

"Okay..." Jiang Mingyang ate porridge, and then a small piece of pig's trotters. Jiang Tong didn't let him eat too much, and cooked carrots for him. The little guy refused to eat the carrots, which were not delicious.

"Be obedient and eat well these days. I will take you on a trip next week."

"Really?" Jiang Mingyang raised his head, dubious, "Will you take me to see Tiananmen Square?"

Jiang Tong laughed because he didn't see Tiananmen when he went to Beijing last time, and he had been thinking about this little guy.

"Well, I've already planned the route. We'll go to Xi'an first to see the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, and then we'll go to Beijing to see Tiananmen Square."

"Okay!" The little guy clapped his hands, "Mom, are we done traveling and have to go back to Nandi?"

"Do you want to go back?" Jiang Tong asked the little guy.

"I'm afraid that my aunt will be cruel to you when I go back, but I also want to...Mr. Lizi." Finally, the little guy said those three words [Mr. Lizi] in a very low voice and aggrievedly.

Jiang Tong didn't hear the last sentence, only the previous one, "Auntie will be cruel to you."

In the days without Ning Jian'an, life was so peaceful, warm, and relaxing. There was no need to worry about whether you had done something wrong and you would be denied or taught a lesson.

Even the children don't have to be afraid to speak or be cautious.

Jiang Tong touched the child's face and said, "We are not going back, you don't have to worry."

After Jiang Mingyang was put to sleep, Jiang Tong went to a nearby shopping mall to buy ingredients for cooking. She didn't know how to cook. She usually couldn't cook anything but porridge, but now that Jiang Mingyang had diarrhea, she had to learn to cook. I just had to cook. I bought potatoes, tomatoes, yams, soft and glutinous taro paste...those that are easy for children to digest and absorb.

the next morning.

When Jiang Mingyang woke up, Jiang Tong took off his apron and told him to eat.

Millet porridge, baby thumb corn, scrambled eggs with tomatoes that were a little mushy, and ugly-looking yam slices were already cooked on the table.

"Son, it's time to eat." Jiang Tong asked him to wash up.

After the little guy quickly washed up, he helped set the dishes and chopsticks, "Mom, did you make all of this?"

"Yes. I made it." Jiang Tong raised his eyebrows proudly and rolled up his sleeves for him, "Let's have a taste."

Jiang Mingyang took one mouthful, two mouthfuls, and the third mouthful was a little hard to swallow. He frowned and said pitifully, "Mom, I can't eat anymore."

Jiang Tong asked, "Isn't it delicious?"

She took a bite and frowned. It was tasteless, neither delicious nor unpleasant.

However, this was the morning when she forced herself to get up at five in the morning,

According to the recipe I bought, I started with the simplest scrambled eggs with tomatoes. It took me more than three hours to finish this unpleasant breakfast.

As a child, she has a sensitive sense of taste and is also sensitive to the taste of food. She can understand.

"I know it's not very delicious. No matter how hard I try, it will taste better next time. Please take a few more bites."

"Yeah." The little guy frowned and took two more bites of tasteless egg cubes.

The figure of Li Jingchen appeared in Jiang Tong's mind. Li Jingchen had cooked before. Even if he made simple vegetables, the little one was willing to eat them. It was still a matter of cooking skills! The same dish, some people make it delicious, and some people make it unpalatable.

She couldn't call Li Jingchen to ask him the secret of delicious cooking, she still had to rely on herself.

Put away the dishes and leave Jiang Shenyang to stay at home alone for a while, she wanted to go out.

"Mom, wherever you are going, take me with you!"

"I'll be back soon." Otherwise, it would be inconvenient for her to take Jiang Mingyang with her.

"Hmph...you're not taking me with you." The little guy crossed his hands and put his hands on his hips.

Jiang Tong comforted him that she would be back soon, "When I come back, I will bring you an egg tart."

"Can it be grape jam?" The little guy's voice suddenly changed.

Jiang Tong chuckled and said, "Okay, you should be good."

"As ordered!"

Jiang Tong went out. She was going to a nearby hospital for a prenatal check-up. It happened that the calcium tablets for Jiang Mingyang at home were no longer available, so she bought some together and made an appointment for the afternoon.

I went to Yongzhou Central Hospital, studied gynecology, and had a B-ultrasound prenatal check-up. Jiang Tong was currently one and a half months pregnant, and her belly was not visible yet. She looked like she had never given birth.

The doctor who wrote the order looked up at Jiang Tong, then lowered his head and asked, "First baby, second baby?"

"Second child."

"Looking at how young you are, you are expecting your second child so soon. Your husband didn't come to the hospital with you?"

"He's busy with work." Jiang Tong understated.

"The overall indicators are okay, there is no problem. The HCG and progesterone values ​​are on the low side. Remember to rest more, stay in a good mood, and pay attention to protein supplements. You are a bit anemic, so ask your husband to give you more supplements."

"I know, thank you doctor."

The doctor gave Jiang Tong a few more instructions. After Jiang Tong put the examination report into his bag, he left the hospital. His cell phone rang several times and it was Jiang Mingyang calling.

"Mom, remember to buy me egg tarts and come back soon."

With a milky voice, Jiang Tong said yes.

She didn't forget it, so she went to the dessert shop on Huiquan Street to buy egg tarts for Jiang Mingyang. The egg tarts at this store had many flavors, including grape jam and crushed Oreos. Jiang Tong bought two.

A black Maybach passed by on the road behind Jiang Tong. Li Jingchen read the contracts along the way, rubbed his tired temples, turned his head slightly, thinking about looking into the distance to soothe his eyes, and inadvertently glanced out the window.

A familiar silhouette came into his eyes.

He suddenly sat upright, leaning against the back of his chair just a moment ago.