I Found Myself Pregnant After Becoming An Omega

Ji Yu paused, and said in a light tone: "If you want to thank me, you can send me a pennant. Forget about food and the like. The effect is not good, you should understand."

"But I just want to invite you to dinner." Fu Ren was very stubborn.

Ji Yu looked at him and didn't say a word.

He tapped his fingers on the table for a long while, don't press the row number button at the beginning: "Your hand is finished, go to the window on the first floor to get the medicine. Next--"

Fu Ren was taken aback. Just as he was about to speak, an old lady who kept groaning in her mouth walked in with the help of her daughter. She inhaled with pain, and said in a mournful voice: "The doctor will help me take a look. , I die from low back pain, I can't move, it hurts terribly when I move, and it feels like I'm about to break into two pieces."

Ji Yu smiled: "Don't scare yourself, aunt, sit down first, and I will show you."

The aunt shook her head in sorrow, "I can't sit down, it hurts when I sit."

It's not easy for the aunt to sit down, so Ji Yu will go over and watch.

He walked to the aunt's side, put his hands on the corners of his shirt, did not move, but rushed to the side of Fu Ren and said: "Go out first, it is not convenient for you to be here."

Fu Ren stood on the edge without saying a word, holding the connected wrist.

He was at this age when his height was drawn, and his thin summer clothes were attached to his body. The exposed limbs were covered with thin muscles. He had wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. His body proportions were perfect, but he looked very thin, and he was a kind of juvenile. Uniquely thin when growing up.

At this moment, he held his hands and lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes trembling, even if he didn't say a word, this appearance alone could evoke the motherhood of many women.

The aunt glanced at him and waved her hand indifferently: "It's okay, the doctor, just look at it directly. Anyway, I just show my waist. What's so good about me when I'm so old."

Ji Yu smiled: "That's not what I said, no matter..."

"I'm leaving." Fu Ren suddenly said.

Ji Yu looked sideways at him.

"I'll get the medicine." After speaking, Fu Ren walked out without looking back.

Ji Yu didn't say anything, and set his eyes on the old woman's waist again.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the position next to his spine, and continued to work without distraction: "Auntie, does it hurt here?"

"pain!"

Change position: "What about here?"

"It hurts too!"

Standing outside the door, Fu Ren could clearly hear the sound inside through the thin curtain.

He lowered his eyes, stroked the bandage on his wrist gently, and then watched the patients go in and out from the door beside him one by one, listening to the gentle and gentle voice inside, until the passing nurse came to ask, he turned and left.

In the evening, Ji Yu wiped his hair after taking a shower while chatting with his old father.

The old father always urged him to go out and get to know people, but Ji Yu remained unmoved. Apart from the patients in the hospital, the person who communicated the most every day was the old father. What's more, he also went to Tibet this time. Worried about his altitude sickness.

Old father: "The roast lamb here is really amazing!"

Ji Yu: "If you like it and don't eat too much, the meat is not easy to digest. Uncle, are you feeling okay?"

"It's fine, but there are two old men in the same car who are not used to it. They lie down for two days and return to the hospital."

"When are you going to come back?"

Ji Yu opened the coffee package with his teeth, "I'm boring at home alone, so I don't want to raise a dog anymore. I think about my name, so I'll call it Xiaodian."

"If you have a dog, you are even more reluctant to go out."

"Who said that if I have a dog, I have to walk the dog." Ji Yu took the conversation lightly, only to hear a buzzing sound, and the mobile phone prompted a text message to enter, so he took the mobile phone in front of his eyes and looked at——

[Unknown number: Doctor, add me. 】

Suddenly, those dark black eyes swayed in his mind, and Ji Yu immediately remembered who the other party was.

He didn't care too much, and continued to chat with his old father. After he hung up the phone, he passed the other party's WeChat friend application. Then the phone was turned into silent mode, and he devoted himself to writing the paper.

This is related to his promotion of professional title, so it's not sloppy.

