Chapter 10 10. Pregnant women are the most unreasonable women in the world

Even if you haven't read martial arts novels, you probably know who the white-haired witch is, right?Especially for women, the story of the white-haired witch can touch their hearts more, because it is about a romantic and sadistic story, and because Lin Qingxia's interpretation of this role is superb. The white-haired witch is an orphan who was brought up by a she-wolf. She also practiced good swordsmanship enough to dominate the martial arts world, and became the leader of the green forest at a young age. And, she is beautiful. All beauties are arrogant, and even capable beauties think too highly of themselves.But even a peerless beauty with eyes above the top is full of expectations for love, longing to meet a man who is on par with her, and then start a love story that shakes the world and weeps ghosts and gods.

Zhuo Yihang is the man that the white-haired witch is looking forward to, whether it is hardware or software conditions, it seems that he exists for the white-haired witch. Their love is indeed enough to shake the world and weep ghosts and gods, especially the sword that Zhuo Yihang stabs into the white-haired witch's body, which makes her turn white overnight. Wen Jiajia thought, she must have been pissed off. However, even though she has white hair, the white-haired witch is still magnificent, and there are poems to prove it: "Leaning alone on the cloudy clouds to reflect the sorrows, who will relieve the tears in the cold weather? A piece of clothing is lightly sent to care, and a few strands of heartfelt love fill the hole." Autumn. Surprised by noodles, sighing and shy, youth is like water and dreams are like silk. But how much love is bound by love, white hair changes overnight."

The artistic conception portrayed in this poem and Brigitte Lin's image as the white-haired witch deeply entered Wen Jiajia's mind, but she never thought that after encountering the real version of the beggar gang leader, she would run into sharp The version of the white-haired witch... When Mrs. Huang accompanied Frank down the stairs, both of them walked lightly, for fear of disturbing the sensitive creatures in the house. Frank carried a sleeping little girl on his shoulders, which should be the "Julie" that Mrs. Huang had just mentioned when she first entered the door.The girl's face is somewhat similar to Frank, but because she is in the most cute childhood in her life, she looks much cuter than Frank.

Mrs. Huang still speaks with a Taiwanese accent: "Mainlanders are so rich and fierce now." Unexpectedly, Wen Jiajia from upstairs was coming out of the room, holding a towel and making a lot of noise, not concealing her displeasure at all, and walked into the bathroom with a "clack clatter" of her slippers. The two of them glanced at her back at the same time, and they were silent for a few seconds. Frank's face was a little embarrassed: "I'm bothering you." Huang Tai said politely: "Where, you are taking care of my business." Wen Jiajia came to the door of the bathroom, and saw a wooden sign hanging on it, with "occupied (in use)" written on it, and "vacant (vacant)" on the reverse

But Wen Jiajia didn't understand, at this moment, at this moment, even if she understood this mood, she didn't bother to pay attention to it, she just pushed open the door and was about to go in, but her face was covered by the oncoming fog. In the bathroom, a pregnant woman with short hair was proudly looking at her naked belly in the mirror. Her nightdress was pulled up above her belly, and a towel was wrapped around her belly, making the size of her belly stand out indiscriminately. The short-haired pregnant woman obviously didn't expect an uninvited guest to share this picture with her, so the moment she saw Wen Jiajia, she immediately screamed and subconsciously covered herself with a towel.

Wen Jiajia was also taken aback, but she quickly realized that the villain complained first, "Why didn't you lock the door!" The short-haired pregnant woman is not a good stubble either: "You can't see the sign on the door!" As soon as the words fell, the pregnant woman with short hair slammed the door shut hard, blocking the burst of anger. Wen Jiajia stared at the English sign on the door, not knowing it at all, "Damn, they are all women, who hasn't seen it before!" Going back to the house angrily, Wen Jiajia threw down the towel and the basin, sat down on the bed depressed and aggrieved, looked around the small room with disappointing eyes, feeling like a stuffy steamer with a lid on it , looking forward to someone lifting the lid of the pot to relieve her.

Who else is this besides Lao Zhong? When Wen Jiajia dialed out the phone, the word "husband" was displayed on the screen, but there was still only a message from the other end of the phone: "Sorry, the person you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later..." Depend on!Wen Jiajia dropped the phone. First, he encountered the leader of the beggar gang with blood stains on his body, then he encountered a male and female male and female evil spirits to ban the confinement center, then he encountered Taiwan's yellow-faced aunt who made things difficult, and then he encountered such a vicious woman.Who is she provoking, God wants to send so many heavenly soldiers and heavenly future to train her in one go?

The most hateful thing is, that damned stinky man, when he needs you, he will keep seeds in your belly if he wants, but when you need him, he will never be there!not there! Wen Jiajia will understand in a few hours that no matter how bad her mood is, the earth is still turning, no matter how turbulent her emotions are, the sun will still come the next day as scheduled. As if to satirize Wen Jiajia's anger, Seattle ushered in another fine weather the next day. The sun was shining, and it was shining through the curtains on Wen Jiajia's face, who was having a good dream. Wen Jiajia opened her eyes in bewilderment, not knowing where she was for a moment.She closed her eyes and reacted for a few seconds before she remembered that she was already in a foreign country, and now she was lying in a room bought after a lot of fighting.

