Dear Mr. Shi

"I'm afraid, but I have a thicker skin. You can't drive me away. If I don't leave, you won't be too tough. After all, my aunt who protects against the cold does not look at the face of the monk and the face of the Buddha." Jin Lin stretched out her hand and nodded. The tip of her nose.

She smiled and said authentically: "Song Qinghuan, remember that you are a pregnant woman. Don't be angry. If you are angry, your child will be a violent temper. If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your child, right?"

Song Qinghuan's eyes were speechless, and she didn't know what to say.

Jin Lin said again: "If I were you, I would definitely not drive me away, because I used to lie to people that I had a child so I had gone to the confinement center for training in order to earn money. It was a boyfriend who had never had a boyfriend. You have never given birth to a child, but a very good confinement wife who can help you with your child, and can help you do confinement. You can find such a free nanny there."

Song Qinghuan was ashamed: "I have two or three months to give birth. Are you sure you have to live for that long and wait until I have given birth before leaving?"

"Yeah! Unless you come back to City A with me in a few days, or I will stay with you in City Q," Jin Lin said, stood up and rubbed her shoulders, and went upstairs: "Make a car I'm really tired. I have to take a shower and get a good night's sleep."

Looking at Jin Lin's back, Song Qinghuan had the urge to grit her teeth, but she acquiesced in letting her live.

Time passed slowly in a simple and leisurely life. In the blink of an eye, the baby in Song Qinghuan's belly entered the end of July.

After the examination, the doctor told Song Qinghuan with a smile: "Your child is very healthy. Although your mother-to-be is a little thin, your baby is well-nourished and looks very good in all aspects. If there are no accidents, it will take another two or so. , Your child will be able to come out and meet you."

Song Qinghuan smiled: "Thank you doctor!"

Jin Lin next to him asked worriedly: "The baby, is it a boy or a girl, is it a twin or a single body?"

The doctor smiled politely at her: "It's a single body. As for gender, boys and girls are the same."

Jin Lin said impatiently, "Of course I know that boys and girls are the same, but you have to tell me whether it's a man or a woman."

The doctor's expression sank a little, but he still smiled politely, but solemnly said: "There are clear regulations on this, and you cannot tell your family members."

Song Qinghuan only felt a splitting headache, so she stretched out her hand to ask La Jinlin to ask her not to ask. She didn't care about boys and girls, so she never asked the doctor.

But Jin Lin obviously had to ask whether it was a man or a woman: "What is the rule? Doesn’t it just depend on me not giving you a red envelope? It’s okay. Tell me, I’ll give you a big red envelope. No, no. Is it money?"

Hearing this, the doctor could no longer maintain his politeness, looked at Jin Lin angrily, and said coldly: "I don't deny that this will happen, but I never do such a thing. If nothing happens, please go out and I will pay. There are patients."

"Cut!" Jin Lin snorted coldly, her face black, as if she wanted to say something.

Song Qinghuan died of embarrassment, and hurriedly said to the doctor: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Then forcibly, pulled Jin Lin out.

After walking out, Jin Lin immediately stared at Song Qinghuan sadly, and said displeased: "Why do you want to say sorry to him?"

Song Qinghuan said angrily: "Is it possible to say sorry to you, why do you have to ask if it is a man or a woman?"