1188. Chapter 1188 766 Sadness is the price of sin 44
He Lianqing gently raised his lips and smiled: "Yes. On July 7th, you are also discharged from the hospital. You can indeed attend."
Qian Xiaojiu smiled gracefully, and the two of them looked up at Locke. Locke shrugged and sighed: "Well, I have no choice but to wait for Anthony to come over and discuss it with him."
Qian Xiaojiu snapped her fingers and suddenly declared with great excitement: "So, I want to lose weight!"
Helian Qing and Locke immediately glared at each other and yelled: "No!"
Qian Xiaojiu touched her loosened abdomen, stretched out her hand and asked Locke: "Then give me the ointment. Hey, I know you must have prepared it for me."
"What ointment?" He Lianqing lowered his head and asked in confusion.
Qian Xiaojiu immediately raised his head and explained to Helian Qing: "The last time I gave birth to Chengcheng, he gave me a box of ointment. Miraculously, as soon as I touched it, the loose flesh on my stomach became thinner within a month.
It’s the same as before, the stretch marks are gone, and although it doesn’t feel as good as before, it’s still firm, so I just need to use it with a gauze belly band.”
Helian Qing narrowed his eyes and made no comment.
Locke said amusedly: "Aren't you afraid that He Lianqing will be jealous if you tell me my best wishes for you like this?"
Qian Xiaojiu asked strangely: "Why is he jealous? Just because you gave me the auxiliary ointment to restore my figure?"
Locke smiled and said nothing, but the meaning was obviously very clear, that's what he thought.
Qian Xiaojiu turned to look at He Lianqing, reached out and poked him and said speechlessly: "Hey, do you mind?"
"What do you think?" He Lianqing narrowed his eyes. Qian Xiaojiu knew that he minded.
But does he care?
Qian Xiaojiu was angry. No matter how much she cared, she couldn't stop her from wanting to get back in shape!
"Since I'm going to attend this wedding banquet, I can't lose your face! I'm your wife, am I not your facade?" Qian Xiaojiu turned her hand and reached out to Locke, "Anyway, I will remove the stitches tomorrow.
You can take care of it yourself. I'll also have some gauze and bandages to prepare."
Locke stood up and sighed helplessly: "Okay, okay, I know. Since there's nothing wrong, I'll leave first."
"Yeah. Goodbye." Qian Xiaojiu smiled and waved. As soon as Locke left, Qian Xiaojiu raised her hand and grabbed He Lianqing's hand and asked, "What do you mind?"
He Lianqing gently held her hand, and when he met her doubtful but clear eyes, he suddenly couldn't tell her how to tell her that he cared about other men caring about her figure.
?
"It's nothing. Do you want to see the babies? Little Persimmon and Little Lion seem to have grown up a little bit..." He Lianqing lifted Qian Xiaojiu's quilt and picked her up, without explaining what he had just done.
He held Qian Xiaojiu in his arms and walked out the door as calmly as the wind.
*
He Lianyu gently opened the curtains of the room and looked out the door. The black car and the faint black voice were still there.
It's getting late, isn't he ready to leave?
"Knock, knock." Someone knocked on the door. He Lianyu turned around, lowered the curtains, sat down on the sofa, and said, "Please come in."
The person who came in was He Lianfeng.
"Yu'er."
"Dad." He Lianyu stood up and looked at him. He Lianfeng walked over slowly and sat down on the sofa on the other side of her. Then he sighed deeply and said, "I'm going to take you with me this Saturday."