Three Hundred and Eleven I Have Second-Hand Smoke

"First check to see if she is pregnant. There is a cloud of shadow in the womb, but it's hard to say what it is!"

The old authority raised her head and blocked what An Ran wanted to ask. She didn't see the final result, so she couldn't make any guarantees for An Ran. 』 』 Extracurricular books? W? w*W. ┡Ke Wai Shu ． ?O R G [No pop-up novel network]

This is called rigorous.

After all, the abdominal B-ultrasound machine in this health center is a medical product that was eliminated by major hospitals 20 years before the end of the world. The B-ultrasound effect produced is very unclear. Child, or a cyst?

can not confirm! ! !

An Ran nodded, and walked out the door with the increasingly restless baby in her arms. She hurriedly went down the first floor, looked left and right, there were people everywhere, and there was no corner for her to breastfeed, so she frowned and walked out the back door. , to the side of Zhan Lian's car.

At this time, Zhan Lian had already got out of the car, closed the car door, and was about to lean against the edge of the car door to smoke a cigarette. Smoking in the car was afraid that it would be bad for the doll and that the doll would inhale second-hand smoke.

But she was startled, seeing An Ran running out with the child in her arms, so she tensed up, took a step forward, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"She's hungry."

An Ran hugged the baby who was obviously impatient and was about to burst into tears, and opened the door of the rear seat, and saw that behind the driver's seat of the rear seat, a few bags of supplies were placed behind the driver's seat, all of which were baby supplies , I don't know where Zhan Lian got it.

An Ran had no time, he thought, directly closed the car door, turned the rear of the car, and got into the car from the other side.

After sitting in, just as soon as she lifted her clothes, An Ran saw that Zhan Lian was still standing by the car window watching, so she hurriedly put down her clothes, opened some car doors, and said to Zhan Lian outside the car doors:

"What are you looking at? Turn around."

"Look at what? I can't see anything either."

Zhan Lian shrugged, turned around obediently, leaned against the closed car door, took out the cigarette, and lit it. He laughed at his ex-wife's off-line in his heart. The car windows were originally covered with car film, so it was difficult to see the scene inside clearly from the outside. He even wore sunglasses, what could he see clearly?

After a while, Zhan Lian finished smoking a cigarette, and waited for another ten minutes. Guessing that the baby was almost fed, he turned around and just wanted to ask An Ran if the baby was full, so he gave An Ran Opened the car door, took the doll out, held the doll upright,

While patting the doll on the back, he walked around in place.

Zhan Lian leaned over, leaned against the rear of the car, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and asked, "Why don't you go inside to do some business, and Zhan Anxin give me a hug?"

An Ran, who was holding the doll and patting her hiccup, lowered her eyes and did not answer.

She heard Zhan Lian's words clearly, but can she trust Zhan Lian?

Of course, if Zhan Lian wanted to snatch the doll from her, she wouldn't be able to resist.

An Ran didn't speak, Zhan Lian laughed like a self-deprecating, didn't force her, just found a step for himself in embarrassment,

"I have second-hand smoke on me, so I don't hug or hug."

His heart was bleeding a little, because An Ran didn't trust him.

An Ran is also embarrassed. To be honest, she and Zhan Lian are far from being as familiar with Yun Tao's little mint. Although Zhan Lian is the baby's biological father, Chen Jiao can even throw her own son in the pile of zombies. What about An Ran? Can it be guaranteed that Zhan Lian will not treat the baby badly?

Seeing Zhan Lian turn around, with his back to her, leaning against the side of the car and start smoking again, although that back figure is strong and capable, but invisible, there is a sense of loneliness, An Ran's heart hurts a little .

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