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After vomiting, Song Wanyue sat on the sofa and drank water.

My stomach was still cramping and twitching slightly. The nausea and vomiting feeling came in waves and was very unreasonable.

"No, just nausea."

It's been several days.

Yun Wei thought about it and was not sure: "Seeing how you are now, you should listen to Duan Baiting and go to the hospital for a check-up."

Song Wanyue's face was full of worry when she mentioned the hospital, but it would be more worrying if she continued like this, so she nodded.

They spent a few days on vacation in a villa in the dense forest.

I originally planned to go hiking and then camp directly on the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise. But Duan Baiting was worried about Song Wanyue's health, so he didn't go.

Stay with her in the villa to recuperate.

He took care of her every step of the way, and Song Wanyue teased him that she was almost becoming her personal maid.

Duan Baiting was in no mood to joke with her. His eyes were heavy with worry and heartache: "If it keeps on like this, I'll have to go see her."

-

The kitchen had been cooking soup for a few days, all of which were light and non-greasy, in order to take care of her stomach.

Duan Baiting watched over her every day and would not feel at ease until he saw that she had finished eating everything.

Seeing him like this, Song Wanyue stopped being willful, nodded, lowered her head and took a sip from the spoon he brought to her mouth. "I know."

He put down the bowl and held her in his arms.

It's rare for her to be so obedient.

"I called the driver and will go back today." She

had recovered a lot under his careful care these days. Song Wanyue shook the empty bowl in her hand: "I drank it all. Actually, it's nothing."

He coaxed her softly: "You have to go and see. What if there is a root of the disease left behind."

Duan Baiting is actually not a person who is good at coaxing people. He always keeps his word and is a natural controller. He always needs to bend down and say all the nice things.

But it's different now. He coaxes her like he would a child.

You have to go along with everything, but the little guy is willful and stubborn, and he gets angry at any time.

We set off in the afternoon and arrived in the evening.

Aunt Qin had just laid down when she heard the sound and came out putting on her coat.

Song Wanyue came into the room yawning, looking like she had just woken up, with messy hair.

He was still wearing Duan Baiting's coat on his shoulders.

Seeing Aunt Qin, she greeted her with a smile: "Aunt Qin, why haven't you slept yet?"

Aunt Qin came forward to look at her: "Why do you look a little haggard?"

She pouted: "I'm not used to the climate in the mountains. I won't go there anymore."

Aunt Qin looked worried and nodded: "No, no, it's a rare day off. I'll suffer if I go there."

She was really sleepy. She had just slept for a while in the car and felt like she was still asleep.

"Then I'll go to rest first. Good night, Aunt Qin."

Aunt Qin nodded and didn't want her to stay any longer: "Good night."

-

Duan Baiting originally planned to take Song Wanyue to the hospital the next day, but she got better after she came back, and all the symptoms of nausea and vomiting disappeared.

Plus, she looks sleepy every day.

No matter how Duan Baiting coaxed her, she refused to move, let alone get out of bed.

Duan Baiting had no choice but to call his private doctor to give her a general examination.

As the weather gets colder, the length of day and night changes.

Song Wanyue looked at the dark sky outside the window. Aunt Qin, who was sitting next to her on the sofa, started her annual autumn and winter routine.

——Knitting a sweater.

Her granddaughter is almost three years old. Children of this age grow fast, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

I'm afraid she can't knit sweaters as fast as she grows, so she has to knit bigger ones.

The wool is expertly wrapped around the hands and then wrapped around the knitting needles.

Song Wanyue had actually thought about learning to knit sweaters from Aunt Qin before, but after she started, she decisively gave up.

I am quite self-aware and I realize that I am not that kind of person at all.

Xiao Huan took the puppies to the adoptive family's home early in the morning. The Shiba Inu she raised, Wangwang, gave birth to a litter of puppies a few days ago, which should be a cross between a Shiba Inu and a Corgi.

The house is big enough, and there is also an empty yard, so she can actually raise all the animals there.

