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"Grandpa, you're exaggerating. Grandpa Wei's little girl is only one year old." Si Wenqian interrupted.

Master Si stared: "what's the matter with one year old? Will people leave? "

At the thought of Lao Wei showing off in front of him with that small meat ball, master Si couldn't help but let out another cold hum.

"I've asked people to watch the days these two days. I'll take care of the wedding and my great grandson. Mo, you have to work harder."

Xia Yiwan just took a breath, and was choked again.

"OK, I'll try." Si Mo agreed solemnly.

Looking at Xia Yiwan's embarrassment, Si Wenqian couldn't help laughing: "Grandpa, you should find a hole in the ground later."

"Well, well, I won't say, you drink porridge." Master Si said and stood up: "ah Mo, come with me to the study."

"If you can't eat, don't eat." Si Mo looks down at Xia Yiwan and follows master Si away.

Seeing this, Si Nuan immediately gathered around Xia Yiwan and flashed his eyes: "late, I'm very curious."

"Curious about what?" Xia Yi drank water and looked at her.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable wearing a condom every time you do it?"

"Poof!" Xia Yi sprayed saliva on her face.

Si Nuan Qian took a deep breath: "late, late!"

“sorry！” Xia Yiwan hurried to wipe her face.

"I'll do it myself." Si Wenqian pulled the paper himself: "you answer my question quickly."

Xia Yi was embarrassed: "we don't always..."

Si Mo doesn't like wearing it very much, and she often forgets it.

"So you've been taking birth control pills? But it hurts. " Si Nuan frowned.

"I......" Xia Yiwan said a word and suddenly stopped.

She hasn't taken birth control pills since she fainted because of the pill.

Xia Yiwan thought, and her face became pale bit by bit.

They usually take measures. Why isn't she pregnant?

"What's the matter with you?" Seeing that her face became ugly, Si Wenqian asked quickly.

Xia Yi regained consciousness late and reluctantly pulled his lips: "I may have eaten too much and feel a little uncomfortable."

"Then don't eat. Let's go watch TV."

"OK."

Sitting on the sofa, Xia Yiwan opened her eyes and looked at the TV screen in front, but she couldn't help thinking about the problem just now.

Why isn't she pregnant?

The more I think about it, the more frightened and uneasy I am in my heart.

She didn't dare to think deeply, for fear of getting an answer she didn't want to know.

"What are you thinking, so absorbed?" Sima's low magnetic voice sounded in his ear with a trace of curiosity.

He called her twice, and she didn't respond.

Xia Yiwan looked up at him, and then involuntarily looked away: "are we going back?"

"Yes." Si Mo said, holding her hand, and then frowned: "Why are your hands so cold? Are you wearing too little?"

Si Mo said, looking at Xia Yiwan, and then found that her face was unusually pale.

"I eat too much at night and feel uncomfortable. Why don't you call a doctor to have a look." Si Wenqian explained nearby.

"I know she's not feeling well. Why didn't you call the doctor earlier and sit and watch TV?" Simo said he was going to ask someone to call a doctor.

"No, I'll go back and have some morpholine." Xia Yiwan said and stood up, "let's go back."