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Another day of May.

In the garden, the flowers are blooming, white as snow;

Campanula is also lush, and it opens just right, large and large bright yellow, brilliant and pleasant.

Bright yellow, snow-white ... The petals of gold and silver are covered with cobblestone paths.

Zhen Yi walked barefoot and walked on the soft and bumpy petal road, counting while walking: "... 697,698,699,700 ... Okay"

Yange also carried her flat shoes in her hand, stopped when she heard the words, took her to a bench on the side, squatted down to wear shoes for her, and picked up the petals on her feet. She backed back itchy and giggled.

Five months pregnant, her feet were slightly swollen. He held her feet and massaged her gently and gently. Zhen Yi could not help but whine comfortably, shrinking her neck lazily.

She bent her lips comfortably and looked up at the sky. The sky in May was azure and azure blue, and suddenly a light purple petal floated across it, falling down swayingly and falling on Yan's hair.

It is jacaranda, gentle and faint purple, crystal clear.

Zhen Yi trance remembered that when the blue flower was blooming last year, she suddenly wanted to give Yange a baby.

Being pregnant is not that easy.

The four-flowered dogwoods all bear fruit, red and heavy, and yellow-clear loquat, chubby pomegranate ... autumn is here, it is the harvest season.

But there was no baby in her stomach.

At first, saying "Welcome Yanying Ning Children" was just a flirtation, but their kindness and intimacy passed, month by month, and month after month, and they never waited for the unexpected surprise.

Zhen Yi was anxious, especially when he saw the birth of his good friend Si Gui's little boy, and the little one slept in the nursery bed, and it was so cute.

That day, when she came out of the hospital, she bulged and said to Yange: "Si Gui's doll is so cute, and I want one too."

Yan Yan rubbed her head and replied, "Now let it go."

But Zhen Yi was so worried that after marriage, Yanjia's grandparents must be staring at her belly. But she hasn't moved, she even began to wonder if the disease that caused her amnesia also caused any harm to her body, and it was not suitable for the baby to live in.

She didn't seem to have any movement on the surface, and she usually behaved in a safe manner. But when it came to the suspected ovulation period, she fluttered at him like a kitten in estrus.

Where Yange didn't notice her weird behavior, the storm was still, but she secretly noticed that she soon discovered the pregnancy test stick in the trash. His heart hurt slightly.

In fact, he asked the doctor privately that Zhen Yi's physical injury was too serious to be suitable for conception.

He doesn't mind, but he knows she minds; if she one day learns that her hard work will not be exchanged for a child ... he can imagine that she will always be sad in silence.

That day, it was Lidong.

Yan turned off the bathroom lights, and when she returned to the steps, Zhen Yi curled up on the big red bed, motionless. She forgot to close the door of the terrace, and the wind of late autumn and early winter blew in, lifting the red gauze curtain, and the chill hit the people.

Her little white face shrank on the red pillow, her eyes opened blankly, quiet and lost.

He used to close the door on the patio, and the stars were bright in the late autumn night.

The movement of the wooden door closed made her recover, realizing that he had come over after taking a shower, and after turning around, she changed her smile and took the quilt and sat up: "Hello!"

"Well." He responded softly, lifted the gauze and sat down on the bed, lifting the quilt and hugging her to sleep.

When the lights were turned off, the moonlight was very good. A beam of light was cast from the glass patio under the steps and shone on the green grass. The little fish slowly swimed in the fish tank.

He fell into the bed, buried his head between her necks, silently.

This made Zhen Yi surprised and surprised. She had never felt such a tired and weak breath. She slowly hugged him into her arms, her heart softened, and he whispered to his cheek, "What's wrong?" ? "

"There are some tricky things at work," he said, helpless, holding her waist tightly, murmuring, "I met a few children with autism. I was thinking ..."

Zhen Yi knocked: "What do you want?"

"Zhen Yi, I'm worried about whether our little baby will have ... I'm afraid I'm not ready, how to take care of it to deal with its coming." At this moment, he was thankful that he had not told her that he was suffering from Asperger syndrome is different from autism.

Zhen Yi was stunned and blinked, ah, is he stressed?

This, she had never thought about it.

"And ..." he said, "You are studying law hard and you are going to open a studio. You are so busy that we have not enough time to get along."

? ?

Zhen Yi opened her eyes wide, thinking for a moment, and realized that she was sweet. She couldn't help laughing: "Oh, you are jealous. I can't think of it."

Of course she couldn't think of it. On weekdays, he seemed to die indifferently and calmly, but he didn't expect such possessiveness in his heart.

She died happily, her mouth shriveled, and her heart was so sweet and sweet: "Then do n’t have a baby, how good we two are. Otherwise, your mind is on the baby, and I will be jealous."

She got into his arms and giggled.

