The Married Life of the Leader

The mind that had been muddled suddenly woke up, Die Jing came out of the shower in a hurry, and Shenwei was lying on the sofa in pajamas and watching TV.

"Shenwei, have you noticed a problem?" Die Jing stood in front of him.

"What's the problem, are you ignoring your dissatisfied husband?" Shenwei responded angrily.

"I have a relative who didn't visit recently." Die Jing reminded him implicitly.

"Oh, so what, let it come again next time." Shenwei swayed left and right for a long time, but still couldn't see clearly, he simply grabbed Die Jing's waist, turned her over and hugged her in his arms.

"Stupid! I mean, my aunt didn't come! She used to be very punctual, but now she's half a month late!" Die Jing felt helpless at his slowness.

"Isn't that great, every time she comes, she can't have sex with you, what a hassle." The idiot is not offline. . .

"You bastard who only thinks with the lower body, don't you know that women who don't come to the aunt are very likely to be pregnant!" Every time I communicate with him calmly, it will turn into a growl. . .

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Shenwei still didn't respond, and Die Jing, who had finished roaring, was also confused, what did he mean by this. . .

Suddenly, Shenwei picked her up, put her gently on the sofa, ran to the bedroom and took out the phone.

"A Futu! Find me a doctor in obstetrics and gynecology! Immediately! Immediately!" Pa, and immediately turned off the phone.

Howlers are contagious. . .

Die Jing felt sorry for Ah Futu for three seconds, and it was not easy to find a doctor at night. . .

However, the efficiency of Afutu's work is not guaranteed. In a quarter of an hour, he brought an old lady with gray hair.

"Afutu, are you sure this is the obstetrics and gynecology doctor?" Shenwei looked suspicious.

"Of course, Dr. Yao is a well-known obstetrician and gynecologist who is famous all over the universe. Do you know how hard it took me to invite her here!" A Futu also began to growl.

"Okay, okay. Let her in." Shenwei considerately stopped prodding Afutu.

"Which one needs to see a doctor?" Dr. Yao pushed his glasses, his eyes wandering between Shenwei and Afutu.

"It's not us, it's her." Shenwei pointed in Diejing's direction.

Die Jing, who met Dr. Yao's eyes, swallowed nervously.

"Stretch out your hand." Dr. Yao walked to the sofa next to Die Jing and sat down, and stretched out his hand to Die Jing.

Diejing obediently handed her the hand, and Shenwei and Afutu also came over.

"Have you been in a bad mood lately, lethargic and feverish?" Dr. Yao put his hand on Die Jing's pulse and asked with a frown.

"Yes, I always feel very tired." Die Jing answered honestly.

"When was your last menstrual period?" Dr. Yao asked seriously, but Die Jing suddenly felt embarrassed because of Afutu's presence, but she could only answer bravely.

"It should be the 20th."

"No morning sickness yet?"

"Morning sickness?" Die Jing was taken aback by the question and then replied: "No."

"Pay attention to rest more, don't eat raw or cold food, don't do strenuous exercise. According to your pulse, your body is cold, you must pay attention to keep warm, don't catch cold, you should have nausea or morning sickness after a while ..." Dr. Yao continued to chatter.

"Can you just tell me what's wrong with my wife?" Shenwei interrupted her impatiently.

"She's pregnant, it's almost a month." Doctor Yao's understatement was inversely proportional to the flat thunder of the other three. . .

The first one to react was Afutu: "Tuan, group leader, are you going to be a father?"

"I, am I going to be a father?" Shenwei repeated.

"You, you are going to be a father!" Diejing repeated for Shenwei.

Shenwei, who was still impatient with Dr. Yao, suddenly listened carefully to her nagging instructions, such as controlling the emotions of pregnant women, what seafood should not be eaten, and even the inability to have intercourse in the first three months. . . .Even A Futu took out a small notebook and didn't know what it was writing.

Die Jing sat quietly by the side, mixed with joy and uneasiness.

After seeing off Dr. Yao and Afutu, Shenwei turned around, and Diejing was still sitting in the same posture.

"What are you thinking about?" Shenwei gently picked her up and put her on the bed.

"Aren't I dreaming?" Die Jing murmured.

"Of course not, no wonder Die Jing has gained weight recently." Shenwei said to herself, so her lethargy and rising body temperature also made sense.

"Can I be a good mother?" Tears welled up in the corners of Die Jing's eyes.

Are your hormones out of balance? . .

"Of course, my Die Jing will be the best mother in the world." Shenwei comforted softly.

"Isn't Shenwei nervous? You're going to be a father." Die Jing's mood eased a bit.

"Of course I'm nervous, but I'm looking forward to it! Looking forward to the birth of my and Die Jing's child."

"Really, really?" Die Jing's eye circles turned red again, and she couldn't stop. . .

It's bloody hormones. . .

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