By the time Ouyang Han came over, Xia Qing and Si Mengqi's class had just finished.

Ouyang Han is tall and big, but he has a small book under his arm, which doesn't fit his figure at all, which looks a little funny.

"What is this?" Si Mengqi stared at this small book, which was obviously not in line with his painting style.

Ouyang Han took it and handed it to her.

"Take more walks with your beloved wife and make her laugh more. Balanced nutrition, one large and one small must be ensured. Massage my beloved wife often to prevent edema ......"

I memorized a lot of bits and pieces, and in such a short time, I actually filled several pages, what a competent father.

However, Si Mengqi knows very well that the doctors who trained them will only say what they need you to do with your wife more, as for the word "beloved wife", it is completely his own understanding.

Her eyes were hot, and after she became pregnant, she became more and more sentimental.

Especially Ouyang Han's actions, the more she was moved, the more scared she became.

She owes too much, she can't afford it, and she doesn't want it.

Before getting out of the car, Xia Qing glanced at Si Mengqi, Si Mengqi nodded, no matter how unbearable she was, she would remember Xia Qing's advice!

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Since the popularity of the Olympiad has passed, in recent days, Xia Qing has completely returned to the life of a normal high school student, brushing questions, exercising, and preparing for the college entrance examination.

Apart from...... She doesn't practice anymore because every time she sings, she gets more and more disheartened.

Apart from...... After school, she would habitually walk to the singing and dancing club, but when she walked to the door, she realized that she had gone wrong, and she was no longer a member of the singing and dancing club.

Leaning against the wall slightly, looking inside through the glass, it is clear that there is only one layer apart, but it seems to be forcibly separated from the two worlds.

She could only watch silently, not having the courage to go in.

One evening, Si Muqing was at work, she was reading, one person occupied one place, did not interfere with each other, but from time to time they would look at each other, just the existence of the other party, it would make the heart extra comfortable and peaceful, this is their most leisurely way of love, like the sweetness of the love period mixed with a trace of old husband and wife habits.

As for Uncle Mo and Han Yizhen, they were in the kitchen, but Uncle Mo's voice came from time to time.

"Chop vegetables, I'll just come, you cut your hands carefully."

"Cover the pot, I'll come, you be careful of the oil spilling on your hands."

Han Yizhen was angry and funny, "Didn't I come to the kitchen just to help you?" You won't let me do this, you won't let me do that, what's more, how did I survive without you for so many years? ”

Mo Chi stared at her expressionlessly for a long time, but his eyes were rippling, and he said faintly, "It is precisely because you have suffered too much over the years that God sent me here." ”

An atheist would say such a thing.

Han Yizhen looked at him in a daze, not only moved, but also afraid to move.

"The smoke is a little choking, so I'll go out first." She sniffed, and just as she walked out, someone rang the doorbell, she thought it was Mo Jin and his wife next door, so she hurriedly walked over, and opened the door-

"Who are you?"

Hearing the voice, Xia Qing looked over and exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle Deng, Aunt Jiang." ”

Deng Yuan pretended to be angry and said, "If you haven't come to see us for so long, then we can only come to you." ”

Let's talk about the past, Xia Qing will go over every once in a while, look at Jiang Liutong, and ask about singing and writing songs by the way.