The owner of this room is that Mrs. Huang with a dead face. Just thinking of this, Wen Jiajia couldn't fall asleep anymore, got up with a wrinkled face, and sat on the edge of the bed disheveled. The Empire State Building, love at first sight, and "Sleepless in Seattle" all disappeared from her mind now. The ideal is too far away, but the reality is very close.Wen Jiajia touched it, grabbed a long skirt with colorful patterns, put on a knitted sweater, and walked out of the room with disheveled hair on her growling belly, wandering around. The short-haired pregnant woman I ran into the night before was trimming a pot of roses, talking into the headset while trimming.Only then did Wen Jiajia notice that the master's hair was white, and she looked like a white-haired witch, something messed up.

Wen Jiajia pursed her lips, and through the window, she saw Mrs. Huang washing pots in the kitchen, and the pregnant woman with curly hair next to her was cutting fruit, eating and chattering: "I told my daughter, don't eat when you grow up. Looking for someone like your father, who sells a million lighters a year, you can’t be considered well-off if you just talk about it. Mrs. Huang answered with a serious face: "Well, I have to consider changing careers. Smoking will be banned in the future, and lighters are not easy to sell!" The pregnant woman with curly hair was even more helpless: "It's not..."

The sound of Wen Jiajia going downstairs disturbed the two women in the kitchen. They stopped talking immediately and looked at Wen Jiajia as if they were an unexpected visitor. Mrs. Huang returned to her wax figure face again, while the pregnant woman with curly hair next to her seemed kind.It's just that Mrs. Huang didn't introduce them to the two, and Wen Jiajia didn't bother to know. She was still suffocating in her chest after being wronged the night before, and there wasn't a single smiling face at the moment. Wen Jiajia asked coldly, "Is there anything to eat, Mrs. Huang?" Mrs. Huang put down the pot in her hand, picked up the tray from under the curtain of the table and put it into the microwave oven, without saying a word. Wen Jiajia leaned over to look at the refrigerator, and said with some distaste: "Didn't you say that Seattle seafood is good? Why is there nothing?" The curly-haired pregnant woman standing next to her quietly reached out to touch Wen Jiajia's clothes. It was a small leather jacket with a good quality and brand. Wen Jiajia got up and found that her clothes were being grabbed. The pregnant woman with curly hair quickly let go and said with a sneer, "The leather is quite soft..." Wen Jiajia said: "Well, my new style this year." The microwave stopped with a "ding", and Mrs. Huang brought over the hot food inside, which was Chinese porridge, eggs, pickles and small buns. Wen Jiajia glanced at it, with an awkward expression on his face: "I like western food, Mrs. Huang." Mrs. Huang said with a serious face: "The western style is cold, which is not good for the stomach of pregnant women." Wen Jiajia did not intend to give up easily, and was still picky: "Do as the Romans do, Mrs. Huang, my son will be an American in the future. Oh, by the way, Mrs. Huang, nutrition is very important before delivery. Seattle has a lot of seafood, and I also I like to eat, and I hope there are shrimps, oysters or crabs in every meal. I will pay for it separately. Oh, and also, wash the clothes for me, and I will pay for it.” In a word, money can turn ghosts, this is the truth, and it is applicable to anyone in any country. Huang Taiming held back his anger and glared at Wen Jiajia: "Okay." At this time, the white-haired witch came in, put the cut roses into the vase, filled it with water slowly, and said to Mrs. Huang in English, "Mrs. Huang, if I ask you to shit for me, how much will I give you?" money?". The white-haired witch looked at Wen Jiajia straight in her eyes, seeming to be contemptuous. Mrs. Huang seemed to have found an allied army, and she also replied in English, "Don't make trouble for me, a princess disease is enough for me." The two chatted and laughed back and forth, typically pointing fingers and scolding Huai. Wen Jiajia knew they were talking about herself, but she didn't understand, so she could only ask the curly-haired pregnant woman who was stunned aside: "What did they say?" The pregnant woman with curly hair obviously didn't understand and shook her head. Wen Jiajia immediately became angry: "Please! We are all Chinese, please speak Mandarin!" The white-haired witch is sharper than her: "We are talking about eating crabs during pregnancy, and giving birth to a child will be messy, unreasonable, and domineering!" Then, without giving Wen Jiajia a chance to refute, she turned around and pulled up the pregnant woman with curly hair, and walked outside: "Sister Chen, let's go for a walk!" Wen Jiajia looked at their backs with fumes. But Mrs. Huang walked around her without seeing her, packed up the dishes, and took away all the uneaten food in front of Wen Jiajia. At the same time, she put a stack of documents in front of Wen Jiajia, and said in a formulaic tone: "Afternoon Frank I will take you to see the obstetrician. You can choose which one you want." Wen Jiajia looked at the promotional materials, men, women, Asians, Indians, whites, and Mexicans. She was confused and didn't know what to do for a while.