Pregnancy was harder than Jiang Mian imagined.

In the middle of the night, he would cry because of leg cramps and pain that he couldn't sleep, and Ji Zhixiu didn't notice it at first.

Until one time he woke up in the middle of the night and saw the little girl with her back to him.

He pulled Jiang Mian's shoulders over to take a look, and saw that she was crying with red eyes.

Ji Zhixiu panicked at that time, and he couldn't say what he felt in his heart.

Jiang Mian slowed down for a while, and waited for the energy to pass before he sobbed and said to him, "I don't want to give birth."

Ji Zhixiu didn't hesitate, "Then I won't be born."

As long as you don't cry, it's easy to say anything.

Jiang Mian was so angry with him that he burst into tears and laughed, "It's all so big, why don't you give birth? If he had found out, he would have blamed you."

Ji Zhixiu was very serious, "Blame me."

He lifted the quilt, and his bony hands kneaded Jiang Mian's calves to relieve her discomfort.

Jiang Mian slowly stopped his tears.

Under the light, the man's serious half side face is particularly charming.

The deer in her heart danced happily, and Jiang Mian murmured, "Husband......"

"Huh? Not satisfied with this strength?" He asked, looking down.

"I love you so much." She said suddenly.

Ji Zhixiu was stunned, raised his head, and frowned lightly: "Do you love me by doing this?" That's what a husband should do, you know?"

Jiang Mian took out a piece of paper to wipe his tears, and his heart was moved and funny. What, people just feel it.

She snorted softly, "Okay, okay, I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat?"

"I don't know......" Jiang Mian choked up.

She just wants to eat.

Ji Zhixiu covered the quilt, got up and said, "I'll make it for you, you wait for me in the room."

Jiang Mian nodded, "Okay."

Then Ji Zhixiu went downstairs and found that there were two followers behind him.

One is Jiang Mian, and the other is dried fish.

Jiang Mian snorted and spoke before Ji Zhixiu said her, "I'm scared alone!"

Ji Zhixiu was silent for two seconds and brought her a chair.

So Jiang Mian sat at the door of the kitchen and watched the man cook.

Ji Zhixiu ordered her a bowl of clear soup noodles, and did not put green onions according to Jiang Mian's taste.

The moment it was served on the table, Jiang Mian glanced at it, and his tone was very aggrieved: "Why don't you put green onions? Everyone else has green onions underneath them, so they look good."

Ji Zhixiu gave up the struggle, respected her change in taste, cut a little green onion and sprinkled it.

Jiang Mian was satisfied and ate cleanly.

It was already half past two in the night.

Jiang Mian finally became a little sleepy, and the two went to bed.

Jiang Mian got into his arms, and suddenly remembered that Ji Zhixiu would have a morning meeting tomorrow morning.

The tip of her nose was sore, and she couldn't help but want to cry again.

Tears fell one by one, and Jiang Mian spoke in a nasal voice, "I'm sorry...... You've got a meeting tomorrow morning."

Ji Zhixiu gently wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips, "Why are you crying again, what kind of apologies?"

The more he was like this, the more Jiang Mian wanted to cry, and he couldn't control it at all.

Even she was a little annoyed, and she sobbed, "Do you think I'm annoying?"

Ji Zhixiu understood her emotional changes very well, and Chang Qin specially gave him a few books about pregnant women, and he took the time to read them carefully.

"No, don't be cranky. Tell me where you feel uncomfortable, and don't hold it in your heart. The next time you can't sleep, just tell me, okay? Pregnancy is not your business alone, and it is my responsibility to help you bear it." Ji Zhixiu's eyes were filled with a faint distress, and his voice was extremely gentle in the silent night.

"I can move the meeting to the afternoon, it doesn't make any difference to me. Sleep, don't doubt yourself, don't think it's a burden on me, this is what I should do as your husband and as a father to my children, and I am willing to do it." Ji Zhixiu rested his chin on her forehead, and gently patted her back with his palm to soothe.

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It was too dark for Jiang Mian to see anything.

She could only feel the voice coming from overhead, which magically calmed her heart.

Emotions came and went quickly, Jiang Mian's eyelids moved, and he suddenly became sleepy.

Ji Zhixiu may have said something, but she didn't listen carefully.

She buried herself in his chest, closed her eyes and muttered, "I want to give birth to ......."

I don't want to give birth to him, it's just angry words, and giving birth to a child for him is also her willingness.

It's hard, but I don't regret it.

Ji Zhixiu thought for two seconds before he realized what she was talking about.

A heart suddenly softened and didn't like to speak.

How can she be so cute, how can he not love her like this.

......

Ji Heng is a good child, probably because he tossed Jiang Mian too much when he was pregnant, but it was extremely smooth when he was born.

Ji's mother knew that Jiang Mian wanted to be busy with work, so she took the initiative to apply to take her grandson.

Ji Zhixiu didn't agree or refuse, and when he came back, he asked Jiang Mian first: "If you don't feel at ease, let him follow me, and there is Aunt Song at home to help."

Jiang Mian hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "Bring it to your mother, wait a few years, I will reduce filming and bring it myself."

She has set herself a goal that by the age of 30, she hopes to win the Grand Slam award in the circle, and it doesn't matter if she doesn't.

She will return to her family.

Ji's mother wanted to take her grandson by hand, but Jiang Mian had no reason to refuse.

On the day Ji Heng was born, Ji's mother directly waved her hand and transferred all the shares of the company under her name to her grandson.

It's enough to see her love.

Hearing this, Ji Zhi bowed his head, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

After Jiang Mian gave birth, he was very busy at work.

