Sick beauty enemy is pregnant with my cub

Song Jing stood behind Qin Mo, wiping shampoo on her hands;

"Close your eyes. I'm very professional. I specially went to learn from the video. I'll let you enjoy it today."

Qin Mo closed his eyes and didn't answer his words. Song Jing began to use gentle techniques, rubbing the foam gently, and then slowly began to massage the acupuncture points as mentioned in the video. Although the acupuncture points may not be accurate, it is still good to press the scalp very comfortable;

"Is this strength okay?"

"Ah."

"Don't just um, give me some comments."

"You can't eat this bowl of rice."

Song Jing...

"In the future, children can't let you educate them, and encourage education that they don't understand."

"Are you a child? A giant baby."

Song Jing...is autistic.

After pressing it for a while, he took a mobile nozzle on one side and rinsed off the shampoo on his head. When he saw that there was a conditioner on the other side, he used it a little. Then he started to wash his hair. He is used to bowing his head Pushing his buttocks to wash, he bent down just now and could see the big belly with his eyes. Although he would hold Qin Mo into the bathtub in the past, after all, there was still foam in the bathtub and he couldn't see anything. Usually, he was separated by clothes, but Now at such a close distance, he actually saw a little inconspicuous lines on the side of the man's stomach, and the pictures he found on the Internet suddenly reappeared in his mind.

He straightened up suddenly, squatted down, looked at the man's face, and was not sure if he saw the side, Qin Mo lowered his head and met his eyes;

"what happened?"

Song Jing paused before making a sound;

"You seem to have a little stretch mark on the side of your stomach, but it's not too obvious."

Qin Mo lowered his head and took a look. He really didn't notice it before, but he still had some common sense. The lines were not obvious, but he still frowned slightly when he thought that he would always be on his body in the future;

"Actually, Zhou Hai prescribed some essential oils before, saying that it can relieve the itching of stretched skin, increase the elasticity of the skin and relieve stretch marks. I put it in the bag this time, and I will go back later. Give you a little paint, it's fine."

He was afraid that Qin Mo would feel uncomfortable after reading it. After all, he could accept giving birth to a child related to his own blood, but he might not accept leaving such a mark on his body forever.

Qin Mo closed his eyes for a moment, instinctively resisting that kind of thing, but in the end he didn't directly refuse. Song Jing helped him go out to the cubicle outside to get dressed. The public bathroom here is naturally minimalist. , there is one and only one hair dryer, it looks like a very old style, but it is a good hair dryer that can produce wind, Song Jing asked Qin Mo to sit down and help him dry his hair, and then went out of the bathroom with him, Qin Mo Mo was still wearing a cashmere coat as usual, and the wide skirt was not so obvious once he covered it.

After returning to the house, Song Jing immediately took out the blanket that was taken out of the box. They are a southern city, and the weather in December is basically the coldest time of the year. The house has heating, but most of the outside places are There is no heating, although the air conditioner can keep warm, but when the wind blows too dry, Qin Mo doesn't like it, so he brought a plush blanket, the kind that he can sleep in at night, but the space in the box is limited after all, The belt is not too thick, only one layer of velvet.

Song Jing made the bed, Qin Mo also changed into pajamas, and sat on the edge of the bed, tossing and tossing for so long, just took a hot bath, and now he is exhausted and weak;

"This blanket is thin, can you try it and feel a little more comfortable?"

Qin Mo was really a bit listless, so he lay down on his side, Song Jing took out a bottle of essential oil from the box after seeing him, and sat down beside his bed;

"Why don't you try it, lie down when you're tired, and I'll paint it for you."

The person on the bed didn't even open their eyes;

"Take it, and turn off the light."

This is going to bed, Song Jing looked at the time, it was indeed getting late, he probably still resisted this thing, forget it, wait until tomorrow to persuade him, he turned off the light, lay down on the bed next to him, There is really no difference between the mattress and the quilt. The feeling of lying down is the same as that of making a bed at home.

Although Qin Mo closed his eyes, he did not fall asleep. The bed was hard, and he turned over frequently. He was not feeling well, and the child in his stomach was making noises. Although he was very tired, he couldn't fall asleep at all.

