PFC Chapter 158 Do you think it’s because I’m not good enough?
Chapter 158 Do you think it’s because I’m not good enough?
Because Jiang Zeyuan was tragically injured again.
It was a blessing in disguise as I was allowed to rest at home for two more days.
In the past two days, he was once again so shocked by his wife's mysterious secret that his jaw almost dropped to the ground!
The wound began to heal at an alarming speed!
This speed is even faster than a rocket!
But he is like a little spinning top that can't stop for a moment.
Over here, people were swinging axes and chopping firewood desperately. The firewood was piled up like a small mountain.
Over there, he ran to tidy up the vegetable patch, making it tidy, even more orderly than a military parade formation.
I am busy and having a lot of fun.
On this day, Jiang Zeyuan was training his troops on the training ground. The soldiers' slogans were deafening and everyone was in high spirits.
At this moment, the commander of the Fourth Battalion, Zheng Aijun, came over with a swagger.
His face was filled with uncontrollable joy, and he shouted: "Brothers, my wife is pregnant!"
That proud look was as if he owned the whole world.
When Jiang Zeyuan heard this, his heart suddenly tightened and his eyes unconsciously dimmed a little.
Zheng Aijun didn't notice anything strange about Jiang Zeyuan at all, and was still excitedly talking about his joy of becoming a father.
Unfortunately.
At this time, a company commander under Jiang Zeyuan asked heartlessly, "Battalion Commander, when will our sister-in-law give birth to a big fat boy for you?"
These words were like sparks hitting a barrel of explosives, instantly igniting Jiang Zeyuan's anger.
He turned his head suddenly, his face was terribly gloomy, and he shouted through gritted teeth: "You are the only one who talks too much!"
After saying that, Jiang Zeyuan rushed forward without further ado.
He gave the company commander a good beating.
The company commander was beaten so badly that he had no power to fight back and begged for mercy again and again.
The soldiers nearby were stunned by this sudden scene, and no one dared to step forward to dissuade them.
Jiang Zeyuan beat him and scolded him, "I told you not to train well, so you are inferior to others and can't even dodge!"
In fact, everyone knew that Jiang Zeyuan was not inferior to others because of his skills as the company commander.
It was clear that a sore spot had been touched, and he felt very aggrieved.
Until Jiang Zeyuan got tired of fighting and stopped panting.
The company commander got up from the ground, stood aside with a dusty face, and dared not say a word. After taking a nap, Jian Yue sat lazily by the yard reading a book. The sunlight was like a layer of delicate golden gauze, slowly falling on her.
At this time, Jiang Wenwen's familiar and somewhat anxious voice came from outside the courtyard: "Xiao Yue, Xiao Yue!"
After a while, Jiang Wenwen's graceful figure appeared in front of him.
She walked hurriedly but lightly, with an expression of uncontrollable joy on her face.
One hand gently stroked the slightly bulging belly, and he walked towards Jian Yue cautiously but impatiently.
Jian Yue looked up when she heard the voice, and seeing Jiang Wenwen's expression, she guessed about 70% of what was going on.
Jiang Wenwen stood in front of Jian Yue and took a few breaths.
After calming down his breathing, he could not hide his excitement and said, "Xiao Yue, I have good news to tell you!"
Jian Yue put down the book in her hand and looked at her with a smile, her eyes full of curiosity and expectation.
"You look so happy. Sit down and talk slowly."
Jiang Wenwen sat down next to Jian Yue, her cheeks flushed, and she said softly, "I'm pregnant!"
Jian Yue was slightly stunned at first, then she said with a face full of congratulations: "That's really great! Wenwen, you have to be careful."
As she spoke, Jian Yue took Jiang Wenwen's hand and whispered in her ear, "Especially the sex life, we have to stop now."
When Jiang Wenwen heard this, her face instantly turned red like a ripe tomato, and she said coquettishly: "Oh, what are you talking about!"
He pretended to reach out and hit Jian Yue.
Jian Yue didn't dare to hide, and hurriedly stood still, with a nervous look on her face, "No, no, no, I dare not move, for fear that something bad might happen to you."
Jiang Wenwen stopped what she was doing and gently hit Jian Yue, "You are the only one who has no control over your mouth."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Jian Yue held Jiang Wenwen's hand and carefully reminded her of many things to pay attention to during pregnancy.
Jiang Wenwen listened carefully and nodded from time to time.
The reason why Jian Yue knew so much was all due to the influence of her best friend in high school in her previous life.
That best friend got married early, and soon after marriage she became pregnant and gave birth to a child.
Therefore, he always asked Jian Yue, who was still in college, to accompany him to the hospital for check-ups.
Thinking of her now.
Jian Yue couldn't help but wonder in her heart, wondering how the other party was doing.
Did you attend your own funeral?
When Jiang Zeyuan returned home, his face was longer than a donkey's.
His face showed that he was troubled, as if he had lost his soul. He looked like an eggplant hit by frost, completely wilted.
At first, Jian Yue was busy in the kitchen and didn't pay much attention to his dying behavior.
When they got to the dinner table, Jiang Zeyuan still looked dazed.
He poked the rice in the bowl with his chopsticks, but didn't put a single bite into his mouth for a long time.
Jian Yue couldn't bear it any longer, so she picked up the chopsticks and knocked on his head.
"Where have you gone to? What are you thinking about? Why don't you even eat?"
Jiang Zeyuan raised his listless eyes and glanced at Jian Yue's still flat belly.
He swallowed hard and said pitifully, "Wife, why is there still no movement in your stomach? The wife of Zheng Aijun from the Fourth Battalion is also pregnant, and we..."
When Jian Yue heard this, her heart skipped a beat and she suddenly felt guilty.
He glanced upward unconsciously, cleared his throat, and said with a stiff upper lip: "How should I know? Can you blame me for this?"
When Jiang Zeyuan heard this, his shoulders drooped instantly.
His brows were knitted together so tightly that they could pinch a fly to death. "It's all over! Wife, do you think it's my fault?"
As soon as he said this, Jian Yue, who was taking a sip of hot soup, spat it out with a "puff".
I choked so hard that tears came out, and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You are just talking nonsense!"
Don’t you know whether you can do it or not?
This is the first time I heard a man say that he is not good enough.
This Jiang Zeyuan is really such a "surprise"!
Jiang Zeyuan had a bitter face, "How can I not be anxious? Look at them, they all have babies. How can I not be anxious? I even wonder if there is something wrong with me."
Jian Yue was so angry that she threw her chopsticks. "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up! Giving birth is not an urgent matter. It all depends on God's arrangement."
Jiang Zeyuan sighed, "Alas, when will God arrange it for us? I'm looking forward to it every day."
Jian Yue rolled her eyes and stuffed a large piece of meat into his mouth. "Stop thinking about it and eat your meal quickly. What is meant to come will eventually come. Who knows, I'll give you a big surprise someday."
Jiang Zeyuan responded with meat stuffed in his mouth and mumbled.
But that expression is no different from that of an eggplant hit by frost.
At night, so that my wife can get pregnant earlier.
They were so busy that it was dawn and Jian Yue fell asleep!
How difficult is it to tell him that I have had the birth control injection?