Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

Si Moli, who had come to fight in Vanity Fair, was used to seeing people's unpredictability and bloodshed.

He naturally noticed Shen Yiyue's little thoughts.

As for whether he will forgive...that's another matter.

Song Nianhe bit her lip: "Shen Yiyue doesn't love Si Moli at all. All she loves is a bright future and wealth! What she loves most is herself!"

Such a selfish woman was not worthy of staying with Si Moli.

She won't let it go, she won't do it anymore.

Because Shen Yiyue is not a good woman!

How could she feel relieved to let such a woman stay with Si Moli!

"Yes." Song Zhixu replied, "Besides, maybe Si Moli didn't want to forgive Shen Yiyue at all, but you scared yourself."

Song Nianhe bit her lip harder.

Hope...she is overthinking it.

"Si Moli is in the next ward," Song Zhixu said. "When I came over to find you, I took a quick look at him and saw that he was working. He had a laptop set up on the bed and documents piled next to him."

Xu Anya asked: "Nianhe, do you want to go find him? You... haven't spoken to him face to face for several days."

Song Nianhe shook his head: "I want to sleep for a while."

"Okay." Xu Anya said, "Then let's go first and you have a good rest. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook it for you."

"It's all right."

After Song Zhixu and Xu Anya left, Song Nianhe lay down.

However, she tossed and turned, not feeling sleepy at all.

How could you not want to see him? Why don't you want to have a few words with him up close?

But, there is no courage.

Every time Song Nianhe appeared in front of Si Moli, he had to be mentally prepared and muster up his courage.

Then, when facing Si Moli, all this courage disappeared little by little in his cold words and expression.

After using up all this courage, she had to replenish it.

Now, she hasn't saved enough yet.

Coupled with the uninvited guest Shen Yiyue, Song Nianhe, who was already shrinking, wanted to shrink into his shell even more.

After thinking about it, Song Nianhe decided to peek at him secretly at the door of the ward.

In this case, I feel better and more at ease.

After making up his mind, Song Nianhe got out of bed, stepped lightly, and walked out cautiously.

Si Moli was half leaning on the hospital bed.

He was holding the mouse in one hand and scrolling through the documents with the other hand. His thin lips pursed slightly, his face was indifferent and serious, and his profile was sharp and angular.

He always looks like this when doing his work.

Song Nianhe has seen it countless times.

In the president's office, in the study, in the car...

However, whenever he saw her, Si Moli would stop what he was doing, and the ice and snow between his eyebrows would instantly melt away, replaced by a smile.

Now...it's gone, it's all gone.

Song Nianhe stood at the door of the ward, peeking at his every move through the small window at the door, looking at his angular profile with fascination.

Suddenly, she was tapped on the shoulder.

"Ah-uh!"

Before Song Nianhe could scream, the man quickly covered her mouth.

"Shh, shh, it's me." Sheng Junzhi said, "Don't scream."

Song Nianhe slowly relaxed and turned to look.

Sheng Juanzhi let go of her and lowered his voice: "Why are you standing at the door?"

"I……"

Song Nianhe originally wanted to take a sneak peek while no one was paying attention...but he was still caught.

It's a bit embarrassing and I don't know how to explain it.