MTL - Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated-Chapter 389 388: Two or three things during pregnancy, Fu Guoqing

  Chapter 389 388 Anecdotes about pregnancy, Fu Guoqing

   Travel until the end of April, the spring is beautiful.

  Jiang Yi gradually entered the stage of not wanting to move, and Yi Tian lived in Yu Garden for a long time.

  In addition to paying attention to the things of pregnant women every day, I am thinking about how to save the husband and wife.

  In early spring, Wen Ziqi went on a business trip to the capital branch, and Mengyao went with him.

  Jiang Yi learned about the recent situation of the two from Fu Xiting, and only said that Wen Ziqi fought against all opinions and fought to the death with the Wen family, and finally moved out of the Wen family's main house and lived outside, living together with Mengyao.

  As for Mengyao, when she arrived in Shanghai, her desire for life was much less. She went to the major tourist attractions in Shanghai to check in every day, and then opened a cafe after she was done.

   As for the mall, she said — nothing.

  At the end of April, the four made an appointment to meet.

  During the phone call, Wen Ziqi was considerate, and mentioned that he was in Yu Garden, and Jiang Yi was inconvenient to go out and get tired.

  Mr. Fu thought for a while, with a smile in his voice, Wen Ziqi heard happiness through the phone.

  He said: "Let's stay outside! It's an excuse to let her go out."

  Wen Ziqi was curious: "What's wrong?"

  Mr. Fu chatted with him about his wife's recent situation, and the whole text runs through one word—lazy.

  In the past, I was just too lazy to move.

  A few days ago, because I was too lazy to wash my hair, I cut my hair short.

  When Mr. Fu returned home, he was shocked to see a pregnant woman with short hair standing in the room.

   It wasn't until Jiang Yi turned his head that he saw who it was.

   For a while, he was angry and funny.

   Speaking of shampooing, since Mrs. Fu mentioned it for the first time, Mr. Fu helped to solve the problem, and the shampoo bed was arranged.

   As for drying hair, that's his job too.

  A person who doesn't wash or dry his hair ends up cutting his hair like a bird's tail under the excuse of being lazy.

  Fu Xiting was so angry that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were twisted.

   Let’s talk about eating again. After two bites, I feel tired.

  Sitting on the dining chair, she took over all kinds of postures, eating a meal like a patient with advanced ADHD.

   Never stand when you can sit, and never sit when you can lie down.

  For this matter, Fu Xiting earnestly persuaded him several times, saying that he should not speak out, and that he should not be fierce, and his tone made him angry.

  If one day he dies young, it will be Jiang Yi's credit.

  Mr. Fu described Mrs. Fu as if he raised a monkey who couldn’t understand human language.

  Wen Ziqi smiled deeply as he listened to Mr. Fu's complaints.

   Advised him: "My sister did the same thing when she was pregnant. As long as she passed the prenatal checkup, it doesn't matter whether the delivery went smoothly or not. The top priority is to ensure that the pregnant woman is happy physically and mentally."

  Mr. Fu is so sad in his heart!

  Jiang Yi was happy, he and Yi Tian were so anxious that their hair was turning gray.

  That evening, Mr. Fu came home, and as expected, Mrs. Fu was already on the sofa.

  If Yi Tian hadn't restrained her, she would have already gone to bed by now.

  The man was wearing a high-tailored suit, standing at the gate of Yu Garden, staring at Jiang Yi who was paralyzed on the sofa from a distance.

  No matter from which angle you look at it, she feels that her life is extremely comfortable.

  The cat's head rested on her stomach, holding a foreign novel in his hand.

  If it wasn't for Jiang Yi's pregnancy, if it wasn't for Fu Xiting's worry about her laziness, she would definitely feel that this situation is quite peaceful.

  Mr. Fu walked in, tugged his trouser legs and sat on the coffee table beside the sofa, without even taking off his coat in time.

  Looking at her, he talked to his lover about meeting Wen Ziqi Mengyao.

  Mrs. Fu seems to be very face-saving, and maybe Mr. Fu's nagging and preaching recently made her quite worried. She sat up since she sat in front of someone.

  Sitting on the sofa, looking at Mr. Fu as seriously as a primary school student.

  Hearing the names of Mengyao and Wen Ziqi, she became interested: "Has the Wen family accepted Mengyao?"

   "If Wen Ziqi really wants to be with Mengyao, it doesn't matter whether the Wen family accepts it or not."

  The latter nods, too.

   While chatting, Mr. Fu held Jiang Yi's palm and coaxed her: "Come on, get up."

"where to?"

"Take a walk."

  Mrs. Fu:

  May, Labor Day holiday.

  The weather in the capital is excellent.

  The temperature is picking up and the mash-up time of the year is back on the streets.

  Going out for the obstetric examination in the morning, Fu Xiting was shocked to see Jiang Yi put on short sleeves, so he stopped.

   It's not summer yet.

  How could Jiang Yi manage so much! Sleeping at night is hot and sweaty. The sun is shining brightly during the day, could it be that she is still three floors inside and three floors outside?

  She refused.

  Mr. Fu was not in a panic. It should be that he has been tortured too much by Jiang Yi recently, and his psychological quality has steadily improved;

  I heard that Mrs. Fu was in a fog.

  The air in the bathroom was silent for a moment, and Mr. Fu asked, "Have you changed it?"

   Mrs. Fu nodded: "You are very reasonable, but I am not a reasonable person."

  Going out this day, Mr. Fu almost had a heart attack.

  The prenatal examination was considered qualified. Mr. Fu thought that the shopping mall was next door to the hospital, and led people into the shopping mall by looking at baby products. Before he started shopping, government officials who came from all directions successfully surrounded him.

