That glance was as soft as brocade, and Jiajia almost fell into it and couldn't extricate herself.
She quickly averted her gaze. Shi Ying took a long breath and stood up, but she lacked the previous high spirits.
"Okay? What did the doctor say?"
"Very healthy." Jiajia responded conditionedly. Something suddenly came to her mind and she said angrily: "Why should I tell you?"
"Jiajia." Shi Ying called her helplessly, trying to hold her hand: "Stop making trouble."[
"Who are you making trouble? You were the first to say you don't want children. Anyway, this is my child, so I don't need you to worry about it." Jiajia took steps forward hurriedly.
Shi Ying's face tightened, and she quickly caught up with her and grabbed her hand.
"Shi Ying, please let me live!" Jiajia suddenly stared back at him blankly.
"..." Shi Ying was stunned.
The expression on his face became ugly. Jiajia bit her lip, feeling that her words were too harsh.
But she didn't know why she felt uneasy.
But the moment he held her hand, there was an electric current flowing between his palms. This familiar feeling of suffocation made her repulsive. At that moment, her bones were filled with the feeling of the past twenty years, so profound.
All the feelings in my head are flooding out, which is a bad sign.
She doesn't want to go back to her old ways!
She didn't want to, so she tried her best to suppress the love that was getting stronger day by day, and the complaints that were getting weaker day by day. What she was actually afraid of was that she was so hopeless that she would lose her armor.
Sometimes she wakes up in the middle of the night and realizes to her horror that Shi Ying doesn't need to do anything. Just with her twenty years of obsession, she might not be able to beat time.
They say time is a good medicine; but is time not a poison?
Being able to downplay her hatred will allow her to continue to be mean; she is unwilling to give in, does not want to give in, and is even more afraid of giving in.
"I'm going back." Her voice was lowered, and she waved to the servant next to her, who was supporting her. Shi Ying looked behind and his eyes couldn't help but interfere, so he followed behind, one meter away.
Jiajia felt uncomfortable and extremely irritable.
The pregnant woman's mood fluctuated greatly. After taking a few steps, she turned around and yelled at Shi Ying fiercely, "Can you please stop following me?"
Shi Ying's expression went from being sad at first to calm at the end in just two seconds. He walked to her side expressionlessly and waved to the servant.
The servant was in a dilemma, but the look in her future uncle's eyes made her instinctively take two steps back, leaving space for the two of them.
He stood tall and straight, standing next to Jiajia, protecting her instinctively, keeping her in a safe place and isolating the patients from coming and going.
Jiajia glanced at him, and then Shi Ying's cell phone rang, and she vaguely recognized that the voice was that of a woman.[
She angrily snatched his cell phone away, and without waiting for him to say a word, she threw his cell phone into the corridor.
Shi Ying curled her lips and said, "It's my mother, asking me about the results of my prenatal check-up."
Jiajia's face turned pale, she pushed him hard and walked forward quickly.
"Are you jealous when you hear a woman's voice? I've never seen you react so much before. Don't you care?" He caught up and asked in a low voice. Jiajia glared at him angrily: "Why do I care about that? I see.
Your mobile phone is not pleasing to the eye! Don’t think you are being sentimental!”
"Do pregnant women tend to have bad tempers?" He seemed to be muttering to himself. Seeing that her expression was not so good, he added: "I'm not talking about you, you have always had the best temper."