Lin Qiao's face in the room was flushed. Although she was not ashamed to speak on weekdays, she was seen as a look and she couldn't stand it no matter how thick-skinned she was.

She pushed Song Tingfan, but instead of pushing, she pressed down...

...

The sky gradually darkened and drizzled outside.

The woman in the room couldn't help sneezing. The man subconsciously opened his eyes and touched the soft skin. He was stunned for a moment and quickly pulled the quilt over the cover.

Not long after, the room lit up, and then he saw the woman staring at him, and Song Tingfan looked wrong, "I'll go and serve the food."

Although I can't remember what I said, I know what I did.

Lin Qiao snorted, "Forget it, you don't have any delicious fried rice."

"I'll go and learn." Song Tingfan said seriously.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao's anger subsided a little. She got up and put on her clothes. She didn't know if she got up hard or why, but her lower abdomen was a little painful.

She subconsciously covered her stomach and lay back.

"What's wrong?" Song Tingfan hurried over, looking panicked.

Lin Qiao slowed down for a while and was fine again. She shook her head, "It's okay, maybe the menstruation is coming."

"I'll go and invite the doctor."

Song Tingfan raised his foot and walked outside. Lin Qiao hurriedly grabbed him, "It's okay, don't shout. Last time I said it was a menstrual period, you didn't listen. Go and call the doctor to come and see him, which made me blush." ​​He said that, and then he looked at him.

Seeing that he still didn't say anything, she said again: "It's okay. If you don't believe me, I'll jump to you."

Song Tingfan pressed her shoulder and said seriously: "Don't do anything nonsense."

In the end, he didn't shout, but he remembered it in his heart.

...

The next day, it was still drizzling outside, and suddenly the man strode back in a straw hat.

"Dad."

Song Ling went to get a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and then saw him take out a gray rabbit from his sleeve, with his black pupils a little uneasy.

He was immediately happy, "Dad, where did you catch the rabbit? Did you give it to me? Did you give it to me?"

"Yes." Song Tingfan put it into his hand, looked at his expression carefully, and felt relieved when he saw that he was happy.

"Thank you, Dad, thank you, Dad, you are so nice, Dad, you are so nice." Song Ling hugged the rabbit tightly and did not let go, his mouth almost grinning behind his ears.

It turned out that when he didn't see anyone early in the morning, he went out to catch rabbits. Lin Qiao used a handkerchief to wipe his clothes for him, then took the shoes to change him. While he was changing his shoes, he whispered: "It's raining and the mountains are slippery. Don't do this next time, it's the same as when the weather clears up."

Song Tingfan nodded obediently, "Okay."

It was almost time to eat, and seeing that Song Ling was still playing with rabbits, Lin Qiao knocked on the bowl with chopsticks, "I'm going to eat, I'll study later."

When a child got fresh things, how could he divert his sight like this? Song Ling still refused to let go and said carefully: "Mom, can I not go to school today?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao: "..."

Fearing that Fu Niang would be frightened, she took a deep breath, "No."

Song Ling pursed her mouth unhappily, and then went to pull Song Qinshi's hand, "Zeng A-Mi, I don't want to go to school."

"Be good, go and read it, come back after reading it." Song Qinshi touched his head.

The stalemate broke out for a moment, Lin Qiao was slightly angry, and soon forced herself not to get angry. She thought for a while, "Sure, you can recite Siqiu a few days ago."

Siqiu has three or four hundred words, and it is a difficult classical Chinese. It has only been taught for two days, so Song Ling will definitely not be able to memorize it.

Sure enough, Song Ling's little face drooped. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure it out, "Mom..."

"You can't recite it yourself, it's not me that I'll let you go." Lin Qiao's tone was obviously undiscussed. Song Ling knew this. After giving the rabbit to her father, she obediently went to the table to have dinner.

But I didn't forget his rabbit, "Dad, can you feed rabbits and eat?"

"Yes." Song Tingfan first put the rabbit on a rope, and then went to get the vegetable leaves to feed it.

After dinner, the rain outside became heavier and heavier. Song Ling thought that there would be no need to study in this way, so he looked at Lin Qiao and then.

Lin Qiao pretended that she couldn't see it, packed up the dishes and went into the kitchen.

Finally, Song Tingfan carried Song Ling to study.

...

kitchen

Lin Qiao was able to get the things on the cabinet. As soon as she put her feet on, her stomach started to hurt again. She quickly found a stool to sit down, and then covered her stomach.

Even if you are so energetic, you still feel something is wrong.

Could it be there?

She restrained herself from getting up and waited for her stomach to slowly.

After a while, she heard the noisy footsteps. She turned her head and looked over, her tall figure in her eyes, "Tingfan, go find a doctor."

Song Tingfan's face changed, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that he was coming to hug her, Lin Qiao hurriedly shouted, "Don't hug her, wait for me to sit down and call the doctor first."

She paused, "Tingfan, I feel..."

She stopped before she finished speaking. What if it wasn't, it made him happy for nothing.

"I'll be back soon." Song Tingfan ran out strode, and soon Song Qinshi and Fu Niang came in.

Song Qinshi said anxiously: "Qiao'er, what's wrong with you? Did you fall? "

Fu Niang circled around her, wanting to speak but unable to speak.

"It's okay." Lin Qiao felt her stomach relieved a lot. She felt relieved in her heart. She soon thought of the little blood on Jin Ge's velvet pants, and her heart was in her throat again.

She thought it was a menstrual period, so she didn't take it seriously.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Song Tingfan brought the doctor in. The doctor was panting. Seeing Lin Qiao sitting properly, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had suffered from some serious illness.

“Where is uncomfortable?”

"My stomach hurts once last night, and it hurts just now." Lin Qiao stretched out her hand to him.

The doctor ran over, his hands were filled with water. He borrowed a veil to dry his hands, and his pulse was frowned and loosened. After a while, he said: "It should be because of it, but the pulse was not very obvious. If you say that your stomach hurts, it must be because of fetal aura."
Chapter completed!