   It is also fate to think about it. This shopping mall was rated as one of the top ten in the upper district not long ago.

  All the media and leaders are here today.

   Everyone obviously never expected to see Fu Xiting.

  Jiang was conscious, and saw a few familiar faces coming towards Fu Xiting from a distance, he stopped, and the person who was going straight turned a corner.

  Mr. Fu stayed alone and greeted them politely.

  As for Fu Xiting, seeing people from a distance clearly coming towards him, he couldn't hide for a while, so he could only go up to him.

  I also understand in my heart that letting Jiang Yi leave alone is no different from letting the tiger go back to the mountain.

   This greeting did not take long, so Fu Xiting postponed it early on the excuse that his wife was waiting.

  Obviously, no matter how early it is, it is too late for Jiang Yi.

  When Fu Xiting found someone, he had more than half of the ice cream in his hand.

  The man stood behind Jiang Yi with a gloomy face, and asked her coldly, "Is it delicious?"

  Mrs. Fu didn't panic, she shook her head solemnly: "It's not delicious."

  The corner of Fu Xiting's mouth twitched, and his tone was stiff: "You don't want to stop if it doesn't taste good?"

  Mrs. Fu has always been fighting wits and courage with Mr. Fu with the courage to admit mistakes and never change her nature. When she saw someone getting angry, she honestly put down the ice cream and slandered the group of people just now without changing her face.

   Didn't even hold on for ten minutes.

   This life of fighting wits and courage almost ran through Jiang Yi's entire pregnancy. Guan Qing and others felt that since Mr. Fu returned to the family with all his heart, the speed of aging was visible to the naked eye.

  Bringing the company back to life, fighting wits with Meng Qian didn't make this man gray hair, but Mrs. Fu's gray hair came out one by one in the short few months of Mrs. Fu's pregnancy.

  Time makes people grow old? ? ?

   No no no, marriage makes people old.

  If the lover is disobedient, it's fine for him to be on guard all the time, and he has to fight her wits and courage.

  That night, Mr. Fu came out of the bathroom and received a call from the company before he could dry his hair.

   And the call was extremely long.

   When Jiang Yi came up from downstairs with fruit, he saw that the hair was wet.

   It was rare to play the role of a gentle wife, holding a dry towel and falling on Fu Xiting's wet hair.

  When I put it down, I have no intuition.

  After drying, the fluffy hair is mixed with white hair visible to the naked eye.

  Jiang Yi's eyes froze. The person who answered the phone realized that his lover was strange.

   His chin rubbed against her head, warm and soft.

  The man listened to the conversation over there, and silently opened his lips to ask her what's wrong.

  Jiang Yi raised her hand and showed him the white hair on her fingertips.

  Mr. Fu was slightly stunned, but it had nothing to do with his old age and gray hair. Instead, he was surprised that Jiang Yi would feel depressed because of his gray hair.

   This call is very important, otherwise, Mr. Fu must have hung up according to how nervous Mrs. Fu was.

  He reached out and patted Jiang Yi on the back to signal her to wait.

   Instead, he glanced at "Wait a minute" stretching on the carpet, and hooked his fingertips to lure it over. This cat is also stupid.

  He walked towards Fu Xiting with graceful steps, and in just a moment, the cat meowed.

   Awowed and groaned for a while and then disappeared.

  When Mr. Fu got up, he handed Jiang Yi a handful of cat fur in his hand, then leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Compared to cats, am I much better?"

  Mrs. Fu: "You are noble, you are amazing."

   On the last day of the May holiday, Mrs. Fu woke up in poor spirits and the weather was cool at night. She opened the window to go to sleep. Unexpectedly, the singing of insects and birds in the mountains and forests frequently fell into her dreams, and she tossed and turned at night.

  It wasn't until early in the morning that Fu Xiting got up and closed the window, and he recovered for a while.

   It was not noisy anymore, but is warm.

  The body temperature of a pregnant woman is too high, and a little heat can make her feel dry all over.

  So in the middle of the night, Mr. Fu couldn't sleep because of the torment.

  Early in the morning, Yi Tian saw Fu Xiting not seeing Jiang Yi, which was quite strange.

  After asking, Fu Xiting told her to sleep.

  Yi Tian didn't have much to say.

In the afternoon, we made an appointment with Wen Ziqi and Mengyao, and Fu Xiting chose a manor hotel. The hotel has its own farm, which is like half a farmhouse. As for why he chose such a place far away from the city and still able to participate in labor, everyone has their own estimates. Only Wen Ziqi could understand.

  Jiang Yi and Mengyao don't meet frequently.

   Occasionally chat on the phone, according to Wen Ziqi, because they are afraid of being disturbed.

   After all, the work and rest time of normal people is abnormal, and Jiang Yi's rest time may be their resting point.

  The meeting today is quite common.

  Talking about her recent life, Mengyao showed off to Jiang Yi that she opened a coffee shop in Shanghai.

  The location is beautiful and the business is good.

  Jiang Yi listened with a deep smile on her lips. How could she remember that the business that Mengyao said was good was because Wen Ziqi issued coupons to the people in the company?

  By the lake, Fu Xiting and Wen Ziqi were fishing.

  Under the eaves, Meng Yao and Jiang Yi sat chatting together.

   "Su Sheng was sent abroad, and Shiyue disappeared, is it all the work of the Meng family?"

   "Like."

   "When is the due date?"

   "National Day."

   "Good day," Mengyao was surprised, thinking about what if, but when her eyes touched Wen Ziqi in the distance, she pressed the if.

  Jiang Yi rubbed his stomach, and said with a smile: "How about Fu Guoqing?"

  Mengyao laughed suddenly: "Mr. Fu is probably going to die of anger."

  (end of this chapter)