Song Jiajia has lost a lot of weight recently, and she has no appetite for anything. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Since beating her mother back to Sweet City, she has not been able to eat properly, although she tries to make herself eat more every day, but she vomits after eating.

In fact, it's embarrassing for yourself, the taste of stomach acid burning your throat, don't talk about the taste.

It's just that she never thought that Song Chu would also wash his hands and make soup.

Three o'clock in the afternoon, tea time.

Song Chu opened the thermos flask, the soup inside was still exuding heat, and the temperature was just right.

He looked like he was invited: "I did it for the first time last night, and it feels okay, but I cooked too much, I brought you some, drink a little!"

Song Jiajia hates fishy, but this soup smells good.

As it turns out, what looks good doesn't necessarily taste good.

Song Jiajia still tried her best to finish the soup.

Mr. Song, who is high up, Song Chu cooks for her, and she is grateful for this piece of heart alone.

People always have inexplicable confidence in what they make, and this soup is really plain and impermanent.

What is strange is Song Chu's mind.

Song Jiajia has been by Song Chu's side for eight years, so she naturally knows what this Mid-Autumn Festival means, but this time it was so fast, which she didn't expect.

Maybe something happened in the Jiang family?

Song Jiajia was puzzled, but she didn't plan to ask, even if she knew, it would be impossible to change anything.

It's better to pretend you don't know.

I don't know, sometimes it's the best way to respect the other person.

The milky white crucian carp soup is not delicious, but it is full of his thoughts.

Once upon a time, Song Chu would be so attentive to people other than himself and his mother.

Song Jiajia found that she still loved Song Chu, otherwise, how could she eat the vinegar of the child in her stomach well.

She had worked hard for eight years, but she couldn't move Song Chu, and now she is just a newborn fetus, and she doesn't know men and women, even if she makes him a slave and a maid, he is willing.

Song Chu washes dishes in the kitchen.

The sound of rushing water would make him feel satisfied.

The opening of another chapter in his life seemed to remind him of many other things.

He has changed from a machine fighting for power and profit back to a human, flesh and blood, and feelings.

The sound of Song Jiajia vomiting came from the bedroom.

Song Chu asked her not to lock the bedroom door, and he also got the code key here.

Hearing the voice, he wiped his hands clean and went to the bedroom.

I only saw Song Jiajia lying on her stomach on the washstand, vomiting darkly.

Song Chu was a little distressed, and he could smell the smell of stomach acid when he walked over, which was not very good.

He didn't dislike it, patted her on the back, and handed her a bottle of water: "Didn't you say that you were happy for three months? It's been almost four months, why are you still throwing up so much!"

Song Jiajia raised her head, pulled a tissue to wipe the corners of her mouth, frowned very uncomfortable, didn't answer Song Chu, and went back to the bed to lie down and said weakly: "Look at the physique, some of them have vomited from pregnancy to childbirth!"

Song Chu was speechless, he didn't know what to do.

Heng Zhi sent her the crucian carp soup he stewed last night, and she was fed to the toilet bowl as a result.

Time was in a hurry, and when it was about to give birth, Song Jiajia had to accept Song Chu's arrangement and accept the existence of Sister Gui, the confinement sister.

vacate the guest room for Sister Gui to live, Sister Gui is a middle-aged woman in her thirties, quite famous in the housekeeping company, 20,000 yuan a month.

Song Jiajia has not produced it yet, and Song Chu opened it to Sister Gui at the price of confinement.

Song Jiajia's skeleton was very small, but the color ultrasound showed that the fetus was almost seven pounds, and she was very tight, and when it came to labor, she lay on the bed and even turned over, almost all of which needed help.

Song Chu was really worried, so he simply bought Song Jiajia's downstairs unit so that he could come up and see her.

Half a month before the due date, Song Chu couldn't sleep well, no matter how busy he was, he had to come to see Song Jiajia once a night.

In Sister Gui's words, although Mr. Song is not the child's father, he is more worried about Song Jiajia than the child's father.

Song Jiajia smiled and said nothing.

She didn't allow Song Chu to tell Sister Gui something, and only lied that she was a relative.

Sister Gui was also suspicious, but both of them had the surname Song, and they both said that they were not married with the same surname, so she was not suspicious.

And every time Song Chu wanted to touch the child's fetal movements, she avoided Sister Gui, so for two months, she didn't find out the relationship between Song Jiajia and Song Chu.

Song Jiajia plans to take care of the children by herself after the confinement, thinking that she will open a supermarket nearby or something.

Being your own boss is not only convenient for taking care of children, but also satisfying your mood of wanting to work.

Song Chu meant that she didn't have to worry about money, and hoped that she could recuperate for two more years and take care of the child well, but Song Jiajia decided, and Song Chu didn't want to argue with the pregnant person, so she had to agree.

The child is not obedient and starts in the middle of the night.

Song Jiajia realized that something was wrong with her, and her lower body kept flowing.

called Sister Gui, Sister Gui is experienced, according to Song Jiajia's instructions, she didn't want to trouble Mr. Song, Sister Gui had to get on Didi to call a car, take the delivery bag and prepare to go to the hospital.

But Song Jiajia realized that he was not as strong as he imagined.

She took out her mobile phone, cried and called Song Chu, saying that she might be giving birth, she was so scared!

Song Chu immediately jumped up from the bed, in fact, he was more scared than Song Jiajia.

Wearing slippers and pajamas, I went upstairs with my car keys.

Song Jiajia has always been afraid of pain, and when she saw Song Chu, her face was pale and her face was full of cold sweat.

Seeing Song Chu coming, he stretched out his hand from afar to hold him.

Song Chu had never seen this kind of battle, and he was instantly stunned.

The dignified Mr. Song also wants Sister Gui to be commanded by a woman.

Take something and help her.

From the elevator to the car, Song Chu had never felt so thrilling, and it was just so much if he wanted to go to the battlefield.

Fortunately, the production went very smoothly.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Song Jiajia successfully gave birth to a baby boy weighing seven pounds and four taels.

Song Chu's heart was beating overload all night, and it wasn't until the doctor came out of the delivery room that the mother and son were safe, and his hanging heart fell to the ground.

In fact, before Song Jiajia gave birth, Song Chu read a lot of books about women giving birth, and now the books are written very scary, and complications that are about to kill people at every turn.

And Song Chu knew that his child was too big, but the doctor recommended a smooth delivery, but Song Jiajia was bitter, and she didn't enter the delivery room until the early hours of the morning from midnight to pain, and she was born in the morning.

The child was white and chubby, but it was a little wrinkled, the doctor said it was normal, it was caused by too long a childbirth, the head was pointy, and one squinted to sleep, wrapped in a white quilt.

The moment he saw the child, Song Chu was moved and wanted to cry.

It seems that as long as there is him, everything else is not important.

Song Jiajia was removed from the delivery room two hours later, wearing a hospital gown, and came out with her belly, Song Chu handed over the child to Sister Gui and went to support Song Jiajia herself.

A thousand words turned into just one sentence: "Thank you for your hard work!"

Song Jiajia wanted to scold her mother: What do you mean? (To be continued.) )