But she felt it was too tiring to support so many people. Moreover, just because the employer was easy to talk to, it didn't mean she could accept this good deal with peace of mind.

After all, she was just a helper at home, and she was already very grateful that she could keep Wangwang at home.

The dogs were given away, and there was only one small one left, which was a little ugly, so no one wanted it.

Song Wanyue saw it and teased it with her fingers: "Then let me raise it, I will take care of it."

Xiaohuan's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Song Wanyue smiled: "I have raised a dog before, although it was a schnauzer."

Hearing her say this, Xiaohuan's uneasy heart finally settled down.

She herself wanted to keep one puppy at home, for she was afraid that if she gave all the others away, the dogs would be sad.

Now, although the dog was left by Song Wanyue, it is still at home.

--It

is unknown what the private doctor said to Duan Baiting upstairs. After seeing him off, Duan Baiting had a complicated expression.

He walked over and sat down next to Song Wanyue: "Have you felt uncomfortable anywhere else these days?"

Song Wanyue leaned into his arms and her voice softened: "Is I sleepy."

He hugged her from behind, his arms around her waist, his big hands holding her hands: "Do you want to go upstairs to sleep or just lie here for a while?"

"Just lie here. I'm too lazy to move." She rubbed her in his arms and adjusted her position.

Duan Baiting was actually hesitating about how to tell her.

The doctor just said that she might be pregnant, and she needs to go to the hospital for a more comprehensive examination.

After listening to this, Duan Baiting was stunned for a long time.

It was rare for him to lose control of himself like this. It was a strange and complicated feeling that he couldn't tell.

My first reaction was self-blame, not happiness.

It turned out that the physical discomfort she had been experiencing these days was caused by him.

After a long silence, he confirmed one last time that he had heard correctly: "Are you sure?"

The doctor nodded: "Based on the current examination, it is indeed the case."

Loss of appetite, nausea, and drowsiness.

Duan Baiting placed his hand carefully on her lower abdomen, which was still flat even through her pajamas.

There is no excess fat and no bulge at all.

"Song Wanyue."

He called her name, his voice very soft. It seemed as if he was afraid of waking her up, and he took great care of her.

She didn't wake up, but moved in his arms reflexively and whispered softly, "Hmm?"

He pushed aside her scattered long hair and lowered his head to kiss her earlobe.

The voice was like a vine, entangling her little by little.

"Let's check it out tomorrow," he said.

Legend has it that there live in the sea a creature with a fish tail and a human body, and their voices can bewitch people.

Song Wanyue was sleeping soundly and felt that she was bewitched by the voice.

She nodded and answered simply, "Okay."

So the next day, she showed up at the hospital.

The inspection went smoothly all the way and the results came out very quickly. Song Wanyue looked at the examination report in a daze for a long time.

She was sitting in the car and said ten minutes ago that she was hungry and wanted to eat rice balls. And it has to be the kind from a convenience store.

Duan Baiting usually doesn't allow her to eat this kind of frozen fast food.

In the past, she could still listen to it, but now she can't stand it at all. She wants to eat something immediately.

Duan Baiting had no choice but to get off the car to buy it.

There is one right opposite the hospital.

Song Wanyue read the report again and again, but was a little slow to react.

She didn't object and just let things take their course. She had thought about this matter before.

It's just a little... I don't know how to describe it.

To be honest, I feel happy. That's not bad. To be honest, I'm not sad.

She took out her phone, took a picture and sent it to Shizuka.

——Did you see anything?

Shizuka came back quickly.

——A new manicure?

Song Wanyue looked at the photo she had sent, and the thumb of the hand holding the report was in the photo.

——......

——I asked you to look at the report card and see what kind of manicure it was.

I haven't received any messages on my phone for a long time, and I don't know if she can understand it.

After all, although this person has a rich love history, he is as inexperienced as she is in this regard.

Duan Baiting opened the car door and came in. In addition to the heated rice ball, he also had a bottle of heated milk in his hand.

