The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

After waiting for half an hour, Yang Xiaoqian still had no symptoms of vomiting, and the two happily hugged each other tightly.

"Thank you, Artin." Yang Xiaoqian kissed Jiang Yuting on the face.

These days, Jiang Yuting has done everything he can to make her eat.

His sister-in-law and the old people in the village have been consulted by him.

As soon as he hears that someone has a prescription for treating infertility and vomiting, he has the cheek to consult others.

Jiang Yuting is handsome. In addition, he has been exposed to the sun and wind for several months. Instead of being white all the year round in the laboratory, he has tanned a lot and looked mature.

The feeling is even different.

The handsome and mature man asked his daughter-in-law how to be infertile and vomit. If he didn't know that he was a real wife slave and that the golden girl with Yang Xiaoqian was beautiful, he really thought he had some bad habits.

Jiang Yuting thinks that all experiments and Research on the peak of life are nonsense.

He is now the peak of his life.

What can make you happier than this?

The feeling of a beautiful wife in her arms is really a feeling she has never felt before.

Then, that night, Jiang Yuting slept with his daughter-in-law as he wished.

Although he was in the same bed before, he quietly held Yang Xiaoqian in his arms every time when she fell asleep.

That night was different.

With that kiss in the afternoon, it's natural to go to bed and hug your daughter-in-law.

Jiang Yuting felt that if he wasn't worried about not being able to do the birth inspection, he would still be happy in such a day.

Although, every few days he would take Yang Xiaoqian to old man Bai and ask him to feel his pulse.

But I always feel that I still need to look at the instrument and feel relieved.

The white old man was very angry about this.

"Lao Tzu, this is handed down by our ancestors. Instruments and instruments, and laoshizi's, sometimes make mistakes." Old man Bai was very angry about Jiang Yuting's persistence. "Do you know what our ancestors did? They were imperial doctors in the court in those days. Do you understand them?"

That's the one who asks for a safe pulse for those people in my mother.

And he is the best traditional Chinese medicine of their Bai family in these years. How dare he question his professional level?

It's simply unreasonable.

"Grandpa, don't be angry." Yang Xiaoqian hurried to appease, "he cares, but it's chaos."

"Hum." The white old man snorted coldly and stared at Jiang Yuting, "that is to say, in the face of your daughter-in-law, otherwise, hum..."

As for his bad temper, I haven't seen it yet.

Who do you like to see a doctor? Anyway, he won't serve.

Is so proud and charming.

Yang Xiaoqian smiled helplessly. It seemed that the two people had been wrong since they met on the first day. They always had to make a few words to be comfortable.

But I simply know that they have no malice.

The rain stopped, but the bad news was that the only bridge outside the village was washed away by the flood.

"Didn't it rain a lot this time?" Jiang Yuting asked.

So how weak the bridge is.

"It's raining heavily above." The village head sighed and said with some worry, "I don't know what's going on over there“

They live deeper in the mountains than they do.

"The bridge can't be repaired for a while. You have to wait." The village head said apologetically.

After the weather clears up, everyone has to go to the fields to see how the crops are. There is no time to repair the bridge. Besides, now the rain has stopped, but the river flow is still very urgent, which is not suitable for building the bridge.