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Chapter 1637 Impossible to get pregnant

"Sister Tianxiong, don't be careless. This is not a minor problem. You must go and see it. Don't take medicine randomly. Don't take medicine randomly!" Ye Qingqing repeatedly reminded.

Seeing her serious appearance, Miao Tianxiong couldn't help but smile, "What's wrong with you? It's not a disease that is life-threatening. What medicine do I take? Let's go, let's bring you new fashion next time I come."

She pushed Ye Qingqing into the elevator and went back to the room by herself. She didn't take Ye Qingqing's words seriously at all. Her stomach and aunt's illness had been around for more than ten years, and she had been used to it for a long time, so Miao Tianxiong didn't take it seriously at all.

Ye Qingqing was very worried when she stood in the elevator. If she had made no mistake just now, it would be a matter of life!

But she was afraid of making a mistake. Miao Tianxiong was not an ordinary girl. If it was really just a stomach problem, if she said that, Miao Tianxiong would have to use a knife to kill her!

Thinking of Miao Tianxiong's fierceness when he was jealous, Ye Qingqing couldn't help but shudder and became even more afraid to say it, but it would be fine if Miao Tianxiong took medicine randomly, the consequences would be serious!

When the elevator got off the hall, Ye Qingqing finally made up his mind to call Miao Tianxiang. The person Miao Tianxiong trusted the most was Miao Tianxiang. The two were as close as mother and daughter. This matter must be reported to Miao Tianxiang.

"Qingqing, is there something wrong?" Miao Tianxiang's voice was as charming as ever, and she sounded pretty good.

"Aunt Xiang, I have to tell you something, but I can't tell you. If it's not, don't blame me!" Ye Qingqing got the vaccination first.

Miao Tianxiang's chuckle came from the phone, "What's the secret?"

Ye Qingqing swallowed her saliva and said to what she had just discovered, "I didn't dare to ask Sister Tianxiong to take the pulse, so I roughly touched it. It was probably because of the happy pulse. Sister Tianxiong said that her aunt often was not accurate, but she had just retching and said that she had always retching these days. I think something was wrong, so I'd better tell you."

After being silent on the phone for a long time, Miao Tianxiang said in surprise: "You are not wrong, are you? Tianxiong is pregnant? How is that possible?"

She has a baby, so it’s impossible for Tianxiong to have it!

Miao Tianxiong was heartless and despised men. In the past, she specially selected various handsome men and strong men to let this girl enjoy it, but this girl was so good that she almost killed her beloved babies. After that, she never introduced men to Miao Tianxiong again.

If there is not even a man, how could Miao Tianxiong get pregnant?

You can't reproduce by yourself!

"It's impossible. Women all over the world are pregnant, and it's impossible for Tianxiong to do so. She is not interested in men." Miao Tianxiang said affirmatively.

"This matter is not that absolute. If Sister Xiong suddenly becomes enlightened, I just measured the joy pulse. If you and Tianxiong don't take it seriously, the child will be accidentally removed. Aunt Xiang, you will not have time to regret it."

Ye Qingqing knew very well, but Miao Tianxiang’s biggest regret in her life was that she had no children of her own, so she would definitely not be able to give birth to it. Therefore, for a while, Miao Tianxiang put her ideas on Miao Tianxiong. Unfortunately, Miao Tianxiong refused to submit, so Miao Tianxiang had to give up.

Sure enough, Ye Qingqing's words made Miao Tianxiang think, "You really measured the joy pulse?"

"Of course, can I joke with you about such a big thing?"

Miao Tianxiang was still half-believing, "But Tianxiong's body is very difficult to conceive. She had suffered serious injuries to her abdomen before, and the doctor said it would be difficult to have another child."
Chapter completed!
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