Chapter 139： you are pregnant

"My wife is wrong." Facing Dong Lanqin's praise, Rao Shi Qiao Yian thought she was thick-skinned and was a little overwhelmed. She had never heard an elder praise her so much for so many years, and said modestly: "I am here today. It's just a coincidence that I met Mr. Wu in Antique Street and worshipped him as a teacher, after all, it was God's will."

"What God's will is not God's will... I don't believe in this." The old lady Wu waved her hand and said with a smile: "Our old man has been wandering outside for so many years, and there are so many antique streets in China, so he didn't go there without him. In the places he has passed, the country cemetery is drilled everywhere, thousands of people have been seen, and he has never seen him accept an apprentice... So in the end, what kind of will of God is this, after all, it is still man-made."

After chatting for a few words, Dong Lanqin also nodded secretly to her husband's judgmental eyes. The child in front of her was modest, neither arrogant nor impetuous, very good, suitable for identification. The old lady has always wanted a granddaughter all these years, but unfortunately her son only gave her two grandchildren.

The girl in front of her, although she was a closed-door disciple brought in by Wu Qiming, was much younger than her grandson. In Dong Lanqin's eyes, she was just as painful as her granddaughter.

"When you were outside just now, your master told me about your current physical condition, saying that you didn't look very well. You stretched out your hand and asked me to check the pulse." Dong Lanqin spoke softly, returning the topic to its original position, and said Qiao Yi'an's physical problems occurred.

Qiao Yian nodded, stretched out his wrist, and his fair and slender fingers had distinct knuckles and looked very beautiful.

Putting her hand on her wrist, Dong Lanqin closed her eyes and focused her attention and took her pulse seriously. However, as time went on, Dong Lanqin's brows became more and more wrinkled, completely no longer as relaxed as before when talking and laughing. The temperature in the whole room It all seemed to come down, which made Qiao Yi'an's heart tighten, and he was secretly worried.

Could it be that she really had some kind of terminal illness?

"Put out the other hand." Dong Lanqin had a solemn face, and pulsed back and forth on Qiao Yian's hand several times before she stopped the movement in her hand, looked at Qiao Yian from beginning to end, and asked solemnly: "Over the years, have you felt any discomfort on weekdays? For example, you are prone to fatigue on weekdays, and your hands and feet are cold in winter, but you like to sweat."

Qiao Yi'an frowned slightly, recalling his physical condition over the years, nodded and replied: "Yes, there is such a situation. It will be more obvious in winter." He is especially afraid of cold in winter, even in early spring. When others started wearing singles, he was still wearing a sweater.

Dong Lanqin frowned and continued to ask, "Do you still feel irritable, dry mouth and flushed on weekdays?"

"Yes."

"Isn't it easy to get overheated and excited?"

"……Yes."

Every time the other party asked a question, Qiao Yi's peace of mind became more and more serious, and Dong Lanqin's expression became more and more solemn. It seemed that every question the other party asked was on the top of his heart.

After half a sound.

Dong Lanqin raised his head and said solemnly to Qiao Yi'an: "I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

"Good news and bad news?" Qiao Yian frowned and thought, her heart seemed to be hanging in the air, and finally made up her mind to make a choice, "I want to hear the good news first."

She felt that it was better for her to listen to the good news first and slow down her mood in this state of mind.

"The good news is—you're pregnant."