The woman was holding a due date list in her hand, and the days on it were these two days. "This child will not be born on the Ghost Festival. If so, it would be really unlucky." Xianyang looked at her big belly in annoyance and said to the man busy in the kitchen. "What are you thinking about in your little head? The fortune teller said that our child is blessed. Even if he is born on the Ghost Festival, he will be safe and healthy..." "Ah! My stomach, my stomach, my husband's stomach hurts so much, it seems like he's about to give birth!" Mo Xingui heard before he finished speaking. With a painful voice, the woman hurriedly dropped the dishes she was about to prepare and ran to the living room, "Honey! It's okay, it's okay, I'll call an ambulance! Take a deep breath first, take a deep breath, and bear it for a while." Mo Xingui hurriedly supported the woman sitting on the sofa, took out his phone and hurriedly pressed 120 , beep... "Hello! Hello, what can I do for you..." "Hello! My wife is about to give birth. Come here, hurry up!" The female voice on the other end of the phone had not yet finished speaking. I was hurriedly interrupted by the male voice on the other end of the phone...
Intention: the former Yiyi