Ji Chicheng looked at Ji Anning's abandoned figure, smiled dozingly, and accelerated his pace, chased her, put his arms around her waist, and kissed her face Then, "My wife, don't listen to him, the old man is jealous of us because he doesn't exercise in bed."

With this wife, Ji Anning's heart trembled, shy and liked.

She pouted and ignored him, but quietly stretched her hand behind his back and hugged his waist.

Shouted silently in my heart, husband.

Her husband, a cold and proud husband.

...

"These medicines are used up, just come and review it next month."

In the hospital, every morning is busy, and sometimes I can't even drink a sip of water.

Sitting in front of him was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy holding a pile of medicine. He was immersed in teaching him how to take medicine.

After the explanation, the teenager took the medicine, got up and thanked Xiang Yi lightly, then turned and left.

When the patient was gone, Ji Anning opened the door and pulled Ji Chicheng in.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Xiang Yiqing lowered his head to sort out some documents. He didn't look up, only knowing that someone was coming.

Thought it was a patient who came to see him.

But after asking, there was no response for a long time. The hand holding the pen paused and raised his head. A smile appeared on his face immediately, "It's all right so soon."

He put down his pen and stood up.

Ji Anning nodded, "Yes, it is probably because your young boss arranged it, so they dare not neglect."

With a joke, she glanced at Xiang Yiqing's desk again and asked, "Are you still busy?"

"There are still one or two patients." Xiang Yiqing returned to Ji Anning, and then looked at Ji Chicheng excitedly, "Chicheng."

When the morning was busy, he only made arrangements for them in a hurry. Up to now, he hasn't greeted them well or said a few words.

He was very enthusiastic, clutching Ji Chicheng's arm, speechless with excitement.

But Ji Chicheng asked him coldly, "Who are you?"

"Uh!" Xiang Yiqing was taken aback, staring at Ji Chicheng's expressionless face for a second or two, then turned to look at Ji Anning in confusion.

Without waiting for Ji Anning to answer his doubts, Ji Chicheng's voice suddenly sounded, "I have amnesia."

Ji Anning frowned and looked at him in disgust, "Uncle, can you stop playing?"

Xiang Yiqing understood immediately, stretched out his hand and patted Ji Chicheng on the shoulder with no anger, "Your kid actually pretended to be with me!"

Still very excited, he held Ji Chicheng's shoulders tightly with his hands, pursed his lips, and patted again, "You kid, worry about us."

Ji Chicheng ignored his concern and looked at him unhappy, "Wait for you to have a meal, Huadu will wait to thank you."

As he said, he raised his foot and walked to sit down opposite Xiang Yiqing.

Xiang Yiqing smiled apologetically, pointing to a stool next to him, and greeted Ji Anning: "Sit down first. I have two more patients and can leave after reading."

Ji Anning nodded, "You are busy with you, don't worry about us."

Then she turned around and walked to stand beside Ji Chicheng.

She was pregnant. Of course, Ji Chicheng couldn't let her stand. He immediately got up and gave up his seat.

Inadvertently swept his gaze to the desk in front of him. At the upper right corner of the computer screen, he saw a name. He was a little surprised, "Qiu Yang?"

He was reading the name, and suddenly the door of the clinic was pushed open again.