A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song QingHan felt some pain in his abdomen. He could not help opening his heavy eyelids and looking down.

"..."

why is his stomach as big as pregnant?!

A tall figure quickly came to him, stopped one meter away from him, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Song, are you ok?"

Song QingHan subconsciously turned his head and was surprised to see the man's facial features.

Isn't this the man who often appears in his dream?

Speaking of that dream, song QingHan couldn't tell whether he was dreaming now or the modern life of the last life.

He pinched himself, took a breath and said, "is it true?"

There was a twinkle of heartache in the man's eyes. His fist was loose and clenched. He seemed to want to move forward, but he stopped for some reason.

"Don't hurt yourself any more. When the baby is born, you can go wherever you want."

It can be seen that the man said this sentence in the heart of incomparable suffering, brows tightly wrinkled, as if hidden in the lingering sorrow.

Song QingHan did not understand the current situation, but he still understood the man's words.

He once again bowed his head to confirm his stomach, and then reached out to touch the things below. After confirming that there was no mistake, he looked at the man with a white face, and said miserably, "I, I am going to have a baby?"

The man took this as song QingHan's daily madness. Without a word, he picked up a bowl from the table next to him, handed it over slowly, and said in a soft voice, "eat something. Don't starve the child to death, but starve yourself first."

As soon as he reminded him, song QingHan suddenly felt hungry, as if he had not eaten for several days.

He is a doctor. He pays more attention to maintaining himself. Where can he be hungry?

The man saw that he robbed the bowl in his hand. He didn't fall on the ground as usual, but ate it slowly. He was surprised in his eyes.

He wanted to ask something, but he was worried that it would affect song QingHan's eating mood. He was silent and turned away.

In fact, song QingHan was also interested in getting close to him, but his words at dinner did not conform to his personality, so he had to watch him walk out of the room.

Speaking of the door... He raised his head and looked around, with a touch of doubt on his face.

Isn't this the house of ancient people in TV series? It's made of adobe. It's not strong at first sight.

Including this meal, he looked down. If he guessed correctly, the vegetables and fat on the rice were all boiled with water, with a little salt, and there was no other seasoning. It seemed that the food could be diluted to birds.

But even if the food was not good, he ate the last one honestly.

What a shame to waste food!

After eating, he felt his physical strength recover a little, and slowly walked out of bed.

It's just that when you wear shoes, your eyes can't avoid looking up at your high-rise stomach. After a long time, you will have a subtle feeling of sprouting.

He walked out of the room and saw that the man was chopping firewood. The biceps brachii on his arm was as solid as steel, and the six abdominal muscles on his lower abdomen rose and fell with the breath, which made people salivate.

The man noticed him and stopped the movement of his hand. He raised his hand to wipe his sweat. He asked tentatively, "is Mr. Song better?"

Song QingHan cleared his throat and said what he had just made up.

"Well, I and I seem to have forgotten the past. I remember my name is song QingHan. Who are you? Can you tell me something about me? "

His face is not red, heart does not jump to tell lies, but in the heart but secretly vowed: I promise not to cheat you in the future, so you hurry to say it!

The man was stunned, looking at his dodging eyes, for a long time did not speak.

When song QingHan had an impatient look on his face, he just seemed to wake up from a dream and said, "Oh, probably because of pregnancy. It's not strange to hear what happens when you are pregnant."

This is not like to say to song QingHan, but rather to persuade himself.

He looked down and thought about it. He finally thought of where to start. He pointed to himself and said, "my name is Wu Dahu. It's your husband. You married me three days ago. Since then, you haven't eaten anything. Don't embarrass yourself. If you break your body, you'll suffer losses. The children in your stomach are innocent."

Song QingHan froze because he understood Wu Dahu's words.

It's a man married here?! And still get pregnant?! His husband is the man in front of him!

Although he is curved, right, and even dream of with Wu Dahu Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa, but! But it doesn't mean he wants to have children!

Seeing the desperation on song QingHan's face, Wu Dahu clenched his fists and pursed his lips into a straight line, which seemed to be suppressing something.

Do you still hate him when you lose your memory?

Song QingHan did psychological construction for a long time, and finally digested the news.He leaned against the door and suddenly felt something wrong.

"Three days ago?! In three days, my stomach is so big? " He exclaimed.

