Suddenly, she was looking forward to the future after the children were born. She thought that he must be the best father!

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In the next few days, Ling Yiran needed to inject a fetal injection every day, but she didn't have to go to the hospital every day. Yi Jinli would ask the nurse to come to the house to inject her, which would be much more convenient for her.

As the number of times increases, the pain gradually increases with each injection. Even the frequent injections on the stomach are a little green and purple, which looks a bit crawling.

At night, Yi Jinli looked at Ling Yiran's abdomen that had been pierced with many eyes, and felt distressed in his eyes, "Or why should I ask the doctor if there is any other way to replace the injection."

"No need, if there was a better way, the doctor would have said it a long time ago." Ling Yiran said, "Besides, this looks a bit scary, but it is not that exaggerated. Moreover, there are many pregnant women who have given injections even more exaggerated than mine. Especially some test tube babies, some start to be shot in one injection from the early stages of pregnancy, and they have to be given until they have a baby."

He was silent. She had only been hit for more than a week now, and her stomach was like this. If she really hit until she gave birth, he would even feel a pain in his heart.

"Don't worry, I really don't feel it hurts." Ling Yiran pretended to be relaxed and comforted Yi Jinli.

He lowered his head and kissed the needle holes on her abdomen. Each needle hole was her dedication to the child!

"I really hope I can take on this for you." He murmured.

"You are always with me every time I check in and have class, and you are already sharing the burden with me." Ling Yiran said.

But for him, it was still far from enough. He didn't want her to suffer any more injuries or pain, but now, there was still no way to avoid it, and let her bear it.

At this moment, Ling Yiran's cell phone suddenly rang. When Ling Yiran saw that the caller ID was Zhuo Qianyun's call, he answered it.

Zhuo Qianyun's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Yun, it's so late... I haven't disturbed you."

"Ah, no, I'm not asleep yet." Ling Yiran replied, feeling that Zhuo Qianyun's voice sounded a little strange now, "Sister Zhuo, what happened?"

"I..." Zhuo Qianyun on the other end of the phone took a deep breath and then said, "You don't have to fight for my custody lawsuit. I plan to give up fighting for custody with Ye Wenming."

"What?" Ling Yiran was shocked, "Sister Zhuo, are you going to give up? Don't you want custody of Xiao Yan no matter what?"

"That's the past." Zhuo Qianyun's voice was full of bitterness, "But now, I think about it. In fact, Xiao Yan will only suffer with me. If he follows Ye Wenming, he will at least have a good future."

"But......"

"Yiran, thank you for what you did for me. I will go to Ye Wenming and personally entrust Xiao Yan to him! I don't want to make a fuss too ugly at that time to fight for custody, but let Xiao Yan bear everything that he shouldn't have to bear at a young age." Zhuo Qianyun said.

After saying this, Zhuo Qianyun ended the call, Ling still stared at her cell phone, and for a moment, she was still unable to recover.

"What's going on?" Yi Jinli asked.
Chapter completed!