She eagerly brought a book to Jiang Chaoxi, but she didn't even look at it and asked him to take it and throw it away.
Song Tingyue looked at Lu Yanting and said sincerely: "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for sending Xibao to the hospital. It was my negligence. I will never let Xibao be alone at home again."
Listening to Song Tingyue's apology.
Lu Yanting twitched the corners of his lips: "Take good care of Jiang Chaoxi, it's not easy for women to give birth."
After saying this, he turned around and left the ward.
Passing by the trash can, he wanted to throw the book in his hand, but raised his hand, but hesitated.
He withdrew his hand again.
Take the book and leave.
After getting in the car, Lu Yanting sat back on the seat, threw the book on the passenger seat, and closed his eyes.
All that came to mind was Jiang Chaoxi's face.
She has gained a little weight recently, her face is chubby, and her oval face is about to turn into a round face.
The eyes are still so big.
Her big wet eyes always look so pure and innocent.
She still looks like a little girl, but she is about to become a mother.
…
Jiang Chaoxi stayed in the hospital for two days.
There was no more bloated feeling in her stomach, but she was still cautious.
Except for going to the toilet and taking a shower every day, I lie in bed obediently.
When she got home, Song Tingyue wouldn't let her get out of bed, so she lay on the bed and drew the design draft on the bed. She was not allowed to stay up late at night, and she had to go to bed at ten o'clock at the latest.
Jiang Chaoxi was afraid that he would not be able to complete the design draft, so he sent a message to Mr. L.
[Mr. L, I haven’t been feeling well recently. Your customized necklace may be delivered a few days later. 】
Soon Mr. L replied: [It doesn’t matter if it’s a little later, your health is important, don’t force yourself, take care of yourself.]
Seeing that the customer was so reasonable, Jiang Chaoxi was very grateful: [Thank you.]
Mr. L: [I am the one who should say thank you. Whether you can get her forgiveness depends on the necklace you designed.]
When Jiang Chaoxi saw the message sent by Mr. L, he immediately understood that he wanted to use this valuable necklace to obtain the forgiveness of his lover.
She thought for a while and said: [Mr. L, from a woman's perspective, I think that if your lover truly loves you, what she wants is not a valuable necklace, but your heartfelt apology. If she doesn't
I really love you, even if you give her a valuable necklace, the forgiveness she gets is not sincere.】
Mr. L: [It doesn’t matter whether I’m sincere or not. I’ve done a lot of things that hurt her before, and I want to make up for her. I hope that the necklace you designed can be with her all the time instead of me.]
Jiang Chaoxi: [Okay, Mr. L, I understand. I will try my best to design a necklace that satisfies your lover. 】
Mr. l:【Thank you.】
Jiang Chaoxi:【You're welcome.】
Jiang Chaoxi put his phone next to him and continued to draw the design draft.
Separated by a wall.
Lu Yanting stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the gorgeous river view.
The bright lights, flashing neon lights, and noisy world seemed to have nothing to do with him.
"Ding dong, ding dong..."
The doorbell interrupted Lu Yanting's thoughts.
He subconsciously put the spare phone into his pocket and turned to open the door.
Outside the door is Song Tingyue.
Song Tingyue saw Lu Yanting and smiled slightly: "I heard from Xi Bao that you live next door, what a coincidence!"
"What a coincidence." Lu Yanting took a step back: "Come in and sit down."
"OK!"
Song Tingyue did not regard himself as an outsider and walked directly into Lu Yanting's house.
The layout of his house is different from Jiang Chaoxi's.
His apartment is larger, with a living room of 150 square meters, and floor-to-ceiling windows on two sides, giving a panoramic view of the night view of Jiangcheng.
Song Tingyue sat on the large Italian minimalist style sofa and spread his arms leisurely: "You have a good place here."
Lu Yanting poured him a glass of red wine.
"Thank you." Song Tingyue took the wine, took a sip, pursed his lips, and savored it carefully.
Lu Yanting was sitting opposite and suddenly asked: "Has the child's name been picked yet?"
"Not yet." Song Tingyue said with a smile: "When the Xibao is empty, we can take it slowly. It will only take a few months to give birth, so don't be in a hurry."
"Um."
Obviously the child in Jiang Chaoxi's belly has nothing to do with him, but Lu Yanting has been thinking a lot about the child's name these days as if he was having a nervous breakdown.
I have thought of many names for boys and girls.
Song Tingyue was silent and said: "Sell this house to me at any price you want!"
Hearing this, Lu Yanting's expression changed: "I won't sell it."
"Lu Yanting, it's boring for you to be like this. It's really boring. If you live here, it will put pressure on Xibao. I know you bought this house not long ago. If you double the price and sell it to me, you won't lose money. You can sell it to me."
, I opened up the two houses, so there will be more space for the baby to play in the future."
Lu Yanting frowned and said nothing.
Song Tingyue continued: "I know you can't let go of Xi Bao, but people have to look forward. You and her are over."
When he heard the words "It's over", Lu Yanting's heart was as sharp as a knife.
Song Tingyue saw that Lu Yanting's face was not good, and he stood up suddenly: "You should think about it, sell the house to me, or continue to cause trouble for Xibao, it's your choice."
Lu Yanting looked at Song Tingyue blankly: "Did Jiang Chaoxi say that I was causing trouble for her?"
"She didn't say it explicitly, but she really cares if you live here."
Song Tingyue curled his lips and said: "I hate you the most who eats from the bowl and looks at the man in the pot. You have obviously gotten back together with Bai Xuening, why are you still thinking about Xibao? Haven't you hurt her enough?"
"I will give this house to Jiang Chaoxi, you go!"
Lu Yanting brought the wine glass to his lips, raised his head, and poured all the red wine in the glass down his throat.
The sour and sweet taste spreads in the mouth.
His eyes were reddish, as if stained with alcohol.
Song Tingyue gave Lu Yanting a cold look and left with a gloomy face.
…
Jiang Chaoxi lay at home for a week and was almost exhausted.
She kept stalking her until Song Tingyue agreed to take her out.
But not somewhere else, but to the master's manor.
Mr. Zhong rented two mountains and a small farmhouse in the countryside. After renovation, it was simple and elegant, giving it a sense of seclusion.
Song Tingyue drove Jiang Chaoxi to Mr. Zhong's small courtyard.
Mr. Zhong had been waiting for them at the entrance of the courtyard early.
"Xibao, Ayue."
As the car approached from far away, Mr. Zhong greeted them with a happy smile.
"Master." As soon as Jiang Chaoxi got out of the car, he rushed towards Mr. Zhong and wanted to hug him. As a result, both of them had big bellies and couldn't hug him.
Mr. Zhong pointed at her big belly and smiled from ear to ear: "Hahaha, Xibao's belly is bigger than mine, hahaha..."
Jiang Chaoxi touched Mr. Zhong's belly: "Hahaha, Master, your belly is at least five months old."
"But my stomach is full of good wine and good food." Mr. Zhong led Jiang Chaoxi into the house and took out the bird's nests given to him: "Some time ago, a friend gave me two kilograms of bird's nests, but I didn't eat them.
I just want to keep these things for you, hahaha, remember to take them all away when you go back!"