803. Like a person who knows whether drinking water is warm or cold 1
"Even if Changshang doesn't contact you, she will always contact her father, right?" The eldest aunt thought of something and said to Chang Mian: "Go to your father-in-law, start from him, and explain the situation to him. A man is pregnant with your child.
A woman will always be with you for the rest of her life. If she knows that she has confessed her injustice, she will naturally stop hiding."
"Yes, a woman will never abandon her husband." The eldest aunt then affirmed.
Grandma sat on the sofa and wiped her tears: "That poor girl doesn't know what the condition of the fetus in her belly is now..."
Seeing that his goal was achieved, Chang Mian stopped being endless and calmed down his emotions, as if he was in a bad mood.
"Grandma, don't worry. Even if it's the end of the world, I will definitely find my wife and children, and I won't let them suffer outside all the time. I'm a little tired, so I'm going to bed first."
After saying that, he walked upstairs, leaving everyone with a sad figure who missed his wife crazily.
Go back to the bedroom and lock the door.
I eagerly took a bath and lay on the bed waiting for Changshang's call.
In the past two days, the woman seemed to have developed a habit of calling him every morning when she got up. At six o'clock in the morning in Hawaii and at midnight in Beijing, a series of pleasant ringtones came.
Chang Mian took a sip of tea from the cup and cleared his throat. He heard the soft voice of a woman who was dreaming early in the morning. He could even guess that she must be hugging the pillow, lying on her side, closing her eyes, and
Set the hands-free button on your phone, and then act coquettishly with him there.
In fact, Chang Mian really guessed wrong.
He didn't know that Chang Shang, who had a big belly, could only sleep on her back for the sake of the baby in her belly, even if she wanted to.
At this moment, Chang Shang was touching her belly with her hand, her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, and then she half-opened her eyes as if she was awake.
The rising sun in the early morning was just right, and through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, it sprinkled warm and soft sunlight all over the place.
"Chang Mian, are your injuries completely healed?"
She hesitated for a moment, frowned and expressed the questions in her heart. With a sense of longing, she touched her belly and said, "You have to take good care of yourself. You can't always do what you promised me."
"Is there any injury?" Chang Mian brushed it off in an understatement, turned over, supported his head with one hand, and leaned back on the pillow: "Besides, what did I promise you that I didn't do?"
"There are too many."
He hesitated: "What about?"
It doesn't seem like it?
As long as it was a request she made, he would do it for her no matter how hard he tried. Chang Mian really couldn't think of anything he promised her that he failed to do.
With a puzzled look on her face, Chang Shang hurriedly said: "You promised me that you would be unharmed, but you were shot not long ago, and you always break your promise!"
"Who told you?"
"Cousin."
It's Li Xiang again! Chang Mian clasped the pillow, wishing that it was Li Xiang's throat that was clasped in his hands.
He cleared his throat and said calmly: "Do you believe what he says? It doesn't matter. Don't listen to the wind or the rain in the future."
"The secret guard said so too."
You are a blind thing, you are so brave, you don’t know what to say and what not to say!
Chang Mian wanted to say something, but Chang Shang suddenly snorted and said, "You still want to hide it from me."
"It's just a small injury, and there's no need to make it known to everyone. The wound has long been scarred."
"I'm worried about you." Chang Shang said softly, with a thin voice that contained a bit of heartache and even a little nervousness.