Tyrant Pampering Wife Diary

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Ji Ying's finger was placed on his wrist for a long time. Song Song finished asking, and when he saw that he was still silent, he was a little uncertain.

He and Li Xiao worked so hard at that time, they couldn't, or was it fruitless?

He said: "Mr. Ji?"

Ji Ying looked back, stood up in a trance, and moved her hands around in her medicine chest, not knowing what she was touching.

Song Song was in a hurry, and Zhuo came over with soft shoes and said, "Mr. Is it because he is not skilled, can't he diagnose?"

"Nonsense!" Ji Ying finally recovered, and said, "It's just your pulse...it's so rare, I have to be sure."

"Have you never seen it, or do you think it shouldn't appear on me?"

Ji Ying met his eyes and felt that his various views were to be subverted. He honestly said: "It appears to you... It is too awkward and too scary."

His face was pale and still a little unacceptable, but Song Song deduced his pulse from his words. He couldn't help but smile, with a little warmth and calmness in his expression, Ji Ying swallowed Swallowing: "You, you just accepted yourself... the joyous fact?"

"It's really joyful!" Listening to him, Song Song was even happier. He was very happy and reserved as much as possible. "I'm naturally happy to be able to give birth to the prince."

"..." Ji Ying looked at him with an indescribable expression in surprise and surprise. It wouldn't be inconsistent if he put it on any woman, but Song Song was a man!

Song Song said nothing, and suddenly thought of something: "Will the medicine I took two days ago hurt the child?"

Ji Ying reluctantly allowed herself to accept Song Song's calm attitude and said, "Then I will re-open the prescription according to your body, but... Would you like to tell me why you can be happy?"

Song Song smiled and said, "Because Song Ge gave me a holy medicine to change my physique, then I was sent to the prince."

"Where did he get this medicine?"

"I don't know this." Song Song's thoughts were obviously not here for a while. He turned to the table excitedly, and Ji Ying followed him, and he felt Song Song was a magical man more and more. He asked, "What are you doing?" "

"I want to draw some clothes and design them to be worn by children."

Looking at his serious expression, Ji Ying suddenly fell into the ground with his body: "It's not that I said, how did you tell the prince about this matter? He...t he can accept you, are you happy?"

Song Song paused, the ink slipped down the nib, and a dark mark fainted on the paper. He said: "Since it is a happy event, the prince will naturally be happy."

"Then what do you think people in the house will think of you? If this is passed on, how should you manage yourself?"

A man’s pregnancy is tantamount to shocking the world. Would it be said that Song Song is a monster? Are Song Song worried?

Ji Ying seemed to be stuffed with a piece of cotton in his heart, and he couldn't breathe. He thought about it and felt that he was going to be depressed and dead.

Song Song said: "I and the prince are married. There are children who deserve it. There is nothing in this world that a woman can do, but a man cannot. Since I am already like this, why should I care about the opinions of others? Again, it is just public opinion. Only, the prince has been crazy for so many years, and now he can stay awake in front of me, and I am not sure, this child is also a miracle like this matter?"