Zhan Hanjue remembered that she was pregnant once later, and her pregnancy reaction was so severe that she vomited whatever she ate. He thought it should be the same as her first reaction.

He suddenly saw a line of text marked under the photo, which was the size of the fetus in the fourth month of pregnancy. It said that the fetus' development was delayed by one week.

Zheng Ling said with some shame: "Brother Jue, I was too willful at that time. I ate when I wanted to, and I didn't eat when I didn't want to. I didn't take into account that the children in my belly needed nutrition. So their development was delayed."

Zhan Hanjue's voice was slightly hoarse, "It would be nice if I was by your side."

Looking further down, Zheng Ling's body was growing rapidly like a steamed bun.

He simply couldn't imagine how Zheng Ling survived such difficult years.

"Zheng Ling, is it difficult?" he asked nervously.

Zheng Ling was slightly stunned. After understanding what he wanted to express, she smiled brightly, "Husband, I looked very cumbersome at that time, but in fact I moved very lightly."

Zheng Ling looked at Zhan Hanjue and smiled shyly, "Isn't it ugly?"

Zhan Hanjue choked and said: "It's not ugly."

His fingers gently stroked Luo Shihan's belly, feeling extremely sad. At this time, Zheng Ling should have had difficulty moving, but she came to the hospital alone for a prenatal check-up.

Zheng Ling shook his head, "No. It's because I'm too big and I'm afraid of taking up too much public space when I go out. So I squat in a rental house to contribute to the working citizens of the capital."

Zhan Hanjue couldn't laugh or cry. It was clear that Zheng Ling was afraid that he would be sad, so she said this on purpose.

Zhan Hanjue hugged Zheng Ling into his arms. At that moment, he had mixed feelings.

At that time, Zhengling was in the second trimester of her pregnancy, in the sixth month.

In the third trimester of pregnancy, most of her photos were taken while sitting.

Zhan Hanjue looked sideways at Zheng Ling, "Are you unable to walk?"

Zheng Ling didn't understand at that time why Zhan Hanjue couldn't give Luo Shihan a cup of love. Now she knows.

Because brother Jue's love is complete, all given to Yan Zhengling.

Unable to give it to Luo Shihan.

A photo album made him feel as if he was accompanying Zheng Ling through every step of her pregnancy. He could clearly feel Zheng Ling's difficulty.

"I'm sorry. Zheng Ling."

Zheng Ling smiled and said, "I don't blame you."

Zhan Hanjue looked at Yan Zheng, the culprit who made the noise, angrily and yelled: "Get out."

Yan Zheng said: "We are an old married couple, and they hug each other every now and then. Do you know it's shameful?"

Zhan Hanjue picked up the inkstone on the desk, and Yan Zheng was so frightened that he covered his face and shouted, "No, brother, I'm here to ask you to eat." After saying that, he ran away.

For such a dedicated man, what reason did she have to blame him?

The only thing to blame is her. She was worried about gain and loss and didn't confess her identity to him.

The door panel of the study room was suddenly slapped so earth-shatteringly that Yan Zhengling got out of Zhan Hanjue's arms.

Zheng Ling didn't want him to look at the photo album every day and make him sad. So he argued rationally: "Then let me keep it."

"I'll keep it." Zhan Hanjue was extremely domineering.

Zheng Ling couldn't laugh or cry, "Will you look at him every day?"

Zhan Hanjue put down the inkstone and locked the photo album in his drawer. Then he took Zheng Ling's hand and walked downstairs.

Zheng Ling asked him curiously, "Brother Jue, the photo album is mine. Why don't you return it to me?"

Lord Zhan Han said: "Are we still divided between us?"

Zhan Hanjue said: "You can watch it when you want to."

Later, reading this photo album almost became Zhan Hanjue's daily routine.

downstairs.

The children have prepared lunch.


Chapter completed!