"What should I do? I've already gone to the hospital for a checkup, right?"
Wang Yue raised the corners of her mouth and continued to ask.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian nodded in agreement.
"Oh my god, what else should I say? That is, Cheng Bao, your mother will give you a little sister soon. Are you happy?"
Wang Yue asked his grandson.
"Happy, Chengcheng is so happy, Chengcheng is going to have a sister."
Chengcheng is really happy.
Zhuo Jian had a headache at Fu Yanye's place, but after coming to the old house, he finally made up for it.
"By the way, where is Aye? Does he know you are pregnant?"
The old lady suddenly thought that Zhuo Jian came back alone so late at night, and couldn't help but ask again.
The smile on Zhuo Jian's face faded a little, and then she sighed helplessly, "He thought it belonged to Sheng Xin."
"..."
Everyone looked at her curiously.
"Sheng Xin was also at our house on the day of the accident. Our captors asked us to take ambiguous photos. Chengcheng's father said that he saw the photos and insisted they belonged to Sheng Xin."
Zhuo Jian explained.
Everyone: "..."
"Does this kid have amnesia or dementia? Have you explained it to him?"
"I explained it, but it's useless."
Zhuo Jian lowered his head in frustration.
Why.
Fu Zhengzheng frowned, "Don't think too much now. You should pay attention to keeping a happy mood during pregnancy. I'll talk to him."
"I'm afraid it's useless. He seems to prefer to see what he sees with his own eyes."
Zhuo Jian replied to him.
"How did he know how good your relationship was before? When he finds out, he will definitely regret what he said to you today."
Fu Zhengzheng told her patiently.
Zhuo Jian said no more.
Wang Yue asked her, "Aye didn't say anything unpleasant, did she?"
"He wanted me to abort the child."
Zhuo Jian replied.
"What? This brat is really..."
After hearing this, the old lady became so angry that she developed high blood pressure.
Wang Yueduo glanced at Zhuo Jian, thought for a while, and reminded her, "Take good care of her and don't think too much. We will talk to A Ye about him. When he confirms that the child is his, he will definitely apologize to you.
"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian nodded in agreement.
After dinner, Zhuo Jian accompanied Chengcheng upstairs to sleep.
The family was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Wang Yue frowned and wondered in a low voice: "I don't know which hospital Jian Jian had her examination at?"
"What's wrong?"
"With the hospital's certificate, Aye can no longer doubt it."
Wang Yue said.
"That's true. Then, go ask Jian Jian."
The old lady thought what she said made sense.
"How dare I ask more questions now? There was a rift between our mother-in-law and daughter-in-law before. If I ask random questions again this time, I'm afraid it will really chill her heart and she won't be able to save her."
Wang Yue weighed it and explained.
"Then, shall I ask?"
The old lady thought about it and didn't think there was anything she didn't dare to ask.
Anyway, it was all for the purpose of easing the relationship between their husband and wife.
"Then it would be best if you ask Mom."
As soon as Wang Yue heard what the old lady said, he was very satisfied.
The old lady didn't take it seriously. After Chengcheng fell asleep, she went to her room with Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian walked to the room and saw the old lady coming out of the bathroom. She went to greet her and asked, "Grandma, I'm here."
"Baby, did you write out an order when you went for a pregnancy test?"
"List? Yes."
"Then Aye has lost his memory and can't remember what happened before. What do you think about dumping the list to him?"
"ah?"
"Just throw it in his face."
The old lady continued.
"..."
Zhuo Jian thought, maybe this is the only way to go.
But why on earth would she want to prove her innocence?
She is obviously pregnant with his child, can he believe it or not?
"Honey, you two can't have any bad feelings now. Grandma thinks it's better to make it clear, and the sooner you make it clear, the better. What do you think?"
Seeing that she was not firm, the old lady nodded her head again.