Even if the world has been very mysterious, but three days can let a fetus develop like this, he still can't accept.

Wu Dahu's mouth appeared a wry smile, slowly said: "you are pregnant for half a year, a month ago was Lin Fu rest home, and then married me."

Song QingHan opened his mouth and felt that the amount of information was a little big.

So, he married into what Lin family first, and was suspended after five months' pregnancy. Then he found Wu Dahu to be the pan Xia, and sent him a news of his father's happiness by the way?!

The owner of the body had a good time! He is a modern man who dare not play like this.

Thinking of this, he looked at Wu Dahu sympathetically and sighed, "you can marry a child in your stomach, not your woman... Man."

When he said this, he almost broke his tongue. He was not used to marrying, but "man" instead of "woman".

Wu Dahu looked at him strangely, his face showed a hesitant expression, and said: "it should be... It's mine."

Song QingHan didn't react at the beginning. When he wanted to understand what Wu Dahu said, his whole face was distorted.

"You mean you make him pregnant and let him marry others. When others don't want to be a collector, you can't help but marry him back?"

Wu Dahu was stunned. He opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but he didn't know which sentence to explain, so he closed his mouth.

Song QingHan took this as his default. He was so angry that he threw the door back and sat back on the bed.

I didn't expect his husband to be a scum! A total scum!

Wait, what husband, if it is also the husband of the original owner, is not his, he will not recognize a slag man as a husband!

Song QingHan didn't see Wu Dahu again until dark.

Song came in at noon, and then he turned his face to the cold.

Fortunately, this song QingHan can't get along with his body. Although he is angry, he still takes the bowl.

Seeing this, Wu Dahu stood in the same place and pondered for a while, and then slowly opened his mouth: "it was a coincidence that I had a night with you. After that, you and your family threatened me that I could not tell. I saw that your future is promising, so I hid this matter in my stomach. When I see you again, three days ago, your family tied you up and asked me to take the betrothal gift, and then I hastily married you to me. "

When song QingHan digested the news blankly, he pursed his lips and hesitated to say, "you have not been allowed to marry others, nor have you been forced to marry back. It's just that you... Have not looked up to me before."

With that, he seemed to feel embarrassed if he stayed any longer, and turned away without looking back.

Song QingHan looked at his generous back and felt a little bleak.

After eating tastelessly, song QingHan couldn't help standing up and slowly walked out.

This yard is not big. There is a large water tank on the left side, which is full of water, and the right side is piled with firewood. The chopped and the uncut are piled together neatly, which makes people feel disordered.

There are only two rooms in the house. One is the one he lives in and the other is the kitchen, which is on his right.

Song QingHan took the bowl and walked slowly into the kitchen. He was surprised to find that Wu Dahu was spreading grass on the ground with a thin cotton tire on it. If he was right, he was going to lay the floor here.

"What are you doing? Why don't you sleep over there? " He couldn't help asking.

Wu Dahu turned his head and looked at him. He pulled the corners of his mouth. He didn't care. He said, "I've been used to sleeping for two days. I snore for fear of affecting you."

Song QingHan sensitively realized that the real reason was not this, and asked tentatively, "is it that I didn't let you sleep there?"

There was silence in the kitchen, but he had the answer he wanted.

Song QingHan had no choice but to rub his temples, and felt that the mess he had left himself was really a headache.

"That..." he said again, slowly: "you sleep over there, the kitchen sleep, not good."

Don't say the kitchen environment is too bad, that is still burning wood, can release most of carbon monoxide, poisoning can do? Even in the modern times, not to mention the more backward medical conditions in ancient times.

Wu Dahu looked at him carefully. Seeing that he didn't look fake, he nodded gently and said, "OK."

In fact, he did not want to live there, not to mention the environmental problems, only said that if song QingHan had something in the middle of the night, he could take care of it.

Living in the kitchen, although close, but also separated by a wall, unless song QingHan called out to him, or simply do not know the situation there.

Thinking of this, he thought it was good for song QingHan to forget the previous things. The whole person seemed to be a different person. He did not make sarcasm or cry or scold him. Although he was still a little short tempered, it made people feel lovely.It would be nice if we could do this all the time. But my grandfather said that after giving birth to a child, the abnormal reaction of pregnancy would naturally disappear. I'm afraid that song QingHan would really leave him by then