Warm Marriage 100 Points: Sweet Wife, Please Be Good

Zhong Jiaqi looked at Qi Jingchen slyly, and even stretched out her hand to hammer her leg: "My feet are sore, I can't walk anymore."

Qi Jingchen understood what Zhong Jiaqi wanted to say in an instant, but he deliberately pretended not to understand anything.

"Or we'll walk back to the car and drive home!"

"No," Zhong Jiaqi said aggrievedly, "Walking back to the car from here is farther than walking home from here. I'm not stupid, and you clearly asked Zhou Qi to send someone to drive the car back just now."

Qi Jingchen spread his hands innocently: "Then what should we do, why don't we take a taxi back home, fortunately this place is not too far away, we should be able to take a taxi."

Zhong Jiaqi tugged on Qi Jingchen's sleeve, she knew that Qi Jingchen must understand what she meant, but since Qi Jingchen refused to speak, then she just said it.

"I want you to carry me back!"

Qi Jingchen smiled slightly: "If you want me to carry you back, you just say no, and you're still going around in such a big circle with me."

"You don't have any sentimentality at all."

After Zhong Jiaqi was pregnant, her mood fluctuated a lot. Qi Jingchen was really worried that Zhong Jiaqi would be pissed off, so he quickly said, "Okay, I'll carry you back."

He suddenly remembered that Zhong Jiaqi was pregnant, and glanced at Zhong Jiaqi's stomach: "Will the child in the stomach be crushed?"

Zhong Jiaqi smiled helplessly: "Don't worry, your child hasn't formed yet, and won't be crushed."

Only then did Qi Jingchen half squat in front of Zhong Jiaqi in peace of mind, carefully wrapped his arms around Zhong Jiaqi's legs, and carried her on his back.

However, as a pregnant woman, Zhong Jiaqi's weight is too light, Qi Jingchen couldn't help but frowned. He had fed Zhong Jiaqi for so many days, but there was no effect at all.

"Jiaqi, why are you so skinny?"

Zhong Jiaqi smiled helplessly: "You can't blame me, I have been eating on time recently, and after you took over as the chef of our family, I ate a lot more in every meal, and the lack of meat may be due to this in my stomach." The two little guys absorbed all the nutrients."

"Didn't you say that the two little guys in your belly haven't formed yet? Are you going to blame them now?" Qi Jingchen smiled lightly.

Zhong Jiaqi stretched out her hand and lightly pinched Qi Jingchen's shoulder: "The little ones haven't even been born yet, and you've already started talking to them, scumbag!"

Qi Jingchen smiled helplessly, not understanding how he got the name of a scumbag for no reason.

"No one is more important than you, it's just that you have never gained weight, which makes me feel very unfulfilled!"

"This is beyond my control. I didn't gain much weight when I was pregnant last time. It may be due to physical problems. Okay, don't try to make me fat every day. After you get fat, you will definitely lose weight." Dislike me."

"Then I'll gain weight with you, so we don't have the right to dislike each other."

……

The next day, Zhong Jiaqi packed up her things and went to the hospital.

Naturally, Jiang Wenwen enjoyed the best treatment in Jiawen Hospital, but Mousse was still worried. He stayed by Jiang Wenwen's bedside every day and hired an experienced aunt.

In order not to miss Jiang Wenwen's delivery time, Zhong Jiaqi struggled to get out of bed at eight o'clock, which was probably the earliest time she woke up during this period.

Seeing Zhong Jiaqi's yawning appearance, Jiang Wenwen couldn't help but chuckled: "If you feel sleepy, why did you come to the hospital to see me so early? You can come back after lunch."

"No," Zhong Jiaqi looked firmly into Jiang Wenwen's eyes, "What if I miss your delivery?"

"The due date is the day after tomorrow. Are you worried that it's too early?" Jiang Wenwen said helplessly.

"It's getting late. As a medical staff, don't you know that the expected date of delivery will always be slightly off, but I see that you are in good condition, and the delivery process will definitely go smoothly."

Jiang Wenwen smiled mischievously: "Then I will borrow your good words, and I also hope that I can give birth to this child smoothly."

"Certainly possible."

Zhong Jiaqi felt that her mouth might have been opened too much. When she came to the ward in the afternoon, Jiang Wenwen was already in pain.

Soon the amniotic fluid broke, and after a period of chaos in the ward, Jiang Wenwen was finally pushed into the delivery room.

Zhong Jiaqi sat with Mu Si at the door of the delivery room. After a while, everyone from the Mu family came. This child was the eldest son and grandson of the Mu family. Mr. Mu was very concerned, and suddenly a group of people came outside the delivery room.

Mr. Mu grabbed Mousse's hand, a crack appeared on his steady expression: "Mousse, how is Wenwen?"

"Grandpa, don't worry, the doctor just said that Wenwen is a normal childbirth and there is nothing wrong with it."

After Mousse comforted Mr. Mu, he realized that there were too many people outside the delivery room, and the air smelled of crowding.

Zhong Jiaqi is also a pregnant woman now, and she is still Qi Jingchen's baby bump. If something happens to Zhong Jiaqi in the hospital, Mousse will definitely be torn alive by Qi Jingchen.

