Nongmen Spring: Hot lady flirting with foolish husband

Chapter 128 Production 9
"Jiang Wen, I would like to make a promise, but I hope that mother Zhao Shiyunya will give birth safely, and both mother and child will be safe." After Jiang Wen said, he kowtowed, with an expression of respect unprecedented in his life.

"Jiang Wen, I would like to make a promise, but I hope that mother Zhao Yunya will give birth safely, and both mother and child will be safe!"

"Jiang Wen, I would like to make a promise, but I hope that mother Zhao Yunya will give birth safely, and both mother and child will be safe!"

"Jiang Wen, I would like to make a promise, but I hope that mother Zhao Yunya will give birth safely, and both mother and child will be safe!"

One sound, another sound, kowtow, and then kowtow, Jiang Wen repeated this sentence, non-stop, tireless, sad voice, heart-wrenching every sentence.

How can I stop?

How can I get tired?

Why not be sad, this is a gamble of fate, the bet is the life of his own mother, the life of his unborn brother, the life of his two closest lives, how can Jiang Wen not feel sad in his heart ?
How could he not gouge out his heart?
And this life gamble, it sounds like, is just for such a dream, for a dream that was forgotten after waking up.

After waking up from that dream, Jiang Wen always thought it was absurd, but now he only hoped that the dream would become real, and that the gods in the dream would appear.

Jiang Wen begged for a wish, kowtowed once, his forehead was swollen and red, and Jiang Wuyou couldn't bear it, but this matter must not be complied with her.

Jiang Wuyou was holding the boiled hot soup, and stood at the door of the room calling Zhou Qing'e to bring it out. Jiang Wen got up abruptly, walked up to him, looked straight at Jiang Wuyou, with an anxious expression on his face, "Brother, this medicine, mother is really good!" can't drink."

"Wen'er, if my brother doesn't stop you from praying to gods and worshiping Buddha, you can't stop my brother from giving your mother medicine either." Jiang Wuyou pushed Jiang Wen away and asked her to stand aside.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Jiang Wen handed the medicine bowl to Zhou Qing'e again. Jiang Wen had no choice but to rush up violently, taking advantage of Zhou Qing'e's unpreparedness, he overturned the medicine bowl on the ground.

"Wen'er!" Jiang Wuyou was so angry this time, he raised his hand and was about to slap him, but fortunately Fu Yuan was at the side with quick eyesight and quickly pulled Jiang Wen away before he escaped.

It was at this moment that Mrs. Chen said loudly, "Hurry up, the little lady is born, hurry up, from the Changshan family".

This cry was like thunder on the ground, and Zhou Qing'e entered the delivery room in a panic, ignoring Jiang Wuyou and Jiang Wen's saber-rattling outside.

When Jiang Wen heard that his mother had finally given birth to the child, he didn't care about anything else, so he took Fu Yuan's hand away and walked quickly to the incense table, kowtowing with tears.

Jiang Wuyou's expression suddenly became loose, with joy in his eyes, and the brows became lively, but when he looked at Jiang Wen again, his expression became a little more complicated, and he felt a little guilty.

Wang carried the newborn baby to the door and showed it to Jiang Wuyou. It was a boy, pink and pink, crying like a kitten, and looked very thin.

Inside, Mrs. Chen hurriedly asked the doctor to prescribe medicine to stop the bleeding and enrich the blood. Zhao’s bleeding was profuse, not profuse, but he couldn’t stop it for a while, and it was still very dangerous. She had exhausted all her strength to give birth to the child, and she fainted again. past.

(End of this chapter)