To My Dear Mr. Huo

Li Rongrong, the pregnancy is five and a half weeks in the womb. The fetal heart rate is normal. Su Qingsang looked up at the woman in front of her, her voice very calm: But it is recommended to do a blood routine to check other indicators.

That, doctor. The woman on the hospital bed looked delicate and weak. At this moment, a pair of big eyes blinked at Su Qingsang with a worried look on her face.

Does this blood routine have to draw blood? It hurts to draw blood.

When she said the two words that hurt, she raised her voice a bit. Su Qingsang frowned and looked at the woman in front of him: Just a little blood. Check it out.

Then can I wait until my husband arrives before smoking? Li Rongrong bit her lip, looking rather pitiful.

Su Qingsang's brows jumped, she was really seeing a woman who had to wait for her husband to come over to draw blood.

Nodding, she turned around and walked towards a bed next to her.

The other side is also a pregnant woman, and the tendency of threatened abortion is obvious. Live in the hospital to protect the miscarriage. After Su Qingsang gave her a routine checkup, she said some precautions.

Before he could finish his instructions, there was a sound of footsteps outside the ward behind him. A figure rushed in.

Rongrong, are you okay? How are you?

With her back to the door, Su Qingsang couldn't help turning her head away when she heard this somewhat familiar voice.

The woman named Li Rongrong behind her would be like seeing a savior. A pair of hands grabbed the man's arm.

Lenan, I'm pregnant. Just checked. Are you happy?

you are pregnant?

Wei Lenan stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes, the expression on his face was not surprised, but more frightened.

Yes. Li Rongrong nodded heavily, her face full of joy. He looked in the direction of Su Qingsang: Then, the doctor checked me just now, and it has been confirmed.

The coquettish tone made Su Qingsang feel a chill. There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and he looked at Wei Lenan with a bit of sarcasm.

When Wei Lenan saw Su Qingsang, his face suddenly turned pale.

Subconsciously, he was about to pull Li Rongrong's hand away. Li Rongrong was like an octopus, clinging to his hand tightly and refusing to let it go.

Le Nan. You haven't said it yet. I'm pregnant, aren't you happy?

High, happy. Wei Lenan's face was extremely stiff, and he wanted to pull Li Rongrong's hand away again.

Li Rongrong turned her face to look at Su Qingsang, her voice was a little more squeamish and delicate than before: Doctor, my husband is here. Didn't you just say you want to draw blood? I'm done now.

When he was talking, he turned to look at Wei Lenan: Lenan, I'm so afraid when you're not here. Now that you're here, I'm not afraid anymore.

Wei Lenan looks at Su Qingsang. He took Li Rongrong's hand away again, and looked at Su Qingsang with a kind of begging for mercy: Qing—

Su Qingsang suppressed the smile on his face, turned his face and explained the rest to the pregnant woman lying on the hospital bed.

Then he walked back and stood in front of Li Rongrong's bed: Miss Li. If you want to draw blood, I have already opened the order. You can ask your husband to take the order to the front desk to pay the fee first, and go directly to the third party. It's enough to draw blood from the blood test office.

Only Wei Lenan noticed that when Su Qingsang said the word husband, his voice seemed to be a few decibels higher, and the expression on his face was a little mocking. More and more embarrassing.

Okay. Thank you. Doctor.

Li Rongrong smiled so sweetly that Su Qingsang was not in the mood to appreciate it, so she turned around and went outside the ward. Before leaving, he gave Wei Lenan a cold glance.

Wei Lenan's lips moved, and he wanted to speak immediately, but stopped when Li Rongrong's eyes were filled with joy and shyness.

Leaving the sentence I'll pay the money, he quickly turned around and followed Su Qingsang's back. As soon as he left the ward, he couldn't wait to grab Su Qingsang's hand: Qingsang. I can explain. Listen to me, I— —”

Su Qingsang took a step back, using this movement to avoid his hand. His eyes fell on Wei Lenan's anxious face, his face was no longer calm, only irony remained.

Explain what? Explain that we're getting married tomorrow. And you got another woman pregnant?

All right. Mommy got up again. Healing is a warm text. Old rules, big pets and small abuses. Welcome to the pit. Remember. collect. collect. collect. And move your fingers to vote every day. Xinkeng is fragile and needs your care. I love you, yay!