The bed in this dormitory is the original bunk bed with an iron frame. When turning over, there will be a slight shaking sound on the bed, the pain in the waist becomes more and more painful, the muscles are stretched and stiff, and the legs also cramp after a while. Noisily, he groaned slightly, and Song Jing, who was also not asleep, turned over immediately, and saw that he seemed to want to press his legs by the light of the moon outside;

"Is your leg cramp? Don't worry, I'll rub it for you."

Song Jing sat directly on the edge of the bed, reaching out and rubbing his calf little by little. The severe throbbing pain made Qin Mo's forehead break out in cold sweat. The pain was so severe that he could only sit up with support, but there was no place for a backrest behind such an iron bed, so he could only support himself with his hands, his breathing became a bit rough, and the child kept moving .

How long did he last for such a movement, Song Jing sat at the head of the bed, and embraced him without hesitation;

"Is your waist uncomfortable? You can lean on me and I'll rub it for you."

I also know that he is not used to this bed when he sleeps on his waist, not to mention that this person is still carrying the weight of a child. Qin Mo is really uncomfortable, and he does not refuse. He loosens his body and leans against his body, feeling Seeing the strength of the hands around his waist, he made a sound a little fidgety;

"Didn't you have enough to eat?"

Knowing that he was not feeling well, Song Jing didn't care about it, instead she smiled;

"I'm really hungry. I ate early in the evening. It's been almost five hours now. Are you hungry?"

Although their current situation is "very miserable", Song Jing is still a little fortunate in his heart. In this dormitory with not so good conditions, he can take it for granted that Qin Mo can rely on him and take care of him personally. If it's at home, this person won't let him hug it.

Qin Mo was actually a little hungry. Song Jing lowered his head and saw the man's handsome profile, and had the urge to kiss him directly. However, it was inevitable that a murder would happen directly in the police station, so he still held back the dangerous thought. , I didn’t realize before that this person is actually quite childish when he’s not feeling well;

"I guess you're hungry too. At ten o'clock, would you like something to order? Didn't the little policeman just say that? Call him for anything, including ordering takeaway."

The person who closed his eyes and meditated lightly snorted;

"What are you doing here? Eating and drinking on vacation? Calm down."

Song Jing rubbed his hands along the man's spine little by little to relieve the stiffness of the muscles on both sides, and he was not happy to hear this;

"Why did I come here? I sacrificed my life for righteousness, and I wanted to wipe out the bad guys regardless of my reputation. I can make a biography of this high-spirited character. What's the matter if I eat and drink? I didn’t spend other people’s money, my stomach will feel uncomfortable when I’m hungry, let’s not order crayfish, let’s order nutritious porridge, you drink a little or you will still be hungry for a while, and you will not be able to sleep.”

He doesn't really care about it, he can eat or not, but according to today's conditions, Qin Mo might not be able to fall asleep, let alone sleep if he is hungry. Song Jing called the number left by the little policeman before. Immediately said no problem, I will deliver it for them when the takeaway arrives later, Song Jing thanked me and brought a copy to several policemen on duty when I placed the order on the mobile phone, when he went to the bathroom just now, Xiao Luo said this case There are a lot of things to track now, and basically the car will drive until the middle of the night.

"Your waist is a little cold. Zhou Hai said that the essential oil can also relieve muscle stiffness. May I help you use a little? Is that okay? It will feel comfortable when you rub it warm."

Song Jing slightly lowered his head to discuss with the person leaning on him. The coldness on the waist was due to the impediment of Qi and blood. The more stiff, painful and numb, the colder it was. The person on the shoulder did not object. Song Jing knew that he was acquiescing Finally, he took out the essential oil, rubbed it on the man's waist, and then gently pushed it away. When he pushed it left and right, he would inevitably touch his waist. He still remembered the place where the lines grew , each time the range of motion will be a little bigger than before, in order to bring a little bit of the texture.

"Song Jing."

How could Qin Mo fail to see this bright purpose, but Song Jing suddenly lowered his head and rubbed against him;

"It's not bad to paint on the waist, let's try it, okay? I know you don't like this, but what if the little guy sees it and feels sorry for you in the future?"

When he lowered his head, he could see the slight movement on the man's stomach, knowing that it was a child's movement, Qin Mo reprimanded lightly;

"What excuse did you find?"

