I go north, you go south

Fang Jiaming thought for a while and shook his head as if he had been there before: "You can't say that. You see, when I was pregnant with Ling Bei, I almost didn't react at all."

"That means my belly is not as reserved and calm as her father's."

Nan Zishu held Fang Jiaming with one hand and touched his flat belly with the other: "Maybe it's a lively and cute little sun. It's fine!"

"Yes, yes, it's good to be like you, but don't inherit even a little bit of Ling Bei's traits."

After laughing, Fang Jiaming patted the back of Nan Zishu's hand distressedly: "Shu Shu, I'm sorry for you. I thought you were not in good health and didn't have to worry about the child. I'll wait a few more years until you get better in all aspects. If you want it again. Anyway, you are still young, so don’t rush in these two years..."

"But I always have such a plan and can't keep up with the changes..."

Fang Jiaming sighed and looked helplessly at Ling Bei, who was still busy in the kitchen.

"When I heard Xiaohuan and the others tell this news, I was really angry. How could he...oh, he wanted to hide such a big thing from me."

Nan Zishu also lowered his head with some guilt: "Mom, it's our fault this time. We just didn't want you to worry, and we didn't consider your other feelings."

"Don't have such thoughts." Fang Jiaming gently tapped Nan Zishu's hanging forehead.

"To be honest, in the final analysis, it's all his fault for not doing a good job. Whether it's your accidental pregnancy or hiding it from me, it's all his fault. Don't compete with him."

Fang Jiaming's stern way of convicting his son made Nan Zishu laugh.

"Well, okay, it's all his fault!" She nodded repeatedly while suppressing a smile.

The atmosphere gradually relaxed, and Fang Jiaming couldn't help but touch Nan Zishu's somewhat pale face, and said softly: "Shu Shu, you also know that he must be feeling very uncomfortable in his heart."

"Shu Shu, I'm not speaking for him." Fang Jiaming was also considering his words at this time: "I just wronged you. I hope you won't blame him."

Nan Zishu smiled and shook his head: "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"This is a gift from Abei. I like it very much. How can I blame him?"

"I am looking forward to her arrival as much as he is."

She quietly pointed to her belly.

After that, Fang Jiaming asked Nan Zishu to get the inspection report during this period.

A thick stack.

"Mom, the child is still too young and has not yet formed. These are just medical records to recuperate the body during this period."

Nan Zishu placed them one by one on the coffee table and asked doubtfully: "What do you want to see these for?"

"Let's take a look. Let's go back and help you contact a reliable doctor."

Fang Jiaming looked through it carefully and asked casually: "Shu Shu, can he control himself normally?"

Nan Zishu was stunned for a moment.

Immediately he remembered the scene he saw when Fang Jiaming entered the door just now.

It’s over, now I can’t clean myself up even if I jump into the Yellow River.

"Abei really doesn't, Mom."

She covered her face slightly and said in a very helpless tone: "Occasionally there will be some ambiguous things, and sometimes I take the initiative..."

"But Abei has always had good control. It is impossible for him to hurt me and the baby at will."

Nan Zishu leaned forward and hugged Fang Jiaming, acting like a spoiled child: "Don't worry."

"Hmph, I understand my son. He has no self-control at all with you."

Fang Jiaming patted Nan Zishu's hand on her shoulder: "However, he will not hurt you. I believe this." (End of Chapter)