Rebirth Era: After the Beautiful Sister-in-law Refuses to Open Business

"dont see."

Song Lan smiled and closed her eyes intentionally.

Seeing this, Qin Yanzheng laughed out loud: "If you don't want to look, then don't look. Anyway, I will always smile in front of you."

"I didn't ask you to be treated specially."

Song Lan gave a sentence.

"Yes, yes, you didn't, it's me who is hypocritical."

Qin Yanzheng's tone was full of smiles. He held Song Lan's hand tightly and asked, "Have you mentioned this to your boss about going home early to prepare for the birth of your baby?"

"No, I'm thinking of bringing it up in mid-September, and then stopping work at the end of September."

By then, she was a little over eight months pregnant, and it was just the right time for her to go home and wait for the birth of her baby.

"Don't wait until the end of September, stop working in the middle of September."

Qin Yanzheng said, "You are pregnant with twins, so your belly is bigger than that of a woman with a single baby at the same stage of pregnancy. If nothing goes wrong at work, everything will be fine. But if something goes wrong, others will say that you are deliberately causing trouble for the hospital."

Song Lan was silent.

"You know, I'm doing this for your own good, for the good of our child. I believe that my parents think the same as I do, and they don't want you to risk working while you're seven or eight months pregnant."

Qin Yanzheng continued to persuade her. He really loved his wife. She had to work even though she was seven or eight months pregnant. To be honest, he felt sorry for her.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

She really couldn't cause trouble to the hospital because of her current physical condition.

"Not happy?"

Hearing that Song Lan was in a bad mood, Qin Yanzheng couldn't help but ask.

"No."

Song Lan raised her eyes and met his gaze. She said, "My current physical condition is indeed not suitable for continuing to stay in the job."

"Don't force yourself. I can sense that you are feeling quite down right now. Come here. My arms belong to you. If you want to cry, just cry as much as you can. Everything will be fine after you cry!"

The two of them lay side by side facing each other, but because of Song Lan's pregnant belly, it was obviously unrealistic for Qin Yanzheng to hold his wife in his arms.

Song Lan was amused by what the man said: "Don't say I don't want to cry. Even if I want to cry, what do you think I should do to fall into your arms in my current state? Or are you deliberately making things difficult for me and want to laugh at me?"

Qin Yanzheng laughed in his throat: "No, I am not trying to embarrass you, and how dare I laugh at your joke? I am sincerely offering my arms to heal your wounded heart!"

"Don't be so sarcastic. I've said it before. I know what is important."

Song Lan was talking when she suddenly thought of something and said, "Let's go to bed early. You have to get up early tomorrow morning to kill those two pigeons and make soup."

"Did that Nurse Wang ask someone to bring it to you when she went to work this afternoon?"

Qin Yanzheng asked.

"Ah."

Song Lan said, "I greeted Wang Ping yesterday, and she brought it to the hospital this afternoon when she went to work and handed it over to me."

In fact, the pigeon came from Song Lan's space. She took it out of the space before leaving get off work and put it in an exquisite little bamboo cage.

When Qin Yanzheng got off work and arrived at the hospital, he just handed it to the other party.

I thought of making soup for Mr. and Mrs. Chen to nourish their bodies.

Pigeon soup is rich in nutrients. It can not only promote wound healing, but also enhance physical fitness, beautify the skin, and improve body resistance. It can be seen that drinking pigeon soup after surgery is undoubtedly of great benefit.

But it should be used in moderation.

"Kill both of them. I'll make soup with one and..."

Before Qin Yanzheng finished speaking, he heard Song Lan say, "I don't need it."

She is not lacking in nutrition, so there is no need for her to drink pigeon soup.

Qin Yanzheng: "Why not? You eat for three people, so you must take in enough nutrition every day."

“Am I lacking nutrition?”

Song Lan raised her eyebrows and asked, but before Qin Yanzheng could respond, her voice once again overflowed from her lips and teeth: "There is malted milk and milk powder at home. At your request, I will drink a cup every morning and evening.

Add to that the nutrition provided by my daily meals, and if I continue to take more nourishing food, the baby in my belly might be too big when it is born, which will not be good for me at all!"

"You are right."

Qin Yanzheng didn't want to cause Song Lan to have a difficult birth because the baby was too big, but he still said in a negotiating tone: "How about you drink less?"

"Just drink half a bowl."

Song Lan responded.

"Okay, just drink half a bowl."

Qin Yanzheng finally had no objection.

"Go to sleep."

Song Lan's eyelids began to droop due to sleepiness.

"Ah."

Qin Yanzheng responded and said, "Let's kill one and make soup tomorrow morning, and save the other one for the day after tomorrow. What do you think?"

"Just do as you say."

Pigeon soup is nutritious, but everything has its scope and limitations, and too much is as bad as too little.

To put it bluntly, it is good to drink pigeon soup after surgery, but you have to drink it in moderation and not consume it in large quantities at will!

Beijing.

Chen Changqing got on the car from the machinery factory workers' hospital back to Beijing at about four o'clock in the afternoon. Now it was about nine-thirty in the evening. His car drove into the compound and drove all the way to his own gate.

Hearing the sound of a car driving into the yard, Zhang Hua immediately went downstairs. Soon, the lights in the living room on the first floor came on.

"Where have you been these past two days?"

As he walked into the living room, Chen Changqing heard his wife Zhang Hua questioning him.

"Is something wrong?"

Chen Changqing stared at the other person, with no expression on his face.

"You haven't been home for two or three nights in a row. Can't I ask you where you've been?"

Zhang Hua's eyes were filled with grievance, and he said, "No matter what, you and I are husband and wife. If you don't come home, you should at least tell me, but you didn't say a word to me, and I sat at home waiting for you to get off work as usual.

I kept reheating the food, but I still didn't see you until late at night. I was still worried about whether something had happened to you. Now that you're back, is it appropriate for you not to give me an explanation?"

"I'm sure you haven't forgotten what you said and what I said when we got married."

Chen Changqing spoke in a deep voice, looking directly at his wife Zhang Hua, and said, "Besides, for many years, whether I go home after get off work or not, it has always been the same.

You want me to explain it to you today. Let’s not talk about whether it’s a little late. First of all, do you think it’s appropriate?”

It was a marriage in name only, and both parties knew what the agreements were in this marriage. But now he suddenly jumped out and asked him for an explanation. What on earth did this person want to do?

Zhang Hua's face felt hot.

A marriage in name only?

Yes, she knew, but she had already regarded him as her real husband. For many years, there had not been a day that she did not want to be his real wife. But who could tell her why he could not warm her heart?

Is it that she hasn't done enough?

"Why is it inappropriate? I'm your wife. Isn't it reasonable for you to give me an explanation for not coming home at night?"

Zhang Hua's tone was full of depression: "Xiao Xu's leg was injured about a month ago, and you seem to have a problem with me.

Despite my repeated requests, he refused to find a way to bring Xiaoze back to the city, and when Xiaoxu's legs were healed,

You, along with the old man, the old lady, and Dongsheng, kept it a secret from me. You didn't tell me where Xiaoxu got his legs healed, or who he got the treatment from. You don't treat me as a family member, do you?"