Chapter 953 Honeymoon Baby (3)

"Uncle Zhao, what happened to Wushuang?"

Zhao Zhiliang also stared deeply at the baby he delivered himself, who had grown from a wrinkled little pink ball to a towering man. It seemed that the blood in his body was clamoring and boiling, because he was once again fortunate enough to witness and be the first to know about another continuation of the Mu family's life. He thought it was his great blessing.

This kind of feeling is probably something that only he himself can understand.

"It is normal to have a fever in the first month of pregnancy. Physical cooling and controlling the body temperature will not be a big problem. In addition, go to the hospital for another diagnosis, so that you can feel more at ease."

"How can a fever be a normal phenomenon... Wait, Uncle Zhao, what did you say? Pregnancy!?"

Mu Jinchen's expression changed from worry with a frown to surprise with his mouth wide open. It was frozen on his face before he could change. To be honest, it was indescribably funny.

Mu Zhilan reacted and was equally excited, "Zhiliang, you said Wushuang is pregnant? Really? Pregnant?"

"Miss, I think so. Loss of appetite and airsickness, but this fever is abnormal, right? Physical cooling... I'll go get a fever patch for the young lady, but Lao Zhao, the young lady's forehead is not hot, will the fever patch work?"

"Oh, look at how effective my old woman's mouth is. I said that the young lady would have a honeymoon baby. Thank God for your blessing..."

...

Mu Zhilan's surprise and Wu Ma's incoherent words were all blocked by Mu Jinchen.

Mu Jinchen had automatically blocked out all the sounds from the outside world. It was as if a bunch of fireworks exploded in his mind, and then only one voice echoed: Wushuang was pregnant, he and Wushuang had a continuation of their lives, Wushuang was going to be a mother, he was going to be a father... and so on and so forth...

Wushuang's pretty little face was filled with warm little happiness. This was the little life that she and Mu Jinchen had been planning for a long time. From the day of the wedding dress trip, Mu Jinchen had intended to do so, and she also acquiesced. This was the tacit understanding between them. Now the little angel had arrived as promised, showing God's great love for them, and she was very grateful.

Her menstruation had always been very punctual, sometimes a few days early, and had never tried to delay it. Now it had been delayed for three days. Since the day before yesterday, she had some signs of nausea when she woke up in the morning, and she felt a little nauseous when she saw food, but she didn't say it out loud because she was afraid that Mu Jinchen would worry.

Babies and mothers have some kind of spiritual connection. Wushuang doesn't know why, but she feels that there is probably a little angel in her belly. Of course, it's just a feeling. When Zhao Zhiliang finished taking her pulse and looked at her with such an inquiring look, she was almost certain.

However, the expression of the little angel's father seemed to be asking for a beating.

"Mu Jinchen, why do you look unhappy?"

Wushuang's feeling was a little sensitive now. Mu Jinchen's expression didn't seem to be the ecstasy she expected, so her voice was a little cautious and gentle.

The little wife's words successfully pulled the man back from the state of ice sculpture. After the expression was integrated, it was indeed the ecstasy Wushuang expected. He almost forgot that there were other people present. His cold thin lips pressed against her forehead, and he took Wushuang out of the quilt and turned around twice, "Wushuang, we are going to be parents..."