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    Jiang Fanyin froze on the spot, helpless all over her body.

    How could she possibly be pregnant? Obviously never had a...

    Even with Song Boxue, she was always on point, but the pulse was too absurd, so absurd that it made her feel unreal.

    Jiang Fanyin suddenly approached Zhu Zhu and looked straight at her: "I'm dreaming, right? It must be a dream, right?"

    It must be a dream!

    Zhu Zhu observed Jiang Fanyin's expression, and suddenly felt that it was difficult to tell the truth at such a time, she took a breath and replied, "Miss Jiang, you are not dreaming, all this It's all true, if you don't believe it, try it yourself."

    Jiang Fanyin was stunned for a while, his hands did not move, his lips were tightly pursed, and soon the corners of his mouth overflowed with a bright red, and his lips were bitten hard.

    It hurts a lot, but she doesn't feel the pain enough, how could it be true?

    "Don't panic, maybe we guessed wrong, I'll go to the doctor." Seeing this, Zhu Zhu hurriedly left the inn.

    Jiang Fanyin slowly sat down at the table, the room was silent, only the sound of her own breathing could be heard.

    She felt her own pulse again and again, from disbelief to despair.

    It is true, she is pregnant.

    Jiang Fanyin's thoughts were like a mess, and she couldn't figure out why she was pregnant. Who is the father of the child?

    She doesn't remember that she has had intimate contact with anyone other than Song Boxue, nor can she have that kind of contact with other men, unless she is unconscious...

    Zhu Zhu came back very quickly. To be on the safe side, she also invited two doctors to come.

    Two doctors took turns to take Jiang Fanyin's pulse, and the whole process only took half an hour.

    But these half-hours were extremely difficult for Jiang Fanyin. Although she had confirmed it countless times, she still held a bit of luck.

    I hope I'm wrong, I hope I'm confused, or I really hope it's a dream.

    "The girl is happy."

    The two doctors looked at each other and said the same answer.

    They saw Jiang Fanyin's appearance, but she still didn't have her hair in a bun, and it was still what unmarried girls often do nowadays, not like a married woman.

    I didn't dare to say congratulations for a while, I could only tell the conclusion honestly.

    Jiang Fanyin breathed a little, and it took a long while to find her own voice: "There is a doctor, this is the consultation fee."

    Zhu Zhu finally recovered from the shock and sent the doctor away. She looked at Jiang Fanyin, who was stunned, and asked in a low voice, "Miss Jiang, who is this child... who are you with? Does Song Boxue know?"

    After asking, she couldn't wait to give herself a big mouth, how could she be so impatient?

    Who would answer this embarrassing and inappropriate question for outsiders to know.

    "I don't know, and she doesn't know either." Jiang Fanyin's expression was calm and calm.

    Huh?

    What is it that I don't know, and she doesn't know?

    Zhu Zhu frowned tightly, tried to understand, and guessed: "You mean you don't know who this child is, and Song Boxue doesn't know that you are pregnant?"

    That's what it means.

    That's right, looking at Jiang Fanyin's reaction, it was obvious that she knew she was pregnant, so Song Boxue naturally wouldn't know.

    Jiang Fanyin was silent for a moment, then nodded vaguely: "I don't know, and she doesn't know either."

    As if she could only say this, repeat it word for word.

    Zhu Zhu's brows furrowed even more deeply, which is troublesome. Even Jiang Fanyin himself doesn't know who the child is, so who else knows? Dad?

    But there is another possibility, that is, the father comes to find the child...

    No matter which possibility, it means that Song Boxue is miserable, his sweetheart is pregnant with someone else's child, hey...

    Zhu Zhu stared at Jiang Fanyin, hesitation flashed in his eyes: "Miss Jiang, you... Are you going to let Song Boxue know about this?"

    Jiang Fanyin remained silent, and after a while he whispered: "I don't know--"

    I don't know who this child came from or what to do next.

    Do you want to tell Song Boxue?

    Can you tell Song Boxue?

