She was beaten so hard that Wan Manman was frightened and said, "Zi Ye, Zi Ye, I was wrong. I don't dare to do it anymore."
"Wrong? What's wrong?"
"I, I shouldn't have troubled Shen Manman. There won't be another time. Please let me go."
The man smiled evilly and eerily, "No, your mistake was that you should not have seduced me in the first place, you should not have teamed up with outsiders to scheme against me, and you should not have given birth to that child."
After saying that, another belt was pulled up.
He continued to laugh wildly, "Am I usually so nice to you that you feel you can dictate my decisions? Huh?"
Wan Manman was frightened. Even when Zheng Ziye was not doing something right, he would at most violently insult her sexually. This was the first time he hit her.
If she had known earlier, she would never have dared to be so impulsive.
She cried so hard that she begged, "I don't dare to do it anymore. Really, I don't do it anymore."
Zheng Ziye bent down and pinched her chin, "It's too late."
After all, he was beaten all over the head and face, and bursts of ghostly cries and howls, as well as hysterical cries for help, were heard in the room. As he was dying, his voice became weaker and weaker.
When Wang Sun came in, Zheng Ziye was smoking.
He walked to Wan Manman who was lying on the ground, tested his breathing with his hands, and frowned.
Zheng Ziye, standing in front of the window, looked calm and indifferent, "Send your wife back to country F. The child will cry if he can't see his mother."
Wang Sun didn't know what to say, "I understand."
For two consecutive days, Shen Manman did not go out. Maybe her mood changed. She watered the flowers at home and raised carp in the yard. She lived a comfortable life every day.
In addition to not being able to enter the kitchen, I can't stand the smell of cooking fumes.
Aunt Zhang said with a smile, "My wife's reaction is so big, probably she is carrying a little daughter."
Shen Manman was too thin. She remembered that when Sheng Zeqian was pregnant, her belly was not big even when she was about to give birth, but the pregnancy reaction was indeed not that serious.
She lay on the rocking chair and basked in the sun, "It doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl. As long as it's my child, I like it."
She smiled like that, as bright as the sun.
Aunt Zhang brought her a bird's nest and placed it under a grape trellis. "That's right. My children, whether they are boys or girls, are my mother's treasures. By the way, madam, my husband said he would come back to have dinner with you at noon. Is there anything in particular you want to eat?" Food?"
"Squirrel mandarin fish, sir, I like it."
"Okay, then I will make an extra dish of squirrel mandarin fish for lunch."
Mo Shaocheng came back on time and she fell asleep in the yard. Shen Manman was woken up by his kiss. When she opened her eyes, his handsome face came into view.
She stretched out her arms and put her arms around his neck, "Are you back?"
"I'm back. I don't have anything important to do in the afternoon. I'll stay with you at home. Do you want to go shopping?"
"There's no need to go shopping. Qing Qing will give birth to a baby tonight. You can accompany me to the hospital later."
It's one thing not to like Huo Yu, but Xu Wanqing is her friend, and Mo Shaocheng also respects her.
"Okay, give me a big red envelope."
"Um."
After finishing lunch, she took a nap before and is not sleepy now. Shen Manman changed into a polka-dot skirt and wore her long hair shawl, making her look particularly soft and gentle.
Just as Mo Shaocheng said, he wrapped a big red envelope, sixty-six thousand six hundred and sixty-six. It was said to be a red envelope, but it was more like a red box, a thick stack.
Shen Manman took out the safety buckle she had prepared in advance. She had designed it long ago and was waiting for Xu Wanqing to give birth to the baby.
Mo Shaocheng drove the car very slowly to ensure the safety of his wife. It was completely different from the past when he was racing. At that time, it was simply speed racing.
It turns out that when a man loves you, he can really become gentle.
When they arrived at the hospital, Xu Wanqing had already had a caesarean section last night. She had just woken up and was so weak that it was difficult to speak.
Shen Manman looked at the child in the crib. It was pink and very cute, but it was too small and she didn't dare to hold it.
"Oh my gosh, it's so cute."
Huo Yu came over and said, "Girl, seven pounds and six ounces."
The baby was sleeping soundly, and Huo Yu's eyes were full of doting and love, "Wan Qing said, I gave you the nickname."
"I am the godmother of my child. I am not allowed to have a nickname. I must give me a nickname." She gently pushed the stroller, "She was born at eleven o'clock, otherwise she would be called Eleven."
Huo Yu frowned, "Are you sure?"
Mo Shaocheng on the side was unhappy, "That's good. Mr. Huo has other ideas?"
His precious daughter actually had to be given such an unpleasant and perfunctory nickname. Even if it was just a nickname, Huo Yu felt uncomfortable.
Just when he was about to express his dissatisfaction, his wife spoke up, "Just call me Shiyi. Manman's name is just a nice one."
Huo Yu looked at his wife with resentment and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.
Then, he stared at Shen Manman's belly and said, "Mrs. Mo, if you don't give birth to your baby with an equally nice name, I will think you are playing tricks on me."
"Whoever tricked you, Wan Qing said it was nice, so your opinion can be ignored."
This is what men without family status are like. They are three points shorter in front of their wives and best friends. Shen Manman went to see Xu Wanqing's condition. People who have never experienced it will never understand how hard it is to have a child.
A few months later, Xiao Eleven welcomed a sister, Xiao Twelve, born to his godmother. At that time, Mo Shaocheng finally understood Huo Yu's mood at this moment.
Huo Yu hugged his daughter and snickered, and said, "Every debt you owe must be repaid."
But these are all things for later.
They had just given birth and were so weak that they left the hospital not long after.
On the way back, Mo Shaocheng felt something and said, "Manman, after we give birth to this baby, we will never have another baby. It's hard for anyone to say anything."
"Why? Haven't you been forcing me to give you a child? I thought you liked children very much."
"It's true that I like children, but I feel sorry for you even more. Manman, I don't want you to suffer that, and we won't have any more children in the future."
Shen Manman sneered, "That's it?"
"That's enough."
It wasn't a joke, nor was it a casual remark to make her happy, Mo Shaocheng really thought so.
Shen Manman looked sideways at his stern lines, feeling warm in her heart, just like the warm sunshine in autumn or a cup of hot tea in winter.
Who says marriage is the grave of love? If it becomes a grave, then maybe it wasn’t love from the beginning.
Driving on the turbulent road, Shen Manman gently held his arm and said, "Mo Shaocheng, thank you for letting me know that a woman can be so happy. I will always remember your goodness, and I will do the same in the next life. Looking for you."
"You are such a fool, I can't count on you. I will definitely find you before you find me, little fool."