He handed them to her together: "I asked the doctor, and some people's appetites get worse or better after pregnancy. I'll ask Aunt Qin to make you some soup in the evening. Or is there anything else you want to eat?"

Song Wanyue shook her head, took two bites of the rice ball, and said she couldn't eat anymore, so she stuffed it into his hand, "You eat it."

Duan Baiting glanced at the rice ball in his hand, rewrapped it in the outer packaging, and was about to put it aside.

Song Wanyue stared at him: "You eat it."

Duan Baiting paused: "Huh?"

She curled her lips: "I don't know why, I just suddenly want to see you eat it."

The doctor told him that after pregnancy, due to the influence of progesterone, pregnant women's moods will fluctuate greatly, and he should go with the flow as much as possible.

Duan Baiting parked the car on the side of the road and ate the remaining rice balls.

This was his first time eating it, so naturally he wasn't used to it.

But when Song Wanyue asked him how it tasted, he nodded and said it was delicious.

Song Wanyue smiled and boasted without any modesty: "It shows that I have good taste."

The phone finally received a response, and Shizuka sent a series of exclamation marks.

——! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

——No way, is it true or false? Do uncle and aunt know about this?

Song Wanyue then remembered that she had not told her parents yet.

It was so sudden that she felt it was unreal. Even after the examination, she still asked Duan Baiting to buy a box of pregnancy test strips.

I went to the bathroom and tested it again.

Only after seeing the two bars above did she accept this reality.

The mood is somewhat complicated, but also quite novel. After all, it's my first pregnancy.

At the same time, I am very distressed.

"What if the child looks like you?"

Duan Baiting was rubbing her ankle. She just said she was tired from walking.

Hearing her words, he didn't stop his hands and smiled: "Isn't it good to be like me?"

Song Wanyue leaned forward and moved closer to him.

He held his chin with one hand and with the other he pinched his chin, lifting his face.

He looked him up and down with a scrutinizing look.

His bones are three-dimensional, his eyebrows and eyes are gentle, but his eyes are too deep, giving people an unpredictable chill.

"No, it's not good. If you're cold and detached, it's hard to find friends."

He laughed: "Then we can only pray that he/she will be more like you."

She still looked embarrassed: "It's not good to be like me. I'm too popular and it's very distressing. But you definitely can't understand this kind of pain."

While praising herself, she had to belittle him at the end.

Duan Baiting nodded, seeming to agree with her words: "Then let 's compromise."

Seeing how serious he was, Song Wanyue burst out laughing.

The hand that was pinching his chin stroked his cheek: "I was just teasing you, but you took it seriously."

Duan Baiting put on her shoes, washed his hands, and then came out.

He sat down next to her and held her in his arms.

"I'll finish the work on hand in a few days and accompany you back to Shanghai."

She didn't react for a moment: "What for?"

Duan Baiting bent his head and kissed her ear, his movements were very careful, as if he was treating a fragile piece of porcelain.

A little force will break it.

His arms were around her slender waist, his palms gently caressing her lower abdomen.

"Stay there for a few days."

Song Wanyue looked back in his arms: "But you are so busy with work."

He replied lightly: "Work is not important."

"You were not like this before."

"Before?" Duan Baiting's voice was low, a bit like he was accusing someone. But his tone was smiling, "You used to have friends and colleagues around you, and you had dinner with them five days a week. It was never my turn."

Perhaps it was because Song Wanyue's image of him had always been that of an omnipotent person.

Strong and without weaknesses. So even though he spoke to her in such a somewhat aggrieved voice, it was difficult for her to understand his mood at the time.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems so.

Apart from work, he actually has little social interaction, and even with Shang Heng and others, it is only for profit.

But I am different. Even if I come to a completely unfamiliar city, I can still expand my social circle.

Not to mention the dinner parties that take place every now and then.

And never take him with you.

Song Wanyue finally realized that she seemed to have neglected him countless times.

Duan Baiting hugged her, wrapping her in all directions with the cool sandalwood masculine scent.

Speaking in a gentle tone.

"I want you to rely on me a little more, even if it's just for these nine months."