unscrupulous pregnant woman

Sure enough, as Professor Wang said, Han Yang's pregnancy was very hard.

At first, he was able to go to the company to deal with some things every day, but later he became more and more lazy, often sleeping all day long.

At night, I still felt sore all over, so I had to eat hastily, and then went back to sleep.

Shen Zhishu runs very frequently, so Han Yang is relieved to have such a sensible person who knows medical skills.

Qi Hailong and Fu Yue only thought that he was sick, and sent supplements to his home like water, but how could Han Yang bear this blessing?Just by smelling it, I have to hug the toilet and vomit for a long time.

I used to do skin care once every three days, and now I don’t do it anymore. My whole person is sallow and thin, and there is still a trace of the high-spirited appearance at the beginning?Just like a malnourished.

Seeing five months, his lower abdomen is also slightly protruding, and he can no longer wear his usual shirts, so Han Yang can only wear Qi Hailong's fat T-shirt, sit on the sofa with a fruit bowl in his arms, and turn around in boredom. watching the channel.

After four months, his nausea and vomiting have calmed down a lot. At least now he never leaves the fruit every day, and he feels flustered if he doesn't eat for a while.

Shen Zhishu sat next to him, sorting out the couriers that Han Yang bought online. When he opened them, they were all baby products and a few tacky oversized T-shirts. While packing, he said, "Eating fruit is a good thing. I heard that if you eat more grapes, your child will have bigger eyes in the future.”

"Really?" Han Yang dubiously took a grape and threw it into his mouth, sucking out the juice inside, "What else have you heard, tell me all, I want to give birth to a beautiful milk baby in the future. "

"There is also a saying that after drinking milk, the child's skin will be white."

Han Yang trotted into the kitchen, took out a carton of milk and poured it into the pot, and sat back on the sofa with a bowl of warm milk after a while.

"You are a typical person who doesn't burn incense and hugs Buddha's feet temporarily." Shen Zhishu rolled his eyes.

"What's the matter? Grind your gun before the battle, don't be unhappy!" Han Yang shook the remote control in his hand, humming a little song, and suddenly his expression froze.

A voice came from the TV: "Alexander, the gambling king of country x, officially opened the first floating hotel in China - the Venus Hotel. He also attended with his two grandsons, Wimbs and William."

He couldn't hear what the host said on the TV at the back, he just felt a buzzing sound in his head, which made his eyes turn white.

Standing beside the grey-haired old man, the vigorous man in suit and leather shoes is not the Cheng Yuan he has been looking for these months?

He disappeared without a trace and disappeared without even saying hello. These days, he was frightened, couldn't eat well, couldn't sleep well, and whenever he dreamed, he was just this bastard.

I'm afraid he was kidnapped by someone and the ship sank.

But not only is he not a brick mover, but he is also the grandson of the famous gambling king Alexander?

What a goddamn fuck!

Han Yang didn't know whether to be happy or angry, he sat on the sofa wheezing, and when he was done, he still picked up a piece of grape and threw it into his mouth, chewing it twice.

How can a couple not quarrel?No matter how harsh the words are during the quarrel, it is possible to say any angry words, whoever walks away like Cheng Yuan, without any nostalgia.

Han Yang got up angrily, and wandered aimlessly in the living room pinching his waist.

Shen Zhishu was terrified by his sudden face change, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold Han Yang: "Who messed with you again, or are you uncomfortable? Why don't you go to the hospital."

Han Yang broke free, turned his head and watched TV deeply for a long time, then suddenly fell down on the sofa as if he was discouraged, covered his face with a pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm fine, but my chest is very tight."

Shen Zhishu reached out to take off his pillow, and looked at him worriedly for a long time, and he was relieved after confirming that Han Yang was fine.

The TV is still broadcasting: "It is reported that the gambling king has no children in his life, so he intends to inherit the property from one of the two grandsons. One is the famous young Duke Wenbosi in Country X, and the other has lived abroad for many years. William Joe, who doesn't care about worldly affairs. It's really exciting to see who will win in the end."

