When he arrived in Jiangqiao County, Song Chengyi left Zheng Yuebin to sit and drink a cup of tea, Zheng Yuebin refused with a smile, saying that he wanted to go back early, and it was not good to drive at night.

After sending Zheng Yuebin away, Song Chengyi saw that Wan Ning's little face was a little pale, and he didn't care that it was still on the crowded street, so he took her into his arms and let her lean on himself: "Ningning, what's wrong?" It's uncomfortable, isn't it? Why didn't you say it earlier? ”

Wanning's lower abdomen does hurt badly, which may be related to the flood that soaked for too long last month: "I'm fine, just rest for a while." ”

After Song Chengyi heard this, he was about to hug her horizontally, but Wan Ning didn't let her: "Or you can carry me, it's better to carry it than to hold it." "After all, the posture of holding is too intimate.

"Good!" Song Chengyi turned around and squatted down in front of her.

When I returned to Song's house, it was just time for dinner, and Song Chengyi didn't say much, and went directly to the second floor with Wan Ning on his back.

When Qiao Zhilan and Aunt Lu saw it, they also hurriedly followed.

Song Chengyi put her on the bed and came out, just when he met Qiao Zhilan: "Xiao Yi, what's wrong with Ling Ning?" Isn't it ...... to go home?"

"No, Mom, do you still have brown sugar at home?"

As soon as Aunt Lu heard it, she knew what was going on: "Yes, I'm going to boil it, I'm putting two slices of ginger, and the effect will come faster." ”

Qiao Zhilan also thought of it: "Then I won't go in, let Ningning have a good rest, you haven't eaten yet, right?" I'll make some millet porridge and serve it to her later. ”

After drinking the warm brown sugar ginger tea, she was fed a bowl of glutinous millet porridge by Song Chengyi, Wan Ning felt much more comfortable, and after a while, a warm flow came out, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, it was good to come out, and it wouldn't hurt anymore.

Song Chengyi settled her to sleep, and went to her father's study, and her mother happened to be sitting in the study to read.

Seeing his son come in, Song Guoqiang took off his glasses: "Xiao Yi, come and sit down, my appointment has come down, and Eleven has officially joined the National Archives." Your eldest brother also has good news, in this flood fighting work, he performed outstandingly, gave full play to the ability of a leader, and many things were arranged in an orderly manner, and the superiors decided to promote him to the deputy mayor's secretary exceptionally. ”

Hearing these two news, the corners of Song Chengyi's mouth couldn't help but rise, the Song family is getting better and better.

Qiao Zhilan interrupted: "Oh, the matter of your two masters, I'll talk about it later, Xiao Yi, you take Ning Ning back to the Mu family, what is the attitude of the people of the Mu family?" ”

"Yes, yes, tell us quickly, I just saw you come back with Wanning on your back, is she angry at home and feeling uncomfortable?"

Qiao Zhilan glanced at her man unhappily: "Ning Ning's body is uncomfortable, and when she gives birth to a child in the future, she will be better." ”

Seeing his parents' anxious looks, Song Chengyi narrated his experience in the Mu family.

When the husband and wife heard this, they felt very uncomfortable: "This lemon is really pitiful, how can there be such parents in the world." By the way, with the Mu family's attitude, has Ningning's account not been transferred? This is Qiao Zhilan's main concern.

"Turned, I directly said that her household registration book was lost, and then the army's certificates were complete, and there was no department to embarrass us."

Qiao Zhilan listened, but breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good, let's send Xiaozhi to Pingjing to go to college tomorrow, or you and Ning Ning together, get the certificate, in the future, Ning Ning will be the child of my Song family." ”