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I stayed by the bed all night.

Renee Jones woke up full of energy after a good sleep. Seeing the dark circles under my eyes, she was shocked: "Honey, you didn't sleep all night?"

She looked at the bed next to her with some confusion: "Didn't the nurse tell you that you can sleep there?"

I stared at her without blinking, a little dazed.

This face that I have pampered is full of collagen. Especially when the morning light shines into the room, her already fair complexion looks even more like an exquisite porcelain doll.

Will a girl whose heart and eyes are filled with me and who is willing to marry far away for me betray me?

I still don’t believe it. To be exact, I dare not believe it.

"Honey, is there something dirty on my face?"

I shook my head: "No, I'm just worried about you and Jack , so I don't dare to sleep."

Renee Jones' eyes suddenly turned red when she heard this. She took my arm affectionately and kissed me on the face: "Honey, you've worked hard." "Love you."

Maybe it was because I had some reservations, her intimate behavior made me feel a little uncomfortable. I forced myself not to get up, not to shake off her soft and boneless little hand, and tried to persuade myself not to think too much.

If Renee Jones betrays me, I would rather swallow ten thousand needles!

I really couldn't believe it, but the doctor wouldn't lie to me. She clearly thought that I was too embarrassed to admit that I was horny and that caused my wife to almost have a miscarriage.

As for the protective measures the doctor mentioned, I know them better because I have already learned relevant popular science knowledge online.

The important thing is that the doctor did an internal examination. They know better than us why Renee Jones has signs of threatened miscarriage. If they are not absolutely sure, the doctor will never be so nosy as to give so many instructions to a grown man like me.

I tried to cheer myself up, and after accompanying Renee Jones to do the fetal monitoring, I suggested going home to cook. Renee Jones did not refuse, and I felt relieved for no reason. I must have been overthinking it.

After arriving home, I cleared the takeout on the coffee table and looked around the house, but didn't find anything unusual. I couldn't help but curse myself for being so suspicious. Maybe Renee Jones was just feeling lonely when I wasn't at home.

In my eyes, what's the big deal? After she got pregnant, I relied on the five-fingered girl to solve the problem.

The haze in my heart disappeared, I hummed a song, threw away the garbage and started cooking, but what was the powder that was not completely washed away in the sink?

I picked it up with my fingers and sniffed it, and was suddenly struck by lightning: it was cigarette ash!

No one in the family smokes, and Renee Jones is even less likely to smoke. Before she became pregnant, she would suffocate at the smell of cigarettes, and after she became pregnant, she could not stand the smell of cigarettes even more.

So, which man came to my house and smoked in the kitchen?

The kitchen knife chopped faster and faster on the chopping board, as if I wanted to chop off that wild man's heart!

At this time, Renee Jones called me and said, "Honey, your mother brought a free-range chicken over a few days ago. Can you take it out and thaw it to make chicken soup?"

Has my mother been here? That's right, after all, my mother is addicted to smoking. She must have been unable to resist and took two puffs before being stopped by Renee Jones .

It is also because of this that I dare not let my mother take care of Renee Jones.

When I opened the refrigerator, I found two chopped chickens. The packaging looked like the same bag my mother often used from the vegetable market.

If my mother came over, I really couldn't blame the wild man for the ash.

After a lot of work, the chicken soup was ready. I called my mother and said, "Mom, I have cooked the local chicken. It is so delicious! Thank you, Mom!" "You little bastard, you have a conscience."

"How's Renee Jones' appetite these days? Has the morning sickness gotten better?" My mother kept on telling me how to take care of a pregnant woman, no matter how big or small.

My eyes were red, and I didn't dare to tell her about Renee Jones' hospitalization. Unexpectedly, my mother suddenly asked, "Alex, did you change your car again?"