After the aunt left, the doorbell was ringing shortly after a while.

It was really not long since, because during this period, Song Youman had just picked three pieces of clothes from the locker room.

The doorbell was pressed very quickly, but Song Youman was not in a hurry at all. He supported his back and walked steadily to the door. Then he looked at the situation outside the door through the cat's eyes. He saw that it was a courier delivery and thought that he had bought something he had bought, so he opened the door.

It was a document express. Song Youman didn't remember what he bought so small that he could actually pack it in a document bag. Then he signed the autograph with curiosity and then dismantled the paper express.

There was a red booklet inside. She took it out in wonder, and then she found that the red booklet was not a booklet, but a wedding invitation.

Wedding invitation...whose wedding invitation?

Song Youman instinctively opened the booklet, and then after seeing the name on it, her face turned pale instantly.

Han Zhijin...is Han Zhijin's wedding invitation...he, is he going to get married?

It seemed as if a pair of hands had grabbed Song Youman's heart hard, and an unbearable pain suddenly swept across her body.

When she was in the hospital, when she saw the girl and Han Zhijin, she thought that Han Zhijin might marry another woman one day, but she didn't expect that this day would come so quickly... so fast that she caught her off guard and had no mental preparation at all.

Song Youman wanted to not care about it, and repeatedly told herself that she was pregnant and about to give birth, and she could not be too excited, but she could not control her heart at all.

The pain quickly spread from her chest to her whole body, and even her stomach hurt.

She thought that as long as her mood stabilized, her stomach would stop hurting. She took a deep breath and took a deep breath. She didn't know how many deep breaths she had taken. The pain in her abdomen was not only not relieved, but became more and more frequent and more severe...

She had learned about giving birth several months ago. When she found out that her pain was regular, she knew that she was emotionally excited and had a fetal aura and was about to give birth.

The guy who delivered the courier did not go far. When he saw Song Youman like this, he asked with concern: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"Miss, are you going to give birth? I'll take you to the hospital?"

At this time, how could Song Youman refuse the help of the courier? She endured the pain and reluctantly said "Thank you" to the courier, and then pointed to her bedroom: "Please... please help me hold the bag on the bed... Thank you, thank you..."

The courier nodded violently, said several "Okay", and then quickly walked into the room and went to get the bag as Song Youman's instructions.

During this process, Song Youman endured the pain, took her cell phone and dialed a phone. Because it was too painful, her thoughts were relatively slow. After she realized that she was dialing Han Zhijin's phone number.

Song Youman panicked and wanted to hang up the phone, but the phone was answered.

"What's wrong? Is there a man?"

Han Zhijin's voice stimulated Song Youman's abdomen to hurt even more. She couldn't help it for a while and let out a muffled groan.

"Youman? What's wrong with you? Youman?" Han Zhijin's tone was a little anxious, but Song Youman said nothing, but quickly hung up the phone.

(Don't worry, I promise everyone that there will be 10 updates today. This is a saved manuscript I wrote in 8 hours yesterday. I will broadcast the rest to everyone~)
Chapter completed!