Qi Yu is getting married? Isn't he marrying Qing Qingying? What's going on? Isn't Qi Yu attracted to Qing Ying?
Jiang Ruoxi was sitting on the sofa in a daze. She called Mo Qingying's cell phone, but it kept turning off. No one answered Qi Yu's cell phone.
Did the two of them fall out?
Leng Yan walked into the room without her noticing, "Ruoxi."
"You're back." Jiang Ruoxi put down her phone and smiled at him.
"What's going on?" Leng Yan looked at her and frowned slightly, "Don't tell me?"
He reached out to fish it out, picked up her mobile phone and looked at the British number on it.
"Miss your son?" The woman thought that if she didn't speak, he wouldn't know.
Jiang Ruoxi raised her lips and said, "I want to see my son." If she said she was going to see Qi Yu, he would disagree, absolutely not.
"Okay! I'll go with you." Leng Yan agreed readily this time.
Jiang Ruoxi wondered if she heard it wrong? "I can just go by myself."
Leng Yan hugged her and sat on the sofa. He took out his mobile phone and called his secretary to book two air tickets.
Jiang Ruoxi was lying on the bed and fell asleep, covered with a thin silk quilt. Leng Yan was no longer there. He was sitting in the study, facing the computer, reading the news on the Internet. It turned out that Ruoxi wanted to go to London.
, because Qi Yu is getting married to Miss Su’s family.
Well, seeing Qi Yu getting married, Ruo Xi should be completely relieved!
Mo Qingying leaned comfortably on the soft couch in front of the balcony, lazily. She was too lazy to go out on weekends. Yi Qihao called her and said he would be back soon.
She is very conflicted now. Does she still have the heart to accept Yi Qihao's feelings? It's just hurting one more person.
The recent bouts of nausea made her uneasy and panicked, but she didn't dare to confirm.
If it was true, what would she do? She reached out and touched her flat belly.
Although her menstruation has never been on time, it has still been delayed for nearly two months, and she doesn't want to think about it.
Could she be pregnant? If true, how long could she keep it a secret?
Mrs. Lan had already suspected it. She had asked her many times in a circumstantial way.
"Miss Third, I asked me to stew some soup for you. You didn't eat much for lunch." Mrs. Lan personally served Mo Qingying's favorite stewed fish soup.
Mo Qingying felt nauseated and pushed away the porcelain bowl in front of her, "Sister-in-law Lan, I don't want to eat. I have something to do and I have to go out for a while."
The next second, she put on a coat, took her handbag, and hurried downstairs.
Mo Qingying drove the car. She wanted to let herself know the result now. She didn't want to let herself escape.
She went to the hospital for a check-up, and the obstetrician-gynecologist's words were still unacceptable to her.
She was pregnant, and the child in her belly was six weeks old. Yes, she was indeed with Qi Yu at that time, and they had always been together.
"Ms. Mo, your body needs to be recuperated. I'll prescribe some anti-fetal medicine for you." The obstetrician-gynecologist looked at the joyful and worried expression on her face. In her eyes, this was the sign of every first-time baby.
It's something every mother will have.
Mo Qingying took the medicine and left the hospital. She was really pregnant. She had thought that this would be the result, but when she actually got the test report, she still felt at a loss.
She is pregnant with Qi Yu's child, so should she keep the child? She is absolutely reluctant to let it go.
She has nothing to do with Qi Yu, this child is hers, she caressed her belly, she can hide it as long as she can!
As soon as Yi Qihao returned to London, he heard the news that Qi Yu and Sophia were getting married. He didn't expect that Qi Yu would change his mind. He had been pestering Qing Ying some time ago. He went to Italy and came back, and he was about to get married.
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For Yi Qihao, this was a good thing, but he didn't seem to be happy. He looked at the pair of rings in front of him. This was given to him by Qi Yu. At that time, Qi Yu didn't swear that he wanted Qingying.
Now, he regrets it? So, he wants to be with Sophia.
Yi Qihao's appearance at the Mo family villa relieved the melancholy atmosphere of the past few days.
"Qi Hao." Mo Qingying obviously wanted to let go, but she couldn't.
She was a woman and she wanted to be relied upon. When she was so wronged, the tears she had been holding back for several days wet her eyes again.
"Qingying, what's wrong? Do you miss me?" Yi Qihao smiled like a warm spring breeze, which made her cold heart feel warm.
Mo Qingying leaned into his arms, "Qi Hao, I'm sorry."
She shouldn't take advantage of him when she was weak, it would only hurt him, but all she said was sorry.
Yi Qihao hugged her gently, because Qi Yu was getting married, so she was sad, and her sadness was also for Qi Yu.
Throughout the night, Mo Qingying and Yi Qihao hugged each other, and she leaned in his arms and fell asleep deeply.
He reached out and touched her thin face. He had already removed the gauze from her forehead, but the scar did not fade away.
He didn't know how she was injured, and Mo Qingying didn't tell her, so he didn't ask. Maybe the wound was her pain.
When the warm sunshine shone into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Mo Qingying opened her eyes and looked at Yi Qihao who was holding her. Last night, she fell asleep in his arms like this.
She gently pulled away his hand and tried to get up from him, but Yi Qihao woke up.
"Qingying, you're awake." Yi Qihao smiled and hugged her all night. His arms and legs were numb, but he felt very happy.
"Well." Mo Qingying stood up, "I'm sorry, why did I fall asleep last night?"
"As long as you sleep well." Yi Qihao wanted to get up, but he couldn't.
"Are you okay?" Mo Qingying stepped forward to help him.
Yi Qihao just smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm just numb. It'll be fine in a while."
Mrs. Lan brought two glasses of milk upstairs. Mr. Yi Qihao was here, so she was not afraid that the third lady would be sad.
Mo Qingying put the milk aside and said, "Qi Hao, please drink a glass of milk first. I'm really sorry."
"Miss Third, Mr. Yi, I will get some food and go upstairs later." Mrs. Lan smiled secretly.
Yi Qihao handed her the milk, but Mo Qingying just took it without taking a sip.
I don’t know if it was because of the early stages of pregnancy, but she felt nauseated as soon as she saw milk.
"Drink quickly!" Seeing that she didn't drink, Yi Qihao said to her.
Mo Qingying was afraid that Yi Qihao would notice something strange about her, so she reluctantly took a sip, just a small sip, but her stomach began to churn, and finally she ran into the bathroom and vomited everything.
"Qingying, Qingying." Yi Qihao knocked on the door, what happened to her?
Mo Qingying squatted helplessly on the cold floor tiles. Did she do something wrong?
How could she pull Yi Qihao to suffer with her like this?
Her hand touched her lower abdomen. Here was the life she wanted to cherish for the rest of her life, her and Qi Yu's child.