After spending more than four hours working on searching for information and writing papers, Ji Yu raised his head and glanced at the time. It was half past eleven, and it would be midnight in another half an hour.

He stood up and moved casually, then opened WeChat and took a look. The boy sent him a few messages——

[Doctor Ji, hello, this is Fu Ren. 】

After five minutes there is another one: [I can understand what you said today, so, can I make friends with you? 】

Ten minutes later: [Are you there, Doctor Ji? 】

Twenty minutes later: [Are you busy? 】

Thirty minutes later: [Good night. 】

Ji Yu raised his eyebrows and did not rush to reply. Instead, he clicked on the opponent’s circle of friends and took a look. Nothing was set in it and only visible for three days, but the frequency of posting to circle of friends was not high. Every time it was a basketball. The photos were taken from all angles, day and night, and nothing else was in the mirror except basketball.

But today he posted a circle of friends that is different from usual--

【good night. 】

The picture is still basketball, but there are two more Chinese characters than before, and the time is within one minute after he sent the good night to Ji Yu.

Ji Yu put his cheek in one hand, thought about it for a moment, and then exited the other's circle of friends, switched back to the chat page, and replied: [Hello, I just had something to do, but I didn't notice your message. Go to bed early, good night. 】

Opposite seconds reply: [Good, good night. 】

After waiting for a while, the other party didn't reply.

Is this over?

Ji Yu was taken aback by his own thoughts. He actually felt that the other party should say something, such as making friends, or eating, but he didn't expect the other party to be so simple and neat.

Ji Yu put away the phone, shook his head and laughed.

After washing, he turned off the light and went to bed and fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, Ji Yu took the phone to his eyes dimly and wanted to see the time, but saw the WeChat message displayed on the screen, which was sent by Fu Ren.

He clicked it casually. It was a good morning and a picture of the rising sun.

Jiyu: "?"

He sat up, looking suspicious.

What the **** is this kid doing?

Good night yesterday, good morning today, shouldn't morning and good night be something young people like to do when they are in love?

Ji Yu thought for a while, but in the end he didn't reply.

He was not stunned, he could naturally feel Fu Ren's meaning more or less, but the age difference alone made Ji Yu unable to give birth to other friendships with this child.

Because for him, the other party is too young, and in his impression, people of this age often do things only with passion, regardless of the reason, regardless of the consequences.

And he was long past the age of impulsivity.

But he didn't reply, Fu Ren's information was still available every day.

The first two days are "the favorite morning and night of young people in love". After two days, in addition to morning and night, daily routines are added. For example, I drink a cup of soy milk in the morning, or I hurt my hands and feet. It's boring to watch other people play basketball in the auditorium, and so on.

Ji Yu had no other thoughts about him, but he did not reject the fresh and energetic daily life of young people, and the messages sent by Fu Ren were not ambiguous, each time they were short texts and pictures.

Jiyu would read it, and occasionally would reply a sentence or two, but they never talked about it. One was Jiyu’s intentional indifferent, and the other was that Fu Ren was very polite, and didn’t ask much, didn’t say much, and the tone was not very formal. It's annoying, sending and replying letters are simply neat, and the boy who knows morning and night every day and sends daily photos seems to be two people.

As a mature adult, if you are sure you will not respond if you have the budding feelings, you should immediately pinch them off. But Fu Ren's clean writing and open attitude made Jiyu no longer reject and delete people. Reason.

——He didn't say that he liked himself, but simply shared his life with himself, like a friend.

It's just that friends don't send morning and good night every day.

Ji Yu: [You don’t need to send me morning and night anymore. 】

He hinted again and again.

Fu Ren: [Not to be rude. 】

Ji Yu: [Do you do this to your friends? 】

Fu Ren: [Yes. 】

Ji Yu: "..." Okay.

What else can he say? There is nothing to say.

Day by day, although he received messages from Fu Ren every day, Ji Yu had not seen the other party since the dislocation of his hand.

