Ding Baoyi is watching the scene.

From her point of view, I can see the urgency and sincerity of words and sentences.

She really wants to keep this child. Her eyes can't deceive people.

Qiao Zhen nodded. "You just have to be obedient to me. Don't eat hassles. This child will be born smoothly and smoothly, and you won't be born as hard as your mother."

Smell the words.

The words read suddenly a Zheng.

"Aunt Qiao, how do you know my mother's dystocia?"

"Xiaojiang said. He seriously discussed this issue with me. He was afraid that you would have a hard time giving birth. Several times, he told me that he would not consider giving birth to your child, but only let me prescribe some herbs to replenish your qi and blood. I told him that it was OK. I assured him that he was stubborn with me for a long time. He was stubborn like a donkey. I didn't say it on my mouth. In fact, he prescribed herbs with birth. I know you want children. "

“……”

His nose is red.

He never let her touch those herbs at home. He cooks them all by himself. Even if he is busy, he should come by himself.

"It's three poisons. If you make a mistake, you can't do it."

He always said that to her so seriously.

"Aunt Qiao, please don't tell him about my pregnancy first."

"Why?"

"I've had a little trouble with him recently. I'll have to deal with him, or I'll have to deal with it later."

"Hahaha, there is no conflict between husband and wife. I think it's usually you who are charming. He lets you everywhere."

"Yes, it's my turn to let him go."

The speech reads to smile a way, the corner of the mouth is actually to spread bitterness.

"Let him do this once. Everything will be OK after the baby is born. I hope this baby is a son. I think the boy is easy to support."

At the mention of her son's topic, Qiao Zhen's eyes suddenly darkened.

"The son is not easy to support..."

The old lady in her sixties opened her mouth in a muffled voice.

"I was so resistant to western medicine because Western medicine abused antibiotics and killed my son. I went to the hospital to ask for a story, but no one explained it to me. Do you know why I care more about your body than anyone else?"

"Why?"

"Because of Xiaojiang."

Joe sighed, his yellow eyes glistening with tears.

"That kid doesn't know how to be so smart. I can't get justice for my son. He helped me to get justice. He asked the bad doctor who killed my son to come to me face to face and kneel down to apologize to me."

"I don't hate western medicine as much as I did when I untied this knot."

"Xiaojiang also helped my son rebuild his tomb."

"My son always said that he wanted to be buried in Pingan pavilion after he died. He said that he liked the cherry blossoms in full bloom there. The large pieces were very beautiful."

"How expensive a tomb is in Ping'an Pavilion. I can't afford it. I thought about saving up for a few years to buy a decent cemetery and bury my son."

"This wish is realized by Xiaojiang."

Qiao Zhen said with a smile and a clear relief in her tone.

"That kid knows the old man's mind so well that he helps me with all the things I can't do."

"I also know that good is mutual. If he helps me fulfill my wish, I will have to treat your body well. If I don't treat you well, I feel guilty and treat him as well as you."

"But most of it is for him."

Qiao Zhen clapped the hand that clapped the speech to read and said with great emphasis.

"Have a good time with him. He loves you so much that he wants to make you happy."