Obviously the day before, Zhuang Yibo had planned to stay in London, go to school well, and plan for the future after completing his studies.
The next day, she followed Qianxing back to Huai City and moved into Song Qingyuan's home.
The reason why Qianxing arranged her here was probably because she had no better place to go.
Or, she simply has nowhere else to go.
She had no choice.
Fortunately, the environment in Huai City has been good in recent years, and the place where Song Qingyuan lives is quiet and elegant. It is indeed a very comfortable place.
This is indeed her best choice.
When Mu Qian and Qianxing returned to the garden, Zhuang Yibo was holding Yueyue's hand and talking to her. Occasionally he also chatted with Lu Yuan beside him, but the topic always couldn't get around the child.
Rong Cheng was only a little over a year old, so Lu Yuan still vividly remembered what happened when she was pregnant with him, so the conversation went very smoothly.
It's just that the topic went round and round but failed to get around the child. Lu Yuan still noticed something, but he didn't ask.
After Mu Qian learned the facts, she didn't ask Zhuang Yibo anything. She just talked to her about daily life and gave her time to go back to Tongcheng for more walks.
After an afternoon tea, Mu Qian and Lu Yuan said goodbye and left, preparing to pick up their children from their grandparents' house and return to Tongcheng.
On the way back, Lu Yuan asked Mu Qian to confirm his guess. After getting the exact answer, he just sighed slightly.
Just as the two left, Qianxing also said to Zhuang Yibo: "Mu Qian guessed it, and I didn't hide it from her."
After hearing this, Zhuang Yibo just smiled and said: "She has always been smart, so I can't hide it. It doesn't matter, she is not an outsider. After all, she is also your future sister-in-law!"
After hearing this, Qianxing stretched out his hand and pinched her, then touched her belly and said, "When the child is born in your belly, let Mu Qian accept him as his godson or goddaughter, and ensure that he
I will never be bullied in my life."
Zhuang Yibo couldn't help laughing.
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London time, evening.
Shen Ruiwen sat at his desk, looking at the gradually dimming sky outside, with a slight hint of anxiety between his brows.
Not long after, the door of Shen Wangjin's office was opened, and the secretary came out carrying the dinner Shen Wangjin had eaten. Shen Ruiwen stopped her and called her over.
I lowered my head and looked at the dinner plate, and sure enough, there were only a few bites.
Shen Ruiwen couldn't help but frown even more tightly.
"This store doesn't seem to suit Mr. Shen's taste." The secretary said to him, "Mr. Shen, would you like to find another one?"
Shen Ruiwen couldn't help but press his eyebrows.
How could the secretary know that this was the fifth restaurant he had changed this week, but Shen Wangjin would only use his chopsticks once or twice, so how could it be the restaurant's problem?
Although the secretary was only responsible for the company's business most of the time, he also knew some other things. He couldn't help but ask Shen Ruiwen in a low voice: "That Miss Zhuang will not come back again, will she?"
After hearing this, Shen Ruiwen couldn't help but sigh again, and only replied: "Probably."
After hearing this, the secretary sighed and walked away.
Shen Ruiwen sat quietly for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, took out his mobile phone, and found an incoming call from last week.
I called and the other party picked up quickly.
An hour later, a portion of millet porridge and pickles was delivered to the company.
Shen Ruiwen changed a bowl of millet porridge and sent it to Shen Wangjin's office.
"Mr. Shen, you didn't eat much for dinner. I'm afraid your stomach won't be able to handle it." Shen Ruiwen whispered, "Drink some porridge."