Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Mo Qingcheng refused to answer his questions because she didn't brush her teeth and had a smelly mouth.

"A bit petty." Wenshui looked at her and said, looking at the cute little kid, but in fact it was not simple. Those beautiful eyes were turning and looking very cunning.

"Let's go play." Wenshui put her down.

When she saw Mo Qingcheng, she turned around and ran away, her pigtails swung high and humming an unknown tune.

"Wenshui." Feng Tianjing's voice sounded. Wenshui's waist was straight. He didn't expect her to come. He turned around silently and saw her standing in front of him.

"Han Changqing's situation doesn't look right. Come with me and take a look." Feng Tianjing said.

Although she was in confinement, something happened to Mo Yangxue, and she couldn't sit still, so she could only run out. Unexpectedly, as soon as she arrived at the hospital, she heard Feng Wu say that Han Changqing started in the morning, and something was not right.

"He is strong and strong, what can happen to him?" Wenshui said.

But he couldn't help but followed her, turned a corner, and came to the lounge.

Hearing Han Changqing's deep breathing, he pushed the door open and went in. As expected, he saw that Han Changqing's face was not very good. Feng Wu stood by his side and asked worriedly: "How do you feel now?"

"It's not very comfortable." Han Changqing felt waves of discomfort, which was even more unbearable than when he was shot and injured.

He groaned, looked at Wenshui, sat up, and said, "Wenshui, I'm afraid I'm poisoned."

"What did you eat?" Wenshui asked.

Han Changqing fell silent and said in a deep voice: "I ate some last night and it's all digested. I'm just sick now. It's really uncomfortable, with waves of pain."

"It's not like having diarrhea, but my body is reacting," Han Changqing said.

He has never been in this situation before, and he can't explain it now.

Wenshui checked him, touched his chin, stared at him and said, "Your situation is indeed very strange."

"You lie down and rest first, and I'll give you some medicine to take." Wenshui said.

Feng Wu and Feng Tianjing stood there, looking at Han Changqing holding his abdomen, sweating on his forehead in pain, groaning, and whispering: "It's so damn uncomfortable, it feels like there are bugs crawling in my stomach."

"You're not going to give birth, are you?" Feng Tianjing listened, inexplicably feeling that she felt the same way before giving birth.

It's just that Han Changqing hasn't been pregnant for too long, so why does she look like this?

"Giving birth? Is he going to have a baby?" Feng Wu was a calm woman, but she was also frightened at this moment.

She had never heard of a man giving birth to a child. There had been so many things going on recently that she had forgotten about it and just assumed that Han Changqing had a belly after drinking too much.

Who would have expected that Han Changqing would sacrifice so much for her.

"What should I do now? What should I do?" Feng Wu panicked for a moment.

She had never been in such a hurry, and at this moment, facing the arrival of a new life, she was caught off guard and didn't know what to do.

"You're really good at timing. Mo Yangxue just had a car accident. Why do you think he's about to give birth?" Feng Tianjing despised Han Changqing and felt that he was too happy to join in the fun.

Han Changqing felt unbearable abdominal pain. When he heard them say "I'm about to give birth," he felt like he was struck by thunder.

Although I had been prepared for it, I was still shocked when I heard it.

"How could it be?" Han Changqing propped up his body, took a deep breath, looked at their worried eyes, and whispered, "I'm here to help you, not to cause trouble."

"I believe the same is true for my child. Even if I give birth, I will find a way to put him back." Han Changqing said firmly.

Facing the so-called giving birth, there was no such word in his dictionary.