On how women's clothing bosses break the male gods

An Chengfeng responded lightly, but didn't hang up the phone.

Jiang Mo on the other end didn't hang up the phone either. After a while, there was the sound of the car door opening and closing, and then the sound of starting the engine.

Jiang Mo put the phone on the passenger seat, put on the bluetooth, and chatted with An Chengfeng while reversing the car.

"Did you drink?"

"No, you said you can't drink alcohol." An Chengfeng glanced at Li Hengda who was still talking nonsense, couldn't help laughing, and bent his eyes, "It's Rhubarb and Hengda who drank a lot. Send them back first."

"Ah."

After being silent for a while, Jiang Mo asked again with concern: "Did the baby bother you?"

"..." Upon hearing this question again, An Chengfeng covered his face in shame and anger, feeling that Jiang Mo's IQ was getting more and more suspected of deteriorating, "Jiang Mo! I told you I'm not pregnant! Are you an idiot? ?!"

"........."

In fact, in the year of An Chengfeng's graduation, due to the request of the parents of both parties, the two of them took their ID card and household registration book and went abroad to get a card non-stop.

In other words, they are now a legal couple protected by Xiaohongben!

An's father and An's mother knew about the two of them a week after Jiang Mo came out to the family.

When An Chengfeng was still young, they knew that when it came to getting married and having children, he might take a different path from ordinary people, so after knowing that the two were dating, they didn't show any shock or surprise. opposing attitude.

They chose to support and bless silently.

Having said that, why did Jiang Mo ask such an abrupt question--asked if Baby An Chengfeng was making trouble?

Things have to start two weeks ago.

The two of them had officially lived together, and one morning two weeks ago, while sitting at the dining table eating breakfast, An Chengfeng picked up the fried dough sticks and was about to stuff them into his mouth, but when he got closer, the sticks on the fried dough sticks The oily smell seemed to be magnified hundreds of times, and the smell penetrated into the nose, causing a burst of nausea.

An Chengfeng shook his hands, ignored the chopsticks falling to the ground, covered his mouth, and rushed to the toilet. After a while, Jiang Mo, who had put down his chopsticks, heard a retching sound coming from the toilet.

It was indeed retching. When he left his seat and walked quickly to the door of the toilet, what he saw was the scene of An Chengfeng vomiting on the toilet.

Physical discomfort?

Stomach trouble?

Did you catch a cold without covering the quilt last night?

Countless guesses flooded Jiang Mo's mind in an instant. He walked up to An Chengfeng, patted his back nervously, and frowned deeply: "What's wrong? Is it a stomachache?"

When he was in school, An Chengfeng often skipped breakfast. Over time, he suffered from stomach problems, but the doctor said that it was not serious, as long as he took good care of him, he was given an order by Jiang Mo : I have to have breakfast with him every morning.

For so many days, it was the first time that I ran to the toilet to vomit halfway through the meal.

An Chengfeng vomited until he was about to burst into tears. After vomiting the two mouthfuls of soy milk he just drank, he began to vomit bitter water, and he almost vomited out the jaundice.

He patted his chest for a while, and was about to speak, but the scene of fried dough sticks tumbling in the oil pan suddenly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't hold it back, nausea came up and he retched again.

Want to vomit but can't vomit anything, this feeling is very uncomfortable, I believe everyone has had a similar experience, it is really impossible to survive.

Jiang Mo frowned like a caterpillar, got up and walked to the sink, wet a towel, wrung it dry, then turned around and walked back to An Chengfeng, carefully helping him wipe off the dirt on his mouth.

There was no trace of disgust on his face, but full of worry.

"That's not okay, let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."

"No need for Jiang Mo, I... It's just that the weather has turned cold these two days. I didn't cover the quilt well at night. I may have caught a cold. It doesn't matter." An Chengfeng tugged at his grapefruit, looked up at him, and looked up. The big eyes flickered, "And don't you have to go to school soon?"

"You are the most important!"

"........."

Jiang Mo looked serious and serious, staring into An Chengfeng's eyes and repeated: "You are the most important."

The two looked at each other affectionately, which was interrupted by a sudden ringtone of the mobile phone.

It was Jiang Mo's cell phone that was ringing. He helped An Chengfeng back to the dining table, picked up the cell phone and glanced at it, and the caller ID: Mrs. Mother-in-law.

This is to distinguish Li Huli from An's mother, so I typed such a note.

"Hey, Mom."

An's mother's voice sounded very happy, as if she had encountered some happy event: "Xiaomo, it's almost Chinese New Year, will you and Xiaofeng return to Qingzhou this year?"

It's the second day of the twelfth lunar month now, and it's almost New Year's Eve.

Winter in the south comes late and is not too cold. At this time, many people go out wearing only thin coats, which is not as good as in the north. Qingzhou at this time in previous years should have been covered with snow.

Jiang Mo looked down at An Chengfeng, who was in his arms with a pale face, and responded, "Come back, I will go back with Chengfeng at that time."

"Hey, good, good, good, good, then mom, let's get ready first." An's mother smiled happily on the other end of the phone, "That's right, where is Xiao Feng? Let Xiao Feng answer the phone."

Hearing this, An Chengfeng stretched out his hand to take the phone from Jiang Mo, but Jiang Mo turned his body sideways and avoided it.

"?"

Jiang Mo touched his head, mouthed to him "good boy", and then said to An's mother: "Mom, Cheng Feng is not feeling well today, he just vomited out of the toilet, his face is very pale, Inconvenient to answer the phone."

An Chengfeng pouted, snorted softly, and buried his head in his arms unhappily, arching like a little piglet.

When Mother An heard this, she thought that An Chengfeng had vomited, and her face was still pale. She was frightened and her face changed drastically. She asked eagerly, "What's going on? Why did you vomit? Did you eat something wrong?" What's up?"

"No, I just drank two mouthfuls of soy milk, and just about to eat fried dough sticks, I suddenly vomited."

"Then... do you have any other symptoms? Did you catch a cold? Did you feel his hand cool?"

Hearing this, Jiang Mo reached out and grabbed An Chengfeng's paw on his waist, and squeezed it lightly: "It's not cold, it's warm."

"Then... did you spit out anything?"

"No, I just retched and vomited some yellow water."

An's mother was silent for a while, a little hesitant, why does this symptom sound so similar...so like when she was pregnant...

She knew that An Chengfeng's body was different from that of ordinary boys. She knew it since he was born, and he would have menstruation every month like a woman. An's mother also knew this, so she was not sure, An Cheng Could Feng also have physiological functions that ordinary boys don't have, such as...

For example, like a woman, can she get pregnant?