540 540. Her Future brother-in-law was a military Ruffian

Actually, a lot of things were already in the past.

Song Beibei had long forgotten most of her own heart.

She was originally a person with a bad memory.

Song Beibei sometimes thought, forget it.

Gu wanjing looked like she was truly regretting it.

So what if she didn't forgive her?

Although she had never thought of getting close to Gu Wanjing, she didn't want to treat her as an enemy either.

So when Gu Wanjing came, Song Beibei also spoke to her in a friendly manner.

Gu Wanjing also exchanged a few pleasantries with her as if they were just ordinary friends.

Unintentionally, she said, "I heard that the chief gynecologist of Pu Ren, Dr. Fang, is also the deputy chief surgeon. "

Song Beibei nodded, "that's right. "

Gu Wanjing said, "Dr. Fang is very famous and has a lot of clinical experience. You don't have to worry at all. The baby will definitely be born safely. "

Song Beibei said, "thank you. "

Because the baby was still not born, after a discussion, Song Beibei decided to have a c-section tonight.

The time was scheduled for the wee hours.

Because Song Beibei's situation was special.

Now, all the doctors were gathered in the room next door for a meeting to prevent any special situations from occurring.

Just as Gu Wanjing was about to leave, Xiao Mianjun and Mu Lan entered.

Gu Wanjing only nodded lightly at the two of them and then left.

In the past, Gu Wanjing had a good relationship with Mu Lan and Xiao Mianjun.

Even when Mu Lan used to host family banquets, she would invite her.

But later, Song Beibei could not remember when exactly it was that they seemed to have become much more distant.

Gu Wanjing left.

Mu Lan and Xiao mianjun walked to the bedside.

Song Beibei was rather surprised.

Because she did not inform them beforehand that she would be coming over today.

Song Beibei said in surprise, "mom, sis, when did you come over? Why didn't you tell US earlier? Yan Qing should have come to pick you up. "

Mu Lan sat by the bedside with a smile, "he doesn't have anything on his mind right now. Now, of course, he has to be with you wholeheartedly. You worked so hard to give birth to his son. "

Mu Lan said with a serious expression as she held Song Beibei's hand, "Beibei, it's been hard on you. "

Song Beibei was a little embarrassed. "Mom, why do you say that? "

Mu Lan gently patted Song Beibei's hand.

She also knew that Song Beibei had been through a lot since she was pregnant.

So many things had happened in between.

The family didn't help much.

It was all the responsibility of the couple.

Mu Lan said, "I bought you bird's nest. After you give birth, you should take care of it. You've been pregnant for so long, but you haven't gained any weight. "

Song Beibei found it funny. "Mom, can't you tell that I've gained more than 30 pounds? "

Mu Lan said, "it's good to be fat. You're just too thin. It's risky to give birth to a child. You guys want to look good when you're young, but does being thin make you look good? I don't think so. "

Mu Lan rarely nagged.

Song Beibei laughed foolishly at the side.

Actually, Song Beibei felt a long-lost happiness from being nagged by the elders.

Xiao Mianjun couldn't help but say, "mom, aren't you also losing weight? You can always control your weight at 95 pounds. "

Mu Lan raised her head and rolled her eyes at Xiao Mianjun. "I don't want to have a child. In the future, when you and Jingrong have a child, you can't control your weight. "

Xiao Mianjun said, "who wants to have a child with him? "

Wei Jingrong was Xiao Mianjun's boyfriend, and they had known each other for half a year.

Their relationship had been relatively stable.

Wei Jingrong was a major in the army.

Their story was also considered a legend, and the two of them could be considered to have met without fighting.

Then, Xiao Mianjun was pestered.

In Xiao Mianjun's words, Wei Jingrong was a military Ruffian!

Song Beibei had seen that person once.

He looked ordinary, but his ordinary and unrelated combination was very pleasing to the eye. There was an indescribable temperament about him.

No matter how Song Beibei looked at him, she felt that her future brother-in-law was righteous and awe-inspiring.

There was no Ruffian aura about him at all.

But she didn't know why Xiao Mianjun could always call him a soldier Ruffian in exasperation!

But no matter what, Xiao Mianjun had finally found her own happiness.

The woman who had once vowed never to marry was finally warmed by a burning heart.

The hurt that Xiao Mianjun had suffered was still a secret.

Song Beibei had once felt that it was a knot in her heart.

Although there was still a knot in her heart.

But Song Beibei had long decided that this secret would definitely be brought to the coffin in the future.

As long as they were happy together.

After a while, Gu Yanqing came over.

Xiao Mianjun said to Gu Yanqing, "brother, I have something to tell you. "

Xiao Mianjun and Gu Yanqing went out.

Song Beibei woke up in pain at night.

But when she woke up, she realized that she wasn't lying on the bed.

She was in the car.

Beside her was Gu Yanqing and a bunch of doctors and nurses.

Song Beibei heard the sound of an ambulance leading the way.

She asked, "where am I now? "?

Song Beibei felt dizzy.

Shouldn't she be lying on the bed in the ward now?

Gu Yanqing calmly grabbed song Beibei's hand. "In the car. We're transferring to another hospital. We'll be there soon. "

Song Beibei had no idea why she had to be transferred to another hospital.

But the pain was so intense that she couldn't think straight.

It was almost midnight.

During the check-up tonight, Song Beibei had been having a miscarriage.

In addition, the due date had arrived, and the baby had yet to move.

It was already decided that she would have a c-section in the early hours of the morning.

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