After the flash marriage, the wealthy husband can’t hide his vest

Zhang Chunyan felt that there was something in Yang Zheng's words, but she didn't dare to point it out or ask.

Zhang Chunyan couldn't express her pain, but in the end she was sent back to the hospital by Yang Zheng and separated from her son.

Being a new mother and being separated from her child is very difficult for a mother.

Zhang Chunyan also had a son in middle age, so naturally she was even more concerned.

It was getting dark, and Yang Zheng didn't stay with Zhang Chunyan, so he left on the pretext of something else.

Zhang Chunyan just sat in a daze in the hospital. It was very late, but Lin Weilong still didn't come. H City was not far from here, so one day was enough.

Yang Zheng was not here, Lin Weilong should have appeared, but he never showed up.

Zhang Chunyan couldn't help it and called Lin Weilong. The phone was turned off.

Zhang Chunyan didn't know that her call would never be answered again.

As for the call she made, it didn't take long for the call record to be handed over to Yang Zheng by Luo Quan.

Looking at the call records, Yang Zheng was heartbroken. His wife was still in contact with Lin Weilong without telling him.

"Go down." Yang Zheng waved his hand and asked Luo Quan to leave: "This matter is rotten in the stomach."

"Yes, godfather." Luo Quan didn't dare to say anything.

After Luo Quan left, Yang Zheng heard the child's cry. He got up and went to the baby room, where Sister Liu, the confinement nanny, was coaxing the child.

"Mr. Yang, I'm sorry to bother you. Xiao Shuo is hungry."

"It's okay, you feed the child." Yang Zheng sat down next to him, watching the confinement nurse feeding the child, and suddenly asked: "Sister Liu, do you think this child looks like me?"

These words frightened Sister Liu. How could she dare to say that she didn't look like him?

Sister Liu smiled and said, "Xiao Shuo's eyebrows are very similar to Mr. Yang's."

"But why do I feel that it doesn't look alike." Yang Zheng came closer and looked at the child carefully: "It doesn't look alike at all."

Sister Liu's face turned pale and she didn't dare to express her anger, let alone answer the question.

Whether a child looks like or not can best be seen by others.

Yang Zheng said to himself again: "It's enough that his surname is Yang."

There was a lot of helplessness in these words.

After saying that, Yang Zheng went out.

Sister Liu breathed a sigh of relief, but also sympathized with Yang Zheng.

He had a child at this age who didn't look like him. From the tone of his voice, he knew that the child was not his, but he had no choice but to admit it.

As a confinement nanny, Sister Liu did not dare to say anything. After coaxing the child, she made some midnight snacks and gave them to Yang Zheng.

"Mr. Yang, your body is the capital of revolution. Get some rest early and take good care of yourself."

"Thank you." Yang Zheng felt much better. Sister Liu was less than 40 years old, more than ten years younger than Yang Zheng. Sister Liu was just called her, her real name was Liu E.

Yang Zheng originally asked Liu E to take care of the children because Liu E and he were from the same hometown.

Yang Zheng asked: "Sister Liu, do you have children?"

Sister Liu shook her head: "There was one. When I was ten years old, I went swimming in the river and drowned. My husband and I divorced, and I came to Beijing to work alone."

"He is also a miserable man." Yang Zheng sighed: "Take good care of Xiaoshuo, you can treat him as your own child."

Sister Liu was flattered by these words, and even more confused, not understanding what Yang Zheng meant.

She is just a one-month-old nanny, how can she treat her employer's child as her own?

Sister Liu didn't dare to think too much and went out first.

From that day on, Yang Zheng's heart changed. On the surface, he was still in love and harmony with Zhang Chunyan. At least in the eyes of outsiders, they were very loving.

But in his heart, there was already a gap between him and Zhang Chunyan.

No man in this world can tolerate his wife cuckolding him and giving birth to a child in his name.

But no matter how much the outside world talked about it, Yang Zheng could only pretend that there was no such thing, and he also had to hold a grand full moon banquet for his children, and all the invitations were sent out.

When Fu Tingxiu received the invitation, there was not much expression on his face. Fu Boxuan said: "Brother, Yang Zheng is a middle-aged son and is very proud of his life. I have heard about hosting such a big full moon party. Many people in the circle are like I received the invitation.”

"With Yang Zheng's identity, there are many people who want to participate." Fu Tingxiu threw the invitation aside casually.

Fu Boxuan gossiped: "There are rumors that the child is not Yang Zheng's biological child. Brother, do you think it is true?"

Fu Tingxiu glanced at Fu Boxuan indifferently: "Don't look at me with such clear and stupid eyes. It will make me wonder if we were born to the same mother."

"Brother." Fu Boxuan curled his lips.

At this time, Wei Zheng came in with a serious expression: "Boss, Lin Weilong has been out of contact for a few days, and there has been no news."