Murong Qingzhen still shook his head repeatedly. He frowned and said with worry on his handsome face: "Oh! Mom, do you know? I heard that Azi was pregnant when I was in the hospital today. I was really shocked and worried.
Hi. Before, I was always worried that if one day Azi knew the truth of the matter, would she hate me too? Now that I have this child, maybe...maybe I will have more opportunities. But as long as I think of my father,
This troublemaker is hiding in our house. If Azi finds out at this time, I can’t even imagine what the consequences will be..."
Mrs. Murong also sighed deeply when she heard this. She thought about what her son said, and finally clenched her hand into a fist and knocked it lightly on the case, as if she had made her final decision: "Don't worry, Qingzhen, this matter
, Mom will definitely help you take care of it. Azi is pregnant now, so she must not be stimulated in any way. And for the thing you want, I will also find a way to get your dad to give it to you as soon as possible."
The worry in Murong Qingzhen's eyes was mostly gone now. He held his mother's slightly cold hand and said: "Then I'll go back and rest first. Mom, you should also go to bed early. I have to go to Ah Zi's place tomorrow. In the evening
I’ll bring her over to our house to celebrate the New Year.”
Mrs. Murong thought that she was going to be a grandma soon, and there was a kind of sincere joy in her eyes. She nodded repeatedly and said: "I have to ask Mother Zhou to take out my dowry and count it early tomorrow morning.
Let’s see what I can give my wife to help me with the pregnancy. Go back quickly and go there early tomorrow to accompany me. Remember to be patient and don’t make Ah Zi lose her temper.”
Murong Qingzhen agreed and went back to his room to rest.
Over here, Jiang Zimo woke up after taking a nap, only to find that he was a little hungry.
Thinking that she hadn't eaten well today, she rang the room bell and asked the servant to make herself a bowl of three-strand noodles.
While waiting for the meal, she heard the cell phone ringing beside her. She picked it up and gave it a feed, but there was no sound from the other side.
She took the phone to her eyes and looked at the number, and she immediately understood.
She didn't speak anymore, and the two of them were like competing to see who could remain silent to the end, each listening to the subtle sounds coming from the other side through the microphone.
Bai Yanbing only heard a blank sound. Jiang Zimo's breathing was light and shallow, floating outside the microphone. Just like his heart and his mind, thousands of thoughts flew by, like the heart music symbols flying on the staff, but he
But couldn't catch any of them.
Later, when the servant brought noodles, Jiang Zimo ended the call. She walked to the bathroom, washed her hands, gently touched her lower abdomen, took a deep breath, walked out, lowered her head and started eating noodles seriously.
Bai Yanbing held the phone and remembered the first time he talked to her on the phone. She gnashed her teeth and yelled on the other end of the phone, calling herself a piece of shit, disgusting, and showing off her bad face just because she had a few bad money.
When talking about the pig-headed boss, he couldn't help but smile.
But this smile made him feel bitter. After laughing, he couldn't help but quietly shed a warm tear.
This is the second time he has shed tears for her.
He didn't know what else he could do at this time. He was thinking about how to redeem himself all the time, but facing her such a cold and decisive attitude, he really didn't know how to redeem himself.