Ji Yu didn't worry either, because he felt that seeing or not made no difference to him. The life was still the same. The hospital at home was two o'clock and one line, no waves, no surprises and no joy.

But these are just what he thought.

"It seems something is going on." The old father was lying on the bed with two rows of transparent cupping pots on his back.

"What's the situation?" Ji Yu lowered his eyes, looking at the kindle.

"You have been looking at your phone today."

Ji Yu said: "The one I saw is called kindle, not a mobile phone."

"You didn't look at the phone just now?"

The old father smiled, "I didn't aim?"

"...I took aim."

Ji Yu put down the kindle and said with a smile, "I just look at the time."

"Is there time on the kindle?"

Jiyu: "..."

"I've seen it all." The old father's tone was somewhat triumphant.

Ji Yu smiled helplessly: "It's nothing, but I recently met a child who sent me messages every day, several messages a day, but suddenly stopped posting these two days, which made me a little uncomfortable."

The non-message started from yesterday. There is no good morning that is accustomed to, nor is there any boring or exciting daily life. The chat page always stops at the phrase "good night" the night before, and there is no new message later.

Jiyu swiped it several times, disconnected the wifi and reconnected, checked whether the mobile network was turned on, and even checked the balance of the phone bill, and confirmed several times that his mobile phone was normal and he was not in arrears, so it was indeed the other party. No message was sent.

Why didn't you send a message? Do you feel that you are too indifferent and retreat in the face of difficulties? That would be great.

But what if something happens and you can’t send a message?

But yesterday and today are school days. He should be at school. Their school is only closed on weekends. They live in the school uniformly from Monday to Friday. What can be done at school?

When the old father heard it, he immediately threw out the four-character mantra: "I want to catch it."

Ji Yu nodded: "I think so too."

According to science, a habit can be cultivated in 21 days, and the behavior of a teenager sending messages to himself every day has lasted for two 21 days and more than 10 days. It has not only cultivated his habit, it can even be said to be a strong force across a space. Participated in his life.

The old father immediately became interested: "How old is he? Boy and girl?"

Jiyu Road: "Boy, 18 years old."

The old father was taken aback for a moment: "One year old?"

"One year old."

"you sure?"

Ji Yu said affirmatively: "He is my patient, I have seen his case, that can't be faked."

The old father asked again: "Are there any photos?"

Ji Yu shook his head: "No, his circle of friends is all basketball."

"So your relationship now is a boyfriend?"

Ji Yu shook his head without thinking, "No, we are not in love."

The old father was suddenly full of question marks: "Then what is your situation now? Haven't said it? Still in the ambiguous period?"

Ji Yu still shook his head: "No, he and I are just netizens, very ordinary ones."

As he stood up, he went to unplug the cupping pot for his old father, "He is too young, and I am not interested in old cows eating tender grass."

"Ordinary netizens can make you so distracted?"

Ji Yu couldn't help refuting to himself: "There is no unwillingness. I cupped you and read the book again. I did everything that should be done. I didn't have any problems at work today."

The old father raised his eyebrows: "Then why do you care about tender grass if you don't eat tender grass?"

Ji Yu: "...I didn't care about it."

With a "hum" sound, the information prompt sounded.

The hand that was still covering the cup just now reached into his pocket and took out the mobile phone. Ji Yu coughed in a serious tone: "Maybe something is wrong with the hospital."

The old father laughed teasingly: "I want to cover it up."

Ji Yu simply turned around, turned his back to his old father, and clicked on WeChat.

Just looking at it, his pupils shrank suddenly. Ji Yu stared at the words in a daze. After looking at them, he saw the words in the center of the screen--

【help me. 】

The author has something to say: Ji Yu: I don't have a soul or a house, I don't care about it, I don't want you to wrong me.

Ding! There is new news!

Jiyu: Let me get well soon! !

-

Come to Late Liao, this chapter will drop 100 red envelopes.

Next, I am ready to fight for it, and hope that it can be over! If you can't, you will lose ten pounds! If you do it, you will lose 20 catties!