"How is this an excuse? What if the child grows up and sees the tattoos on your body, understands your suffering, and feels distressed? Let's give it a try, shall we? Zhou Hai said that the skin is growing fast and the skin is suddenly bruised. It hurts and itches when stretched, so it’s always right that we take precautions, right?”

Although Song Jing was "considerate" to Qin Mo before, it was rare for him to be coaxed by whispers. With endless patience, Qin Mo lowered his eyes to look at the essential oil bottle. He didn't like sticky things, and he didn't want get your hands on it;

"You do it."

These two words made Song Jing almost think that he was hallucinating. This, this is asking him to paint his belly?That's right, he heard it right, it can be touched and rubbed, right?With excitement, he raised his hand and gently lifted off the pajamas on the man, revealing his stomach, and poured a little essential oil on his hand to gently cover his stomach. The rounded arc was different from the waist The coldness on the top is warm and soft here, and there is still a slight movement in the stomach, as if the little guy is responding to him.

He gently smeared the essential oil on his stomach, and his heart beat a little faster;

"You said this little guy likes to move so much, will he be very smart in the future?"

Qin Mo closed his eyes, and his soft smile brushed Song Jing's heart like a feather, making him feel numb for a moment;

"I hope, be safe and sound, and be healthy."

When it comes to peace, Song Jing will think of the surgery that is getting closer and closer, and she will raise it uncontrollably;

"Yes, you'll be all right."

"There will be another birth checkup in two days, and I don't know if the baby has grown a bit."

There will be another big checkup in six months. The child has caught up a bit before, but it is still a little smaller than the average month. Qin Mo knows that the bigger the child, the better, but he is always afraid of losing the child.

Song Jing's eyes lowered slightly and he could see the person who was leaning in his arms and worried about the child. He hugged the two of them, felt the little guy's movements, and listened to him talking about the child in detail. Time stops at this moment.

"Yes, his appetite has improved recently. You see, this little night owl does not sleep at night. If he is so willing to move, he is strong and healthy."

The child is getting bigger and bigger, and sometimes Qin Mo doesn't feel comfortable moving, but he still likes to feel the child's movements, if he doesn't move, he will be more worried.

Xiao Luo was stunned when he saw the dozens of deliveries, and called Song Jing;

"President Song, the meal is here, did you fill in the wrong quantity?"

"That's right, there are two portions of porridge in it for us, and the rest is for supper bought for you, please share it."

After a while, the two servings of porridge were brought up. Song Jing helped Qin Mo to sit by the bed before opening the door. When he opened the door, he saw Luo Keke standing at the door with two buckets of porridge on his smiling face;

"Mr. Song, you literally saved our lives outside. I thank you on behalf of my colleagues."

Song Jing ordered porridge for herself, and various dishes for them;

"You're welcome, you have the strength to beat bad guys when you're full."

Song Jing took the porridge and put it on a plastic stool aside and brought it in front of Qin Mo;

"Two kinds, shredded chicken porridge with shiitake mushrooms and pumpkin porridge, try both, and give me the rest."

The fragrance of the porridge immediately wafted into the whole room. The porridge melted in the mouth, making people feel a bit more appetizing after eating it. Qin Mo ate half a bowl of shiitake mushrooms and two mouthfuls of pumpkin before putting down his spoon.

Song Jing didn't dislike it, so he used the spoon he used to finish the leftover porridge. Looking up at the person beside the bed, he suddenly laughed, and Qin Mo frowned;

"why are you laughing?"

"I laughed that the two of us got along so badly. Really, I never dreamed that today, I would spend the night at the Public Security Bureau ordering takeaway and drinking porridge."

After a while Song Jing read Qin Mo and got up, hugged the quilt on his bed and spread it under the bed for him, Qin Mo said;

"You don't need your quilt, you take it and cover it."

Anyway, it's the weather in December, isn't it a dead end if you don't cover the quilt at night?

"I'm fine. Just take some clothes and put them on later. I won't be cold. I'm not afraid of the cold. If you need anything at night, just call me. Don't hold back if you feel uncomfortable."

He was now more than ever grateful for his decision to come in with him.

The author says:

Song Gou's progress was rapid, not only touched the puppy, but also gave Mr. Qin a massage;

With this time, will the next time be far behind?