C414 It's a Lot of Milk
Her reaction now is that the milk is clogged and the milk is rising.
If the child was by her side, she could still suck it to help her dredge it, but now her child was gone.
A trace of pain and discomfort arose in her heart. Her eyes were already filled with tears.
Gong Mingchuan was even more uncomfortable than her.
If what Ouyang Shuo said was right, the child she gave birth to in the United States was his.
After all, eight months ago, no one had touched her except him.
But that child was gone. . .
Actually, the mother and son had just separated not long ago.
It was just that when they had just separated, her brain had been damaged. She had forgotten the past, forgotten the man she loved, and forgot her own child.
The swelling of milk was unbearable. Youyou could not help but frown and let out a painful groan.
Women who had given birth knew how painful it was to inflate milk. When the channels and collaterals could not be dredged, the lump of milk would pile up together. If it was light, it would cause a fever. If it was heavy, it would be fatal.
"Let's go to the hospital," Wang Yao said.
Youyou shook her head. "No. "
Her memories of the past were now filled with hospitals.
She seemed to be locked up in a laboratory. Every day, she was faced with doctors who wore surgical knives and white coats.
She was traumatized.
"Then, you can't let me suck it out for you, right?" Although Gong Mingchuan really wanted to be her good husband, a good man, but to suck the milk out of a woman, why didn't he become a milk pump?
Hearing what Gong Mingchuan said, Le Youyou was both angry and angry. "Can't we think of another way? You just want to do it yourself, and you will get addicted to it! Bah, shameless, perverted! "
After being scolded by Youyou, Gong Mingchuan's face turned black, then red. . .
He wanted to beat her up and carry the disobedient her to the hospital, but Le Youyou was so scared that her whole body trembled when she mentioned the hospital. He really could not bear to force her to recall the things she was most afraid of.
What should he do?
He advised her, "Let me suck it for you. . . "
Smack!
What answered him was a slap from her.
Young Master Gong really wanted to flip the table!
At this moment, the sound of a baby crying suddenly came from outside.
Gong Mingchuan's eyes lit up and he opened the door and shouted: "Sophie, bring the little thing in. "
He had just adopted a ready-made baby. He might as well bring it over for Le Youyou to play with. He could unblock the milk for her and accompany her so that she would not have nothing to do and would constantly think about the matter of him and Tang Wan getting the certificate.
Youyou was currently feeling unwell and her mood was extremely jittery. Suddenly, Gong Mingchuan carried a swaddling cloth and walked in and placed the baby in her arms. "A ready-made milk absorber, suck it. . . "
Youyou immediately became angry. "I don't want to be a mother!"
Gong Mingchuan was also angry. "I'll suck it for you, or let the baby suck it for you. Choose one for yourself. . . "0
Youyou's expression was really depressed and helpless as she roared. "You go out!"
Gong Mingchuan turned around and walked out. He lit a cigarette in the corridor and waited quietly.
Youyou sat on the bed and lifted the blanket. She saw a red face.
This little guy seemed to have just been born not even a month ago.
Such a small child was actually smart, as if out of instinct, she turned her little head around, her little mouth accurately aimed at her chest, and began to suck like a tiger.
The child was so good at finding milk to drink. It seemed that he was very familiar with her embrace. He closed his eyes in enjoyment and sucked on his grandmother. He slowly fell asleep.
Youyou's channels and collaterals were dredged by the little child, and the swelling of her milk also eased up a little.
Youyou hugged the little baby and thought, How good would it be if this little baby was her own child?
But why did this child look so similar to Gong Mingchuan?
Even very similar to herself!
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