    Jiang Fanyin doesn’t know…

    She touched her belly, the palm was flat, the pregnancy was short, and she could not feel anything.

    Zhu Zhu stared at her hand movements, and gave Jiang Fanyin a deep look: "If you keep this child, Song Boxue will know, if you don't, it will be up to you whether Song Boxue knows or not. Willing to say it or not, as for my side, I will never leak half a word."

    Zhu Zhu's words have a certain tendency, she does not agree with keeping the child.

    Imagine, if Gao Zhilan suddenly became pregnant one day, and said he didn't know who the father of the child was, who could believe it? Who can stand it.

    She looked stiff, and sighed silently when she thought of something. If Gao Zhilan insisted on keeping the child, she seemed reluctant to do anything forcibly. Big things are not worth it.

    But the premise of all this is that Jiang Fanyin really doesn't know who the child's father is.

    Jiang Fanyin touched her abdomen, her stiff expression seemed to have forgotten how to regain her agility.

     Her expression remained the same and her tone was calm: "I want her to know."

    Song Boxue once told her that no matter what happens, you have to say it, ask it, don't think about it yourself, say it clearly, and ask it clearly, in order to solve the problem.

    Jiang Fanyin's eyes widened, and he got up to find a pen and paper.

    Yes, let Song Boxue know.

    In her heart, she had the courage to gamble for no reason, prompting her to tell Song Boxue about it immediately.

    It seems as if something irreversible will happen if you hesitate any longer.

    She was afraid that if she hesitated any longer, she would choose to hide it despicably.

    So write immediately without delay.

    Jiang Fanyin wrote word by word, from getting on the carriage to feeling unwell, from guessing to finding a doctor for diagnosis.

    Finally, she wrote: I don't know what to do, can I listen to you? How do you let me be.

    She wrote carefully and anxiously, her heart was disturbed and could not be quiet for a moment, and she always felt that she could not express herself clearly.

    Before sending it out, Jiang Fanyin opened the letter again and added: If you can't make a decision, you don't need to reply, I know what to do, I only care about you.

    She didn't know what to do, but she didn't want to embarrass Song Boxue.

    As it was written in the letter, she only cared about Song Boxue than the child who didn't know the reason.

    Although cruel, it is an undoubted fact and her most certain mood at the moment.

    Seeing that she made a choice so quickly, Zhu Zhu couldn't help admiring her. He was really a brave and decisive person.

    Seeing the messenger take the letter away, Zhu Zhu shook his head: "Miss Jiang, did we forget something?"

    Jiang Fanyin was stunned when he heard the words: "What's the matter?"

    The next moment, Zhu Zhu slapped his forehead, the two looked at each other and ran out the door together.

    On the carriage outside the inn, only the curtains were left floating in the wind.

    When they arrived at the inn, they only cared about Jiang Fanyin's pregnancy. They asked the doctor and delivered the letter. They forgot that there was still a person lying on the carriage.

    As a result, this negligence made people run away.

    Jiang Fanyin frowned slightly: "It seems that I need to write another letter."

    So that Song Boxue would know that Hua Si had escaped, so she had to take some precautions.

    This time, Jiang Fanyin felt a lot calmer when he wrote the letter, maybe he had already made a decision, or maybe he had prepared for the worst.

    So she was a lot more determined, and finally added: I think you should believe me, so you don't need to worry, because to me, you are the most precious.

    It doesn't matter who the child's father is, or even the child itself, the most important thing is that person, her Master Song, Song Boxue.

    Jiang Fanyin suddenly had endless confidence in her heart. She knew that the confidence came from Song Boxue, as if Song Boxue would calm all her worries and unease.

    That person always has a reassuring magic that makes her move and yearn for it.

    I had only left for half a day, and Zhu Zhu ordered the guards to send them expedited overnight, so in the second half of the night, only less than an hour later, Song Boxue received one after another. two letters.

    After reading the first letter, she was stunned. Sister Jiang is pregnant? !

    Don't know who the father of the child is? Like it just popped out of nowhere?

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     Go to bed early~

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