The time when she gave birth to a baby and was in the circle did not affect her national popularity in the slightest.

Director Wang has been preparing the script of the Republic of China for so long, and he finally looked forward to her and Song Xingjia.

And Ji's mother loves Ji Heng very much, and she takes it wherever she goes, and she doesn't even let go of playing mahjong.

The entire Ji family was very lively because of his arrival.

So much so that after Ji Heng could speak, the first thing he said was "eight cylinders".

Ji's mother almost thought that she had misheard, but she immediately pushed the mahjong and held her grandson's face with a look of disbelief: "Hengbao, what did you just say? Would you like to hear it to grandma again?"

Hengbao's mouth was tightly closed, although he was still young, his face and Ji Zhixiu were like carved out of the same mold.

At a young age, he has already shown a little coldness.

Ji Mu was busy coaxing him, "Good Hengbao, did you just say eight cylinders?"

Although the sound just now was drowned in the sound of mahjong, Ji Mu still caught it, and she was sure that it must be Hengbao's voice.

Chang Mu next to her was almost stunned with laughter, "Shuhua, look at what Hengbao brought you, the first sentence actually said mahjong!"

"So you heard that, didn't you?" Hearing her say this, Ji Mu was even more sure that it was not her own delusion.

However, no matter how Ji Mu coaxed, Heng Bao no longer spoke, but Ji Mu had already decided that Heng Bao could speak.

She waved her hand again and again, her eyebrows were happy, "If you don't fight, don't fight, our Hengbao will be able to talk!"

The corners of Chang Mu's mouth twitched, "Well, if you don't fight, then I'll go home too!" Pick up my granddaughter from school!"

That night, Ji's mother told Jiang Mian the news.

Jiang Mian was on the set, taking time to read the script.

When receiving the video, Ji's mother said with her eyebrows dancing, and Hengbao was expressionless in front of the camera.

Jiang Mian was a little skeptical, could his son really speak? It doesn't look like it at all.

She whispered softly to the camera, "Hengbao, is it okay to call Mommy?"

Heng Bao stared at her without speaking.

Jiang Mian's brows furrowed slowly, and then he let go again.

Maybe my mother misheard.

It doesn't matter, Hengbao can't speak or be in a hurry, he's only two years old. Jiang Mian comforted himself.

Ji's mother carried Hengbao to the bed and pointed the mobile phone camera at him, "Hengbao, you talk to your mommy, grandma goes downstairs and pours a glass of water."

Hengbao nodded.

Watching her grandmother go out of the room, Hengbao couldn't bear to be disappointed in front of the camera, and suddenly said, "Mommy."

Jiang Mian was stunned for a moment, and when he reacted, tears appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his lips raised, "Hengbao...... Hengbao can really talk, baby is awesome!"

Her voice was soft, "Hengbao can speak, why didn't Grandma let you talk and you didn't?"

Hengbao pursed her lips and did not speak.

Jiang Mian couldn't cry or laugh when he saw this, and he couldn't wait to fly back and hug his son now.

At the same time, he was a little sour in his heart, and he couldn't be with his son for a long time, if it wasn't for Ji's mother to teach him, Hengbao wouldn't have said Mommy.

Jiang Mian coaxed him in a low voice: "Next time grandma talks to Hengbao, Hengbao helps Mommy make grandma happy, okay?"

Hengbao nodded, Daddy said, Mommy's words, you must listen.

Seeing that his son agreed, Jiang Mian's heart softened, "Good Hengbao, Mommy will be busy soon, and I will go back to see you when I am done."

Hengbao continued to nod.

Although Mommy is not by his side, Heng Bao does not have a better impression of her than Grandma.

Grandma always shows him Mommy's TV series when he is at home.

So whether Jiang Mian is in ancient costume or modern costume, Hengbao can recognize it at a glance.

And Ji Zhixiu would always come to see him four or five times a week, and every time he came over, in addition to playing with him, he was more on the side to mention Jiang Mian to him.

So much so that in Hengbao's little head, too many memories of Mommy have been stored.

Seeing that he agreed obediently, Jiang Mian wanted to say something.

But Director Wang next to him was already shouting, Jiang Mian looked at his son and said reluctantly, "Mommy has gone to work, Hengbao has to be obedient at home." Listen to grandma."

The words fell, and without waiting for Hengbao to respond, Jiang Mian hung up the video.

The costume teacher of the crew changed Jiang Mian's clothes, and saw tears in her eyes, "Why, Sister Mian hasn't come out of the play yet?"

Jiang Mian smiled slightly and said proudly, "My son can speak."

The costume teacher laughed, "No wonder."

She also had this pride of being a first-time mother.

Jiang Mian exhaled slowly, and suddenly there was strength in his heart again.

This scene was stuck for two days, and she knew how to shoot it.

"Hengbao, grandma made you milk powder, drink it and go to bed after drinking." Ji's mother came back with the bottle and saw that Hengbao had obediently gotten into the bed.

Hearing this, Hengbao got out of the bed, thinking of what Mommy had just said, Hengbao pursed her lips, and then said, "Thank you, grandma."

Ji Mu was stunned for a moment, and her eyes immediately became wet, "Ouch! Grandma's good Hengbao!"

She hugged Hengbao and kissed her forehead, "Grandma likes you so much! Grandma knows you can talk! Our Hengbao is the smartest!"

Ji's mother was overjoyed, "Hengbao doesn't have to say thank you to grandma, you know? Grandma loves Hengbao the most."

Hengbao's ears were crimson, and he didn't dare to move in Ji's mother's arms.

That's why he didn't dare to open his mouth easily, he couldn't resist his grandmother's enthusiasm!