"Jiaqi, you are also pregnant now, so don't sit here and wait for Wenwen, go and have a rest!"

Zhong Jiaqi shook her head: "No need, I'm going to wait for Wenwen here, I don't feel at ease if I don't see her and the child come out safely."

"Why don't you go back to Wenwen's ward and sit for a while. After Wenwen's delivery is over, you will definitely return to the ward. You can still see her then."

Zhong Jiaqi didn't speak, but there was still a hint of rejection in her eyes.

Mousse said anxiously: "You are still pregnant with a child. There are so many people here, but there will definitely be another burst of chaos. I can't take care of you if you are here. If something happens, then Not good."

Zhong Jiaqi thought about it carefully, and what Mousse said was right, and she didn't want Mousse to be distracted from taking care of her while worrying about Jiang Wenwen.

"Okay, I'm going back to the ward first."

Mousse touched his nose: "I won't send you there, Wenwen is in the delivery room now, so I'm worried."

"I'll just go there by myself. You just stay here and wait for Wenwen to come out. Nothing will happen."

After returning to Jiang Wenwen's ward, Zhong Jiaqi was even more worried. She was always worried, and felt that the time passed by too slowly, and every moment was a kind of torment for him.

Until she heard the movement outside the door, she stood up immediately, and then the nurse pushed Jiang Wenwen in, and Mousse followed behind.

However, he was worried that Jiang Wenwen's rest would be disturbed, so he sent someone to send everyone from the Mu family back.

"Mousse, how is Wenwen doing now?" Zhong Jiaqi lowered her volume and asked.

"The doctor said it's going well. As long as Wenwen can rest well, everything will be fine."

Zhong Jiaqi breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine, it's fine, by the way, where is Qiuqiu?"

"Qiaoqiu is fine and will be sent back soon."

"That's good!"

The ward suddenly fell into silence. Mousse sat on the chair beside Jiang Wenwen's bed. His eyes seemed to grow on Jiang Wenwen's face. He raised his hand, wanting to touch Jiang Wenwen's face. cheek, but worried that doing so would disturb Jiang Wenwen's rest, so he could only copy Zhong Jiaqi's facial features with his eyes.

Seeing Jiang Wenwen's pale face, Mousse's heart was stabbed severely. He never wanted to see Jiang Wenwen suffer such a crime again.

Mousse just sat straight beside Jiang Wenwen, staring closely at the woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with, until the child was sent to the ward, Mousse did not recover.

Zhong Jiaqi, the godmother, became the first person to hold the ball. Fortunately, the aunt is very experienced and has already prepared a crib in the ward.

Zhong Jiaqi's heart skipped a beat when she saw the little pink dress Jiang Wenwen disliked appearing on the crib.

She reached out and tapped Qiuqiu's little nose: "Qiaoqiu, your mother gave birth to you after suffering a lot, you must grow up obediently, but if your mother wakes up and sees you She is so cute, you will definitely feel that all the hardships you have suffered are worth it.”

Zhong Jiaqi held Qiuqiu in her arms for a long time, worried that holding him for too long would hurt Qiuqiu's spine, so she put him back in the crib.

When Zhong Jiaqi received the call from Qi Jingchen, Jiang Wenwen hadn't woken up yet.

"Are you still in the hospital?"

Zhong Jiaqi walked to the balcony and said softly: "Well, Wenwen just gave birth, but she hasn't woken up yet, I want to wait until she wakes up before going back."

"Okay, are you hungry?"

Zhong Jiaqi touched her stomach, she was really hungry, she said sincerely: "Well, I'm really hungry."

"I'll bring you something to eat."

Zhong Jiaqi's heart was sweet, but she didn't forget Mousse at this time: "You can also bring a copy for Mousse, by the way, remember to bring an extra bowl of chicken soup."

The chicken soup made by Qi Jingchen is not greasy at all, it is very suitable for Jiang Wenwen to drink after waking up.

Qi Jingchen smiled helplessly on the other end of the phone, but still said dotingly: "Okay, I will listen to you, and I will listen to you."

When Qi Jingchen arrived, Jiang Wenwen just opened his eyes, and Mousse excitedly held Jiang Wenwen's hand.

"Wenwen, how do you feel now?"

"hiss……"

Jiang Wenwen struggled to sit up, but he pulled the wound on his stomach.

Mousse pressed Jiang Wenwen's shoulder anxiously: "Don't worry."

Zhong Jiaqi carefully helped Jiang Wenwen raise the back of the bed.

"child……"

Jiang Wenwen's voice is thicker than sandpaper, Zhong Jiaqi poured a glass of warm water: "Drink some water before talking."

Jiang Wenwen drank a few sips of water with Zhong Jiaqi's hand, and felt his throat feel better, before he said, "Where's the child?"

"The child is healthy, don't worry."

"Hold me the baby, I want to see him."

Zhong Jiaqi carefully lifted Qiuqiu from the crib: "Look, he is sleeping now!"

Jiang Wenwen's face was still pale, but the moment she saw the child, her eyes lit up a little, and she reached out and gently touched Qiuqiu's cheek.