Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

I couldn't count how many times I hit it, but no one connected, Yannian finally dropped his arms decadently.

The pregnancy reaction came up again, resisting the urge to vomit, Yannian copied her phone in her pocket, and hammered her chest hard to suppress the uncomfortable weight.

The flickering street lights set off her delicate Jingrun face pale and anxious.

Now holding one in her arms and two in her belly, she is carrying three lives.

But Sijun is like a lonely lamp, and he dies in a moment.

The phone was stowed in my pocket, it was cold, and I couldn't feel any temperature anymore.

At this time, without Jiang Beiyuan, she could only rely on herself.

I was planning to hit 120 directly, a golden light was refracted not far away, and it fell straight...

The light pierced Yannian and narrowed her eyes until the sound of the car's engine gradually stopped in her ears. Then she opened her eyes and saw clearly that there was a white truck in front of her.

The glass in the passenger seat was shaken down, and it was the neighbor's aunt who took care of Jiang Qingchi today.

"Niannian, what's wrong with your mothers?"

"Ochi has a fever. I want to take a taxi to the hospital, but I can't." Yannian said, wiping the rain off his face.

"Oh, it's dark, and it's raining again. How could there be a car on the roadside? Come up, I happened to go into the city with my old man to deliver and carry you."

"Thank you Aunt Wang."

Without further ado, after finally getting a car, Yan Nian hurriedly hugged Jiang Qingchi into the car.

The front passenger seat was narrow, but fortunately she was thin, and the other aunt wasn't fat, so the two of them squeezed in and sat barely.

It was raining, the pickup truck was not driving fast, and the cabin was very quiet, so quiet, Yannian could hear her son's breathing that became muddy because of fever.

"The three hundred dollars will be returned to you."

Auntie stuffed the money she read this afternoon directly into her jacket pocket.

"No, I already gave you the money—"

Yannian refused to accept, but the other party kept pushing to give it to her.

"Take it, it costs money to take the child to the hospital!"

"I have money, you helped me take care of the children today, and now you are carrying us, I think it is less than 300 yuan."

"Oh... tell you the truth, your partner has given me thousands."

"what?"

"That's your very handsome husband. I saw it on the TV screen of the store before. He said he would make you an empire for fun. At that time, I didn't expect that the wife he was talking about was you! We all said Xueyan would follow You are enjoying yourself!"

Auntie looked at Yannian with envy.

"The morning you came back, there was a young guy who said it was his secretary who found me and gave me thousands and asked me to take care of you, saying that Xueyan is no longer good, and it is not easy for you to take the children alone. I'm afraid you can't take care of it."

"..."

After listening quietly, Yan Nian then withdrew her hand.

Her hair was soaking wet, and the water dripped down her forehead, dripping onto her leg.

The long eyelashes were moving, and the half of her side face was shrouded in water and the rain and mist covered the loss of her eyes, replaced by a deliberate smile.

"I am a man who is a precautionary person for me. He thinks very carefully about everything, more than me, but I also ask you to follow along."

"Mom... Dad obviously catches cats in the rain."

Jiang Qingchi, who was nestled in Yannian's arms, coughed twice, his face still flushed.

Yannian hugged her son tightly and told him to stop talking and take a good rest.