Chapter 817 It’s Not About Calculation, It’s About Yes (7)

The female colleague turned her head: "Yes, Sister Hua, she was drunk last week, and she started acting like this the next day..."

"Did you vomit because of an upset stomach?" Sister Hua was the only woman in the office who had given birth to two sons, so after asking this question, she lowered her voice and asked: "Tang Nuanyue's recent incident Is it accurate?"

Tang Nuan is vomiting, what's the matter with menstruation? Song Qingchun frowned subconsciously, and was so frightened that the assistant turned around and asked her, "Is it okay?" A hint of uneasiness appeared in her eyes, and she cautiously asked, "Sister Qingchun, is there something wrong?"

She has also been vomiting frequently recently... and... Song Qingchun vaguely understood something. She ignored the assistant and held the water glass with her fingertips, gradually becoming stronger.

It was almost exactly as she expected. Sister Hua stood up, walked to the door of the bathroom, and said to Tang Nuan who had just washed her hands: "Tang Nuan, I am a person who has been here. In your case, it may not be a stomach problem. Even if it is... Your menstruation has always been inaccurate, but it’s not necessarily the possibility I mentioned. You’d better buy a pregnancy test stick to take a test. If you vomit when you eat like this, you’re probably pregnant..."

Pregnant... When Song Qingchun heard these three words, her hands trembled suddenly. The water glass slipped from her palm and fell straight to the table. The water spilled all over the table, splashed all over her body, and landed on her white wrists. , and soon turned red.

"Yeah!" the assistant yelled. Just as he was about to grab Song Qingchun's water glass, Song Qingchun's water glass rolled off the desk and fell to the ground. With a crisp sound, the glass broke into pieces. Porcelain pieces.

"Sister Qingchun, are you okay?" The assistant stood up hurriedly, took out a tissue and wiped the water stains on Song Qingchun's body.

Song Qingchun was shocked back to her senses by the assistant's behavior. She shook her head at the assistant, took the tissue from the assistant's hand, wiped the water stains on her body, and shook her head for a while. After about ten seconds, After a while, she smiled lightly at the assistant and said: "I was distracted just now. I'm sorry. Please send this manuscript to my email and I will read it later."

The assistant nodded and agreed to Song Qingchun's instructions. He stared at Song Qingchun and asked with concern: "Sister Qingchun, your face looks so bad. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No..." Song Qingchun shook his head at the assistant, squatted down to pick up the porcelain pieces on the ground, but accidentally cut his finger, causing the assistant to squat down in a hurry, After pinching her finger and helping her stop the bleeding, he found a band-aid and put it on: "Sister Qingnian, I'll clean up here. You can go back to the office and rest first."

Song Qingchun hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."

After a pause, she said again: "Thank you."

The assistant smiled sweetly: "It's okay."

Song Qingchun smiled at the assistant, turned around, and returned to his office.

After closing the office door, Song Qingchun slumped down on his office chair as if he had collapsed.

The words Sister Hua just said to Tang Nuan came to her ears again.

Tang Nuan's menstrual period has always been inaccurate, but she is different... She basically comes on those days of every month, but she didn't come last month...

Those days were the days when Su Zhinian went on a blind date. She was depressed every day and didn't pay attention to her menstrual period at all.