Transmigrate to be Queen

When Zheng Fusheng saw Man'er, he couldn't help turning white and even sweat seeped out, which really scared him,

"Man'er, Man'er, Qingkou, Qingkou -"

He first called maner twice, and then began to shout Qingkou loudly. Qingkou immediately entered the house.

"Green button, come and have a look at man er."

Zheng Fusheng was at a loss holding Man'er. He didn't know what was wrong. He just played a little temper with Man'er. As a result, Man'er became like this. He really regretted that he died.

Man'er has a stomach and is still busy with the warm shed. It's all for himself. Why can't he understand her? Moreover, he has changed the director's time. Why should he insist on her? He's completely asking for pain.

"What's going on?"

Qingkou touches Xiaoman's pulse. Although it's a little unstable, it shouldn't be a big problem, but he always needs to know the cause of the matter. Whether it's knocked or for no reason, it will lead to different consequences.

"A little angry."

Zheng Fusheng replied ungratefully that the answer was really embarrassing. There were only two people in the room. Man ER was angry. The culprit must be himself. A big man was angry with a pregnant woman. He lost his face at home.

"Angry?"

How can it be? Qingkou knows Prince Chun's attitude towards the princess best. He's really afraid of being scared in his hand. He's afraid of melting in his heel. He doesn't think he takes care of the princess well enough. Otherwise, he won't even quit his job when the princess is pregnant.

"Well, I'm angry. I just said something I shouldn't have said."

Zheng Fusheng shrugged his eyebrows and his face. He felt very bad. No one knows how much Ning Xiaoman has paid for himself. His attitude just now is really a little bad.

"No, it's none of the Lord's business. It's just that the child kicked me. It's just a little heavy. I don't know where to kick. It's painful for an inch. Now it's relieved and doesn't matter."

Ning Xiaoman caresses his stomach and is obviously better.

Zheng Fusheng took a soft handkerchief and carefully wiped Ning Xiaoman's forehead and face. He was very distressed,

"Man'er, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

In addition to these three words, Zheng Fusheng really doesn't know what else he can say. Life is too comfortable. He can't find himself comfortable. Did Man'er do anything wrong? The answer is yes. She didn't do anything wrong. It's disgusting for an old man to pick things.

Zheng Fusheng was suddenly bored with himself. He took care of the vine and asked Qingkou,

"How is it? Is it serious? Do you need to prescribe some adjustment medicine?"

Looking at the prince's careful question, Qingkou really doubted how the prince was angry with the princess just now.

"The princess is pregnant now. It's better not to take medicine or not. I just diagnosed the princess's pulse. It's really no big problem. The prince can rest assured. If the princess is really in trouble, I won't hide it from you."

Qingkou quickly gave Wang Ye a reassurance. Wang Ye was obviously too frightened, which made Qingkou a little worried.

"That's good, that's good."

Zheng Fusheng laid Man'er on the bed, helped her cover the quilt, and helped her remove the hairpin on her head,

"Close your eyes and have a good rest."

Zheng Fusheng gently patted the people around him with his hand. Man'er's face has improved. It should be like what Qingkou said. There is no big problem, but only Zheng Fusheng himself knows how scared he was just now. Until now, his heart is shaking and can't fall back.

Looking at the abnormal state of the Lord, Qingkou looked at Xiaoman. Ning Xiaoman just looked at her, shook his head and nodded. Although he didn't speak, with the daily tacit understanding, Qingkou saw Xiaoman and reassured himself.

"Then I'll go out first, Lord. Call me again if you have anything."

Looking at the Lord nodding his head, he didn't even look back. Qingkou silently walked out of the door and took the door for them.

"Fu Sheng, you worry. It's okay. It's just fetal movement."

Ning Xiaoman's fetus has been six months. It's normal to have fetal movement. However, this time, some of the fetal movement is too big and frightens people.

"Look, he moved again."

Ning Xiaoman felt that her stomach was moving again, but she just had a sense of impact and sliding as usual. She didn't feel the pain just now. She herself was a long sigh of relief. It was really too painful just now.

However, Ning Xiaoman didn't expect to frighten Zheng Fusheng like this. Therefore, she doesn't dare to act like a spoiled child with Zheng Fusheng now. She says how painful she has just been and asks for comfort. On the contrary, Ning Xiaoman also wants to comfort Zheng Fusheng. She finds that she slows down. Zheng Fusheng seems to be immersed in the just atmosphere and doesn't wake up.

"You touch it and have a look. You can see the ups and downs."

Ning Xiaoman pulled down the quilt and untied the outer shirt. The middle coat was just a thin layer of silk. It was easy to see the bulges on the belly one after another.

"The child has grown up. Now it's powerful."

Ning Xiaoman reached out and touched Zheng Fusheng, then pulled Zheng Fusheng's hand, let him feel the child in his stomach, and saw Zheng Fusheng's face soften.

"Seeing how healthy the child is, he must be a naughty boy. Even if he is a girl, he must be dishonest. He doesn't know whether he can obey our discipline."

Ning Xiaoman said with a little worry.

"Dare not obey our control. You take him so hard. If he dares not to be filial to you, I won't beat him."

Feeling the fetal movement of his baby, Zheng Fusheng also imagined the appearance of the child. At this moment, the whole heart was soft, and the fetal movement of his baby was clearer and warmer.