While having dinner, family doctor Maidong came down from upstairs, carrying the doctor's signature medicine box.
The seat next to her moved, and the corner of the chair scraped against the ground, making a rough sound. Qingwu looked up from the soup bowl and saw Ling Yansen's sleeves rolled up, and the exposed half of his strong arm was waving towards Ophiopogon japonicus, signaling him to stay.
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Gao Jun's tall and straight body was covered with the warm light pouring down from his head, and his sharp outline was a rare warm yellow scene. But Qingwu could only see the short frown on his side.
The two men walked around the long corridor in front of the door. The wall lamp was dim, and they disappeared after a while.
Qingwu lowered her head again, but her movements of drinking soup were very perfunctory. She took a sip without a sip, her ears were wide open, but she still couldn't hear the deliberately lowered voices of the two men at the door.
Sister-in-law Wu knocked on her bowl of noodles and raised her voice deliberately, "Young lady, I was holding the spoon back and forth and almost knocked over the bowl of soup! Eat well, do you hear me?"
Qingwu was embarrassed, and sure enough, Ling Yansen came back very quickly. Then there was a clear sound of the door closing.
Qing Wu secretly wondered what these two men were going to do behind her back. Could it be that there was something wrong with the child in her belly? Thinking about it in confusion, even Ling Yansen felt relieved after taking off a layer of blue and black.
Many faces were not noticed.
Sister-in-law Wu saw it clearly. She had already said that even if Madam did not look forward to the birth of the young master, she was not vicious enough to poison the young master. What's more, sending fruit here was too blatant. After all,
It's just that the young master is too nervous.
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Taking a shower every day became the thing that Qingwu was least willing to face but had to take it seriously.
That guy Ling Yansen was really going to kill her when he became dictatorial. When taking a bath, from shampoo to shower gel, he had to decide which one to use. In the past, after taking a bath, he put some moisturizer or essential oil on the skin to moisturize it. Obviously
, it is impossible now.
Being steamed by the bath bomb, she was wrapped in a bath towel. Her skin was like wrinkled cloth, dry. Qingwu had no choice but to endure it. The most unbearable thing for her was that Ling Yansen's pervert didn't allow it.
She blowdried her hair.
Of course, all evil dictatorships must be supported by all evil reasons.
It is said that using hair dryer all the time is not good for the hair, and the quality and bad care of every part of her body will directly affect the fetus in her belly.
She was not allowed to use a hair dryer, but where did he get the confidence to wipe her hair with a dry towel? He was a big man, and he never knew the weight of his hands and feet.
Every time I screamed at him to be gentler, it was much gentler for a few seconds, and after a while, it was as brutal as before.
She simply rolled her eyes and secretly cursed that this man was destined not to be a good family man. Since he had no talent, why bother to force it here the day after tomorrow? It would not only torture her but also torture herself!
Ling Yansen didn't know what his wife was thinking. His handsome face was filled with a happy smile, and he wiped her hair hard with both hands. It was only because of her long black hair that she couldn't stop dripping water from the ends of her hair for half an hour.
Then, he realized that wiping his wife's hair was a direct exercise of his strong arm strength.
Qingwu's scalp was being pulled back and forth by him, and she was in excruciating pain. She was thinking about what excuse to use to send him away. God had mercy on her, but her cell phone vibrated in his trousers pocket.
Ling Yansen finally stopped, took out his mobile phone, looked at the number on the screen, his eyes suddenly darkened.
Seeing that he hadn't answered the phone for a long time, Qingwu turned her head out of curiosity, only to see his dazed expression. He had a smile on his face just now. At this time, the situation suddenly changed and the color between his eyebrows became darker and darker.
She was inexplicably interested in the caller.
But she just couldn't bear it and didn't ask.
There were some business calls that she couldn't listen to. She was very conscious and straightened her unraveled bathrobe to get up. Ling Yansen moved faster, held her down with his slender hands, shook his head gently, and stood up.
Qingwu glanced at his backlit face, which seemed to be wearing a bronze mask. His delicate features had no expression at all. Then, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened the glass door, stepped over the threshold with his long legs, entered the terrace, and turned around
Put on the glass door.
She was holding a book in her hand, but her eyes were always on the tall figure behind the glass door.
He was facing away from her, with one hand on his waist. His flat nails made his fingertips longer and longer. His short hair was swept by the night wind. There was a bulge in his shirt on his back. On his long, shapely and straight legs, his smooth clothes
His trousers hung straight down to the edge of his wooden trailer. Such a man perched on the top of the shadows somehow reminded her of a sharp sword hidden in the dark castles of the European Middle Ages. It was cold and powerful.
Sensation, threatening all directions.
In the end, she heard nothing in his increasingly gloomy expression. Before finally hanging up the phone, she saw his thin lips biting, and then heard the word "Bai Qin".
There is no doubt that this is a woman's name.
She frowned lightly and turned a page of the book the moment he pushed open the glass door. As for what the previous page said, she didn't read a word of it.
She got up late the next day, and Ling Yansen called her twice, but she just clenched her fists and buried her face in the pillow, refusing to get up.
Therefore, on this day, Ling Yansen had to dress and tie himself, eat breakfast by himself, and did not kiss her good morning before going to work. Everyone in the company could see his extremely gloomy face until he got off work in the afternoon.
Previously, the entire Jiayu Building was shrouded in a haze that the CEO was afraid that everyone would not feel.
It is true that Qingwu got up a little late this day.
She tossed and turned until midnight last night but couldn't fall asleep. His angry words echoed in her ears, but he was unaware of it and snoring beside her. The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and the more angry she became, the more unable to sleep.
When Ling Yansen called her in the morning, she got angry and refused to get up. Later she fell asleep again, and when it was almost lunch time, she got up with a yawn.
When I went downstairs, I saw a strange middle-aged woman working hard to wipe the already clean table. Then Sister-in-law Wu came in from the backyard and introduced expressionlessly, "Xiao Chen, this is the young lady. Young lady, this is the new servant.
, you can just call her Sister Chen."
She smiled charmingly and greeted the honest Sister Chen, but she knew in her heart that this Sister Chen was undoubtedly invited by Ling Yansen.
He moves really fast!
She looked up to the sky and wailed. From then on, her poor dream of freedom became impossible to realize. She was really wronged. Pregnancy itself was hard work, but the hardship imposed on her by this pervert Ling Yansen was far greater than the hardship of pregnancy itself.