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332. That's Chicken Soup

Her target has always been Pei Mochen, and now Cheng Yanke is also in her plan.

Cheng Ningyou came out of the bathroom just in time to see Pei Ruomian and Cheng Yanke having the previous scene. Seeing Pei Ruomian sitting so close to Cheng Yanke, she suddenly felt a little unhappy.

Only Lin Wei and her would sit so close to him. That seat should belong to Lin Wei.

She looked at Pei Ruomian blankly, and the image of Lin Wei gradually appeared in her mind, and the way she smiled at Cheng Shenke.

Just as she was lost in thought, Yifan Lu suddenly walked up to her with a bowl and said, "Sister Feifei, I have checked the soup for you and found no fish bones."

Cheng Ning worried "..."

With a face of embarrassment, she looked at her brother in front of her, wondering if he could be so idle and even help her pick out fish bones, how considerate he was.

I can't tell that he is still a good man.

Cheng Keke kept staring at the document, ignoring Pei Ruomian's hand stretched out in front of him. When he heard Lu Yifan said that he was helping Cheng Ningyou pick out the fish bones, he looked up at him and said, "That's chicken soup."

Yifan Lu curled his lips and said "Oh".

It's not like he didn't know that it was chicken soup, or he just wanted to be courteous and had no motive. He just happened to see the bowl of soup, pretended to do it, and then expressed his credit. Even without credit, there is still hard work.

Cheng Ningyou's face was still bruised and bruised, and it should have been very unpleasant to look at, but not only did he not dislike it, he always wanted to kiss her.

What's going on? It's exactly the same as when I was a child. I always wanted to look at her, and when I saw her crying, I wanted to protect her.

Cheng Ningyou drank the soup in one gulp, wiped the oil on his mouth, and couldn't wait to see Pei Mochen. His wound must be very painful now.

When she arrived at the door of Pei Mochen's ward, she gently unscrewed the door lock. She was afraid that Pei Mochen was sleeping and making any noise would wake him up.

"I'm telling you, if you want her, the child in your belly must be aborted."

Cheng Ning's heart trembled with worry, and he quickly closed the door a little more and took a step back.

"If you want her, the child in your belly must be aborted." He touched his lower abdomen involuntarily.

As expected, there is no way to avoid what is coming.

Yuan Manling stood beside Pei Mochen's bed, with her back to the door. Although she was seventy years old, her temperament was still the same as before.

She was born into an official family and is accustomed to being a leader. Her coldness and arrogance are stolen from her bones. No matter what she does or speaks, she reflects her strength.

"Grandma, you're getting older, so don't be too dictatorial in your actions."

Although Pei Mochen had many questions in her heart that she wanted to ask Cheng Ningyou, one thing he could tell was that she would not give up the child in her belly.

That day the man threatened to stab the child in her belly to death. Her fear and panic were something he had never seen in her eyes before.

He knew in his heart that if he wanted her, he would need her child.

He still remembered that time she asked him what he liked about her, and he answered everything. Then she suddenly asked him if he liked her child.

She might have been testing him at that time.

"Our Pei family will not raise wild species of unknown origin."

Yuan Manling's every word was like a bug gnawing at Cheng Ningyou's heart. She leaned her head against the wall, not wanting to listen anymore, but she couldn't move forward.

Holding her belly with both hands, how could her child be a bastard of unknown origin? Without a father, there is still her.

Pei Mochen got angry when he heard this, "Inspector Yuan, watch your words, you are a highly educated cadre of the government."


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