Chapter 161: The Descendant of the Valley of Three Lives, Mo Shi
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Chapter 165
"Huh?"
Su Youqing's heart was a little empty, and her face was red.
Song Sanxi walked over with a smile on his face.
"Eldest sister, you have a look, in the middle of the night, it's not good to sleep at home and maintain your beauty. What are you doing here?"
There is tiredness on the face, but the attitude is still so friendly.
Su Youqing had no choice but to say: "Yourong said the situation, I don't believe you will have surgery, we will ...... Wow......"
Su Youqing really couldn't help it.
Covering his mouth and pushing the car door, the door almost smashed Song Sanxi.
She rushed out, staggering.
Ran to the edge of the parking lot and vomited.
Song San was shocked.
Is she really pregnant?
couldn't help it, and glanced at Su Yourong more.
Su Yourong looked excited, "Hey, Sanxi, I'm afraid the eldest sister is really pregnant." Aren't you a doctor, you can still catch Chinese medicine, give her the number Ximai, can you do it?"
Song Sanxi: "......"
Good girl, this beautiful wife, she is so happy!
Also, sisterhood is deep!
Looking back at Su Youqing, he thought about it and reached out to take a tissue.
Su Yourong also hurriedly got out of the car and came over to care.
This time, Su Yourong vomited a lot.
It's that kind of salivating saliva, spitting up, making people feel like her stomach is coming out.
Su Yourong feels sorry for her sister.
Think about the time when you were pregnant, isn't it the same, this is empathy.
Song Sanxi was inexplicably soft in his heart.
Women, by nature, are weak animals and attract pity.
Especially again, pregnant women.
Su Yourong took the paper from his hand and wiped it for Su Youqing.
It took a while for Su Youqing to recover.
Stand up, in the night wind, hair messy.
Tears, vomiting out, wet eyes.
is already a gentle young woman next door, but now looking at it, it is even more pitiful.
She was nervous, fiddling with her hair, and glanced at Su Yourong and Song Sanxi with some embarrassment.
"I ...... I really don't know what's wrong with me. ”
Blushing, lying doesn't look like it anymore.
"Sister, don't say anything, get back to the car. You're pregnant, it's windy outside! Don't really catch a cold. If you're pregnant, you can't take cold medicine, it's not good for the fetus......"
Su Yourong eagerly pulled her sister back to the car.
At this time, she pressed Su Youqing on the co-pilot.
She, sit in the cab.
"Sanxi, what are you still doing with the pestle? Come here, help the eldest sister get a pulse, see if it's a happy pulse, aren't you a miracle doctor?"
Song Sanxi took a deep breath and looked happy, "Okay, this is such a simple thing." ”
He sat in the back row, leaned forward, stretched out his slender hand, and said, "Eldest sister, please hand me your hand." ”
Look at what you say, how respectful?
Su Youqing was nervous to death, but there was no way to stretch out her snow-white wrist.
This wrist is simply beautiful.
One more point, fat.
One point less, skinny.
Just right, perfect.
As soon as Song Sanxi took the pulse, he felt extremely delicate and moist.
Su Youqing blushed and lowered her head.
Next to him, Su Yourong watched eagerly.
"Sanxi, what's the situation?"
She looks more anxious than her sister.
Song Sanxi's expression was calm, looking at the night sky outside the windshield.