And he, touching her cheek, bent the corner of her lips lightly; in her heart, she finally sighed with relief.

Now, Zhen Yi has long understood that his words were just to transfer the pressure of the problem of "baby" from her to him.

Yange had put her shoes on, looked up and cleared her eyes, saying, "Today's steps are relatively small."

In the past, taking 700 steps, I walked Xiaoyuanzi around. But today is still a short cut.

Zhen Yi touched her chubby belly, her eyes were curved and she was very happy: "Because the baby is heavier, haha."

"Also." He palmed her belly gently and said softly, "It's hard."

"You are so good to me, where can I work hard?" She squinted with a smile.

He also smiled faintly and took her hand, because the mood was pleasant, and he raised his eyebrows inadvertently during his speech, and his beautiful face seemed to move more and more.

"Uh." She nodded vigorously.

In fact, after pregnancy, her mood fluctuated greatly. Sometimes unhappy for no reason, sometimes sad somehow, and sometimes angry.

No matter how fluctuating her emotions are, her words are always gentle and accommodating, soothing her again and again.

As the baby in the stomach grows up, sleeping becomes particularly hard.

Zhen Yi can no longer sleep with her teeth pawed like before, there is a little guy in her stomach, it is uncomfortable to sleep; once, with the ball on her stomach, she ca n’t sleep, sleepy, but insomnia. Anxious almost cried.

At two o'clock in the morning, Yan Ge got up and gave her warm milk.

She deflated her mouth and leaned back on the bed in frustration and pity. When he handed the glass to her palm, the warm feeling spread to her heart, she didn't know what to do, her emotions surged up, and her tears fell down.

"Isn't it hard?" He wiped her tears with her thumb, her eyes clear, with distress and pity.

With a sharp lip, Jin Doudou slammed down.

In fact, her hard work is accompanied by him, she is insomnia, he will not fall asleep; otherwise, there will be no faint shadow under his eyes.

He gently wiped her tears: "I didn't expect it to be so hard. When it is born, don't need a baby anymore."

"No." She kicked him gently. "I want to have many children with you."

He bent his lips: "Then drink milk first."

"Well." She took the cup and drank milk happily; while he looked down and saw her feet kicking on his legs, it seemed to be swollen again, so she slowly massaged her, rubbed her feet, and put She massaged her leg again.

The ironing and force of his palm penetrated into her heart a little through her feet.

So warm.

She babbled, and finally felt comfortable all over before lying down contentedly. But this movement, she suddenly felt the baby in her stomach kicked her.

Boom.

Zhen Yi was stunned, his back stiff.

Thinking that she was uncomfortable, she came over immediately to help her: "How?"

Zhen Yi opened her eyes wide and didn't answer. After waiting a second, the little guy moved again. She immediately grabbed Yan's hand on her stomach and rejoiced: "The baby kicked me."

The expression was a bit stunned. Her hand was grabbed by her and attached to her soft belly. After a moment of silence, a short kick came from the baby, which was kicking in his palm and knocked into the heart.

Just one or two times, the little life went to sleep peacefully.

Well, the family is pregnant ...

A few months later, Zhen Yi's fluctuating emotional storm finally passed, but another strange emotion occupied her mind.

I don't know if it's the hormones in the second trimester. Whenever she sees him, she wants to throw him down and cross him.

As the baby grew older, it was inconvenient for her to take a bath. All of them said that she washed her and hugged her to the bed, and then went to wash herself.

For Zhen Yi, this time is really tough. Sitting in the bath, watching him with a handsome face, and a clear heart, bathing her without a trace of eroticism (touching her again), Zhen Yi was very itchy and impatient, but he didn't respond at all;

Sitting on the bed, I heard the sound of running water in the bathroom and imagined that he was standing under the shower and flushing under the shower. She was about to bleed nose. Wish to roll and yell in bed.

Words came out of the bathroom, wiped her hair with a bath towel, and turned her head to see her kneeling on the bed, her eyes like a cheetah, staring straight at him.

Her gaze swept him from top to bottom, her black hair was wet, her face was white and fair, her eyes seemed to stick to the water vapor in the bathroom, her wet black was so clear; hum, innocently seduce people.

Well, the bathrobe was not tight, and a few drops of water slipped down the tight skin of the chest.

She licked her lips, well, she had slept him countless times, knowing what kind of scenery it was down to, a tight but strong waist, slender legs, and there ...

Her eyes stared brightly under his waist, and the white bathrobe was useless. She seemed to see inside ...

She swallowed drastically, grunting, and was particularly crisp in a quiet room. Only the occasional cuckoo outside the window could match it.

Speech: "..."

After all, he wiped off the water droplets on his hair, walked to the bed, opened the curtain, and listened to her righteously said:

"I want to sleep with you!"

Finally, add a sentence: "Sleep means, xxoo."

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