Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

She was supported by Fan Xiaozheng, she could feel her whole body weak, and her fingertips were so tired that they only felt sore.

"What's the date today?" She asked in a slightly low voice.

When Fan Xiaozheng heard her question, the alarm bell sounded in his heart, as Wu Kuo said, she would always know that the child was in her stomach.

He didn't speak, pretending that he didn't hear him, acting like he happened to be talking to Liena and didn't hear clearly.

"She is not feeling well, what do you guys want to talk about, we can talk about it another day." Fan Xiaozheng said.

Lena raised her eyebrows slightly, what else can I say?
After leaving the clubhouse, Fan Xiaozheng didn't answer Yeliang's question.

But when he got in the car, he saw that Ye Liang had already checked today's date with his mobile phone, and then his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Her period is delayed.

This was Ye Liang's first reaction.

Then his body, which was exhausted with pantothenic acid, suddenly tensed up.

If something really happened, it must have happened that night...

Instant irritability swallowed her whole body, her soft brows were knotted, and she didn't say a single word along the way.

Fan Xiaozheng knew what she was thinking.

He also thought about it all the way, not sure if she wanted to keep the child.

If it really doesn't work, the worst thing is to tell her the truth. If she doesn't want his child, at worst he will be overbearing again until she gives birth to the child.

Thinking of this, he sat in the car outside the villa for a long time.

She should buy a test strip first thing in the morning, and then go to the hospital for further confirmation.

Fan Xiaozheng was wondering if he should arrange for someone to give her a fake result.

After thinking about it, since we have reached this point, let's not bother, let's see what kind of reaction she will have when she finds out.

As a result, Fan Xiaozheng hardly fell asleep that whole night, and woke up again at dawn.

I called Wen He, "Is she up yet? What's the arrangement for today? Have you contacted me?"

Wen He's voice sounded as if he hadn't woken up yet, "Who are you talking about?...Menghui?...Hmm, I don't know, I haven't seen her yet, can you ask me later?"

"No need." Fan Xiaozheng said.

After he finished speaking, he was about to hang up the phone, but he paused for a while, and asked one more question: "Where did you stay last night?"

Wen He seemed to smile, "I still have to report to President Fan where I sleep? Do you still want to know who is sleeping next to me?"

"If you'd like to talk, I'd like to listen."

Wen He snorted and hung up.

Then I stretched my waist, twisted my neck and felt a stiff neck, and the right side of my neck was stiff and sore.

He raised his hand and pinched it, and got up from the sofa while knocking.

That's right, he was indeed in his own villa, but he didn't go back to his bedroom to sleep all night, and fell asleep while waiting on the sofa.

Aunt Song got up and covered him with a blanket, and only came out of the kitchen when she heard the noise, "Mr. Wen, are you awake?"

With a smile on his face, but also a little reserved, "I don't know that Mr. Wen will come over, the breakfast was prepared impromptu, it may not be very rich..."

Wen He waved his hand, "I won't eat, I'll be leaving in a while."

At the end, he asked casually: "Song Jianyi didn't come back to sleep last night?"

"Ah?" Maybe it was because he changed the subject a little too quickly. Aunt Song didn't realize it, so she said, "Jian Yi slept in the set, and called me last night. Mr. Wen, do you... have something to do with her?"

Wen He shook his head, "It's okay."

He really didn't plan to have breakfast, and he was going to leave now.

But I was stopped by Aunt Song, and looked at him apologetically, "Mr. Wen, I know that the eldest lady has returned to live in Xingchen Bay, and she probably won't come back here in the future. It stands to reason that our mother and daughter can't live like this forever." , it's just...can you wait for a while until I find a place to rent..."

"Moving out?" Wen He frowned slightly, "I rarely come back to live here, are you uncomfortable?"

Aunt Song waved her hand, "No, no..."

"Then stay here, it's okay." Wen He said, and then glanced at the time, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

After Wen He walked for a while, Aunt Song breathed a sigh of relief, but felt apologetic. After thinking about it, she called her daughter.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Song Jianyi's voice was early in the morning, without any sleepiness. It seemed that the work of the crew had already started.

"One by one, Mr. Wen just left, as if he has something to do with you."

"Oh." Song Jianyi just said this, without any further text.

Aunt Song thought for a while, and then said: "We have been living in other people's houses. Mr. Wen is the same as the eldest lady. If you need anything, you have to be careful, you know?"

Song Jian nodded, "I see."

Just after hanging up the phone, Song Jianyi's phone rang again.

She lowered her head and glanced, her movements stopped, and she didn't answer the phone, she pressed the button to mute, half in a daze.

She finally answered the call when the call came in for the second time.

The tone is slightly depressed, "Hello."

"You often don't go back to live?" Wen He asked as soon as he got through.

Song Jian pursed her lips, "...Recently, the workload of the crew is relatively heavy, and I basically live in hotels."

"Is it a heavy workload, or is it avoiding me?" Wen He asked directly.

Song Jianyi pursed her lips again, and remained silent for a while, really not knowing how to answer, she pinched her fingertips on the back of the phone and rubbed it back and forth.

I only heard the crane speak again: "It's okay to avoid me. I usually don't go back to live. Just like before, I still live in the famous Shanshui mansion."

Song Jianyi still nodded, "Okay, got it."

She was so neither salty nor bland, and her nonchalant tone made Wen He very angry.

But he didn't know why he was angry, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and took two or three deep breaths, but he didn't say a word.

There is a five-year age difference between him and Song Jianyi. No matter how he treats her, he feels that he is bullying a child. The problem is that this child is really a bully sometimes!

Especially, the last time she got off him early in the morning, she avoided him like a plague.

The phone was not hung up, and Wen He asked briefly, "How was filming? Are the colleagues easy to get along with?"

"It's...okay." Song Jian said.

Wen He said "um.", "Call me if you need anything."

As a result, Song Jianyi said, "It's nothing."

Then he scribbled a few more words and hung up on him.

Wen He stared at the phone, feeling bored for no reason.

On the other side, Ye Liang has already woken up.

She thought for a long time in the bedroom, then changed her clothes and prepared to go out. She went directly to the hospital without telling anyone, and took a taxi by herself.

However, not long after she went out, Lu Ye's car followed her not too far away.

She didn't go to the hospital where Sheng Xia was, but changed to another one. Before getting out of the car, she let down her hair and put on a peaked cap.