After kicking out my ex-husband, his brother and I got back together.

Chapter 317 Reliable Dog Skin Plaster

As soon as he walked out of the nightclub, Feng Yian felt a little dizzy. He had drank too much and was too hasty. Now he felt like his feet were not his own when he walked.

After asking the driver to take him to the hospital, Feng Yian staggered into the elevator himself instead of letting the driver take him upstairs.

The driver saw that Feng Yian had closed the elevator door, then turned around and dialed Songzi's number.

"Mr. Zheng, Mr. Feng has already gone upstairs."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Master Wang."

Songzi hung up the phone, put Feng Yining into her arms, and lowered her head to listen to the sound of her baby in her belly.

"You mean, you mixed different wines on purpose?"

Songzi nodded as if taking credit.

"Ang, otherwise why would my uncle pursue my sister-in-law?"

Feng Yining reached out and touched the big furry head and smiled.

"I think you are quite reliable in doing things sometimes. Xiaozhen is timid and introverted. My persuasion to her is of little use. The most important thing is communication between her and my brother. But my brother is sober when he is sober. The stupidest."

Song Zi straightened up and pecked Feng Yining on the lips.

"Of course! Wife, do you remember when we first went to Australia? It was awkward for you to get along with me every day."

Speaking of this, Feng Yining couldn't help laughing.

"You were really like a dog-skin plaster at that time."

I stayed in Australia for three or four months. In the first month, Song Nu was almost like a clown, and Feng Yining was the spectator.

Every morning when he gets up early, Song Zi will make breakfast for Feng Yining, and he will never bring the same breakfast within two weeks.

In her free time, Songzi would go to the beach with her and sit on the rocks.

Both of them are looking forward to the arrival of this child, but Feng Yining is looking forward to his own flesh and blood, while Songzi is looking forward to Feng Yining slowly accepting herself because of the child.

One day at noon, Feng Yining got up from her nap and found that Songzi was not sitting by the bed waiting for her to wake up as usual, and then handed her a glass of milk.

You see, people rely on vision and freshness to live their lives. Over time, no matter how thoughtful you have been before, you will inevitably become negligent.

This is not just true for pine nuts, but for everyone.

I don't know if it was because he didn't drink hot milk as soon as he woke up like the previous few days, but Feng Yining felt a little irritable for no reason.

She walked downstairs, stroking her still-not-quite-pregnant belly while looking around with a cold face.

Finally, Feng Yining found the pine nuts on the kitchen counter.

Songzi sat at the kitchen counter with his back to her, next to a small pot of warm milk.

The light on the small pot has turned green, indicating that the milk has been heated, but the people sitting next to it didn't seem to notice, and were still concentrating on it with their heads lowered.

"What are you looking at?"

Feng Yining stood behind him and asked in a low voice, but it made Song Zi startled.

The book in his hand was moved to the cooking table, and he turned to look at Feng Yining.

"Xiao Ning, wake up, oh, the milk is already warmed up and I forgot."

He quickly poured out the hot milk and gave it to Feng Yining.

Feng Yining's attention was not on Milk, but on the book Songzi had just read.

"Postpartum Cultivation Recipe"

"Why did you start watching this so early?"

she asked, pointing to the books on the table.

Songzi handed the milk to her hand first, and then picked up the book next to her.

"I want to read it earlier, read a few more books, and have more references."

As he spoke, he held the book in one hand and held Feng Yining's hand in the other as he walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Xiao Ning, you are a model and you will participate in catwalk shows in the future. If your body or figure suffers any irreversible damage in order to have a child, I would rather not have this child."

Feng Yining was stunned.Songzi gently stroked her belly and smiled bitterly again.

"But I know that with your personality, if you don't have children, I may have to chase you until you are five or sixty years old. I can't wait for so many years. I'm a little impatient."

Feng Yining sipped the milk in his cup without saying a word.

Songzi said again.

"I can only give you my utmost sincerity and all my efforts and time to study postpartum recovery."

He took Feng Yining's hand.

"Xiao Ning, don't worry, no matter whether you have a child or not, you come first. After giving birth, I will prepare nutritious meals for you to ensure that you return to health and figure as quickly as possible."

At that moment, Feng Yining looked into Songzi's eyes and suddenly felt that she really wanted to have someone like this to rely on.

Once a person becomes dependent on another person, he will slowly notice everything about that person.

In the next few months, Feng Yining was surprised to find that as long as he accepted Songzi's kindness, he would become like the little flower in the Xiaowu family, grinning and sticking out his tongue.

She could see the joy radiating from Songzi's eyes and the satisfaction in her heart when she was surrounded by Songzi.

She had never seen such a look even on Duan Xiaowu, her sister who had grown up together.

After coming back from the memories, Feng Yining looked at Songzi and looked at her with a smile, then reached out and patted Songzi's face twice.

"Reliable dog skin plaster."

Songzi always smiled and accepted all the titles given to him by Feng Yining, just like a dog-skin plaster, sticking his face to it.

……

When Feng Yian knocked on the door, it was the nurse who opened the door.

His originally stern face was now slightly red from drinking.

"Hey, Mr. Feng, why are you coming to see Miss Xia so late? Miss Xia just fell asleep on the sofa, so I found a blanket to cover her."

Feng Yian nodded, took out a red envelope from his wallet and handed it to the nurse.

"Auntie, thank you for your hard work. You can get off work today. This is your hard work pay. I will ask my assistant to call you for your reward. Xiaozhen will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

The nurse received the red envelope with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Feng. I hope Miss Xia will never see me again. I wish her a speedy recovery."

Feng Yian raised his lips slightly.

"Lend your auspicious words."

After the nurse left, Feng Yian closed the door and looked back at Xia Yizhen, who was sleeping soundly on the sofa.

"Let me see what little composition you wrote for me after more than an hour of typing on your phone..."

He staggered towards the sofa.

"It's better not to be anything. You still think... we are not suitable... Xia Yizhen, if two people are in love, that is the most suitable thing."

Picking up the phone next to him and unlocking it with Xia Yizhen's fingerprint, Feng Yian immediately opened the WeChat chat interface.

"I... was looking at the chat box between you and me, so... it's legitimate."

He muttered as if explaining to himself.

"Yes... no... gone?"

Feng Yian frowned and sat down cross-legged on the ground next to Xia Yizhen's sofa.

Thinking that he was dazzled, Feng Yian checked it several times and found only these two words.

When Xia Yizhen woke up in a daze, she smelled a strong smell of alcohol before she even opened her eyes.

Xia Yizhen was startled when she opened her eyes and saw Feng Yian's sideways figure sitting next to her.

"Brother Feng..."

She spoke softly, and Feng Yian was so frightened that he dropped his phone to the ground.

(End of this chapter)