Rebirth in the 70s: A rough man’s husband pinches his waist and dotes on him

Lin Qingping didn't care about buying a car now. She just wanted to ask Gu Youlian about the "life-threatening" matter. How could she ask when Zhangzhu was peeking around?

After driving Zhangzhu into the room, Lin Qingping was ready to cut the Gordian knot.

"Um..." Lin Qingping thought it was better to get straight to the point. She was no longer angry and said earnestly, "If you are pregnant, just tell me. Don't hide it. I won't beat you. You should be a father by now..."

Zhiyuan:? ? ?

Zhiyuan, who had a lot of affection to say, was stunned. Who is pregnant? What is she pregnant with? I am pregnant?

"Mom, you are not angry and confused, right?"

Lin Qingping patted his hands to show that she was no longer angry. "You are also a doctor. We should take responsibility for this kind of thing. Abortion is not good for girls..."

"Mom!" Zhiyuan blushed, "What are you talking about?"

Lin Qingping: ? ? Is there a misunderstanding?

"I don't even have a girlfriend, where does the child come from?"

Hmm? Lin Qingping felt that he had fallen from the moral high ground. Was it such a big misunderstanding?

"Ahem." No! This commanding height must be maintained! Lin Qingping's face was stern, "You still don't have a girlfriend at this age? How can you be so embarrassed?"

After saying that, he got up and went to the room.

Zhiyuan had so many words to apologize to, but he didn't even have time to say them.

Zhangzhu, who had been observing the progress, jumped out of the room and said happily, "Mom, you are not angry anymore?"

"Do I look like I'm not angry?" Lin Qingping pointed at his face.

Zhangzhu blinked, "Not like, absolutely! Mom, if you're not angry anymore, do I still have to write a self-criticism?"

"What kind of self-criticism do you want to write?" Lin Qingping turned around and looked at Zhiyuan. "You want to write a self-criticism? Forget it! I'd waste my eyes just reading your self-criticism! Stop producing garbage!"

After that, he said to Zhang Zhu, "Are you still worried that your brother will be wronged when writing a self-criticism? This is your brother's comfort zone!"

After hearing this, Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing out loud as he recalled the time when his father Gu punished him to copy and write self-examinations as a child.

Only Zhangzhu didn't understand, so he ran to his brother to ask why.

Zhiyuan saw that Lin Qingping had already entered the room, and then he said, "When my father punished me to write this and that, my mother helped me write."

Zhang Zhu was in awe when she heard this, "Our mom is really extraordinary, brother, our mom is not an ordinary mom, so don't use ordinary thoughts to speculate about her!"

"Yeah, I know." This time, Zhiyuan really knew.

"Brother, I will pick you up from get off work tomorrow. Let's go eat something delicious. I'll treat you." Zhangzhu leaned close to Zhiyuan and started to act coquettishly.

You are being nice to others for no reason. This is...

"What bad thing do you want me to help you do again?" Zhiyuan asked with a smile.

"How dare you look at me like this?" Zhang Zhu blinked her big innocent eyes, "I'm your biological sister, and I want to treat you to a meal, and you actually look at your biological sister like this!"

"Okay, okay, my simple and kind sister just wants to treat your brother to a meal." Zhiyuan laughed.

The next evening, Zhiyuan went to the ward for a round before leaving get off work. Everything was normal in the ward, except for a few patients who were worried about their conditions. Zhiyuan explained everything to them again, and then returned to the office, changed his clothes and prepared to leave work.

Zhangzhu had already arrived and sent him a message saying that she didn't want to come up and would wait for him on a chair outside the hospital building.

I opened the drawer and saw something square lying inside.

Zhiyuan didn't think much about it and picked it up. It turned out to be a watch box. When he opened it, he saw a famous watch and a small card with three very small words written on it: For Zhiyuan.

Zhiyuan frowned, closed the watch box, and called Zhangzhu, "Zhangzhu, wait for me for a few minutes, I have something to deal with."

Zhangzhu responded and Zhiyuan took the watch box and went out.