Rebirth: TMD pregnant again

9.1 Rebirth and Escape

UPDATE!!

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I DON'T FEEL TO TRANSLATE RIGHT NOW. I DON'T KNOW WHY I LOST MY MOTIVATION BUT I STILL TRANSLATE IT BECAUSE I LOVE LING FANGPING AND THE NOVEL EVEN THOUGH MY TRANSLATION IS NOT ACCURATE. YOU STILL GUYS WAITING FOR IT WHICH IS I'M GRATEFUL.

THANKS FOR ALL THE VOTES AND COMMENTS EVEN THOUGH IM NOT REPLYING ALL OF IT. I'M STILL APPRECIATE IT.

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Is this the so-called seeing mother-in-law? The most terrible thing is that his son-in-law is still a counterfeit. (Ling Ling, you made a mistake ==)

There were not many times he was nervous between life and death but there was a sizzle in the chest. Ling Fangping despised himself while he couldn't help but wonder. If he don't know that such a disgusting person, Tan Zeyao, there will be a mother.

The woman who came out of the back room wore a white half-sleeve cheongsam. Although the wind cream on the eyebrows showed that she was old, the petite body was not deformed. She was wrapped in a white cheongsam like the Republican Shuyuan in the portrait. She is a very old lady.

Tan Zetao squats gently on Qin Yue’s shoulders and relatives: “Mom, didn’t you say you want to meet him?” Seeing Ling Fangping still squatting there. He urge: “Xiao Yu! What are you doing? Still not coming over! ”

Ling Fangping walked over and called out "Auntie". Qin Yue voice is beckoning him to come over and stretched out her hand on his face. Ling Fangping looked up in surprise and found that her eyes were black and bright but there was no focal length. Ling Fangping was in a tight heart, only listening to Qin Yue’s smile: “Xiao Yan, finally someone is better than you. God has eyes.”

Ling Fangping：“……”Is this to praise him or to praise her son?

Qin Yue get Tan Zeyao's hand to play with her hair.：“There is a sour plum soup in the refrigerator. I will bring it to Xiao Yu。”

Tan Zeyao jumped away with the song. Ling Fangping was so shocked that his eyes were falling out. Is this the Tan Zeyao he knows? Maybe, no matter how old you are, just be in front of your mother, you will always be a child.

Qin Yue took Ling Fangping to the chair next to her and whispered in his ear: "Hey, how is my son?"

“……”According to Ling Fangping's real thoughts, the ghost doctor is very arrogant and very self-righteous. In addition to cooking and eating. There is simply nothing but in front of the old lady, he can't make a second. Ling Fangping stunned and replied: "That... ...very good. I am... I am his patient, we are not very familiar."

Qin Yue smiled and said: "You don't have to lie to me. I know that you are his little lover."

Ling Fangping：“……”Can this kind of thing be said to parents? As a mother, she was supposed to be violent to me, slap me, make me cry, screaming at me, slam me and then look for a lot of women for her son to take turns to meet each other?

Qin Yue said：“Xiao Yao are proud of their small character and never bring their classmates home. Since he brought you here. You will be a family later。”

Ling Fangping：“……”

Tan Zeyao took a jar of sour plum soup and poured out two cups. He gave a cup to Qin Yue. The other cup sipped his mouth and then handed it to Ling Fangping: "Open mouth."

Come again. How can I drink that?

Tan Zeyao held the cup in an unyielding manner and smiled: "You haven't eaten the saliva of mine, as for? Open your mouth!"

"Hey - cough, cough, cough." Qin Yue licked her mouth and coughed again. Tan Zeyao took it past for his mother. When Xiao Yan’s four to thirteen years old, he is already mixed with people outside. If he plays the little girl, it’s a mouthful. It’s nothing to be surprised. It’s just that the baby is a high-ranking person. From a young age, he doesn’t spit out a dirty word. The "I" self-proclaimed sound is really... cough...

Ling Fangping still drink the sour plum soup better and ran a few toilets without face. When he went back to the toilet, Ling Fangping heard Qin Yue whispered, "Is there no more episode?"

Tan Zeyao answered：“No。”

Then the voice of Qin Yue: "This is the medicine that you asked for. If you make a mistake, eat one, don't eat too much." The last voice seem to be a slight sigh.

“Ok. I know. ”

The nerves of the special forces after training were naturally sensitive and the dialogue was only vaguely heard. Ling Fangping deliberately put his foot on it and the conversation in the house stopped.

Their dinner is a dumpling from his own bag and cabbage pork stuffing boiled from a large pot. Ling Fangping ate better and he kept holding his stomach on the road: "I'm too full. You see my stomach is big."

Tan Zeyao's mouth twitched for a moment, not laughing.

Ling Fangping touched his nose. Did not speak.

The car stopped in front of the red light. Tan Zeyao reached out and touched his face. He licked his lips and said: "I didn't expect you to make dumplings."

"Crap! I did not?" Mom's life creed is that rice can be done by her alone. The man does not have to go to the kitchen but the dumplings must be packaged together by the family, the group is round and good. Ling Fangping remembered the painful experience of being forced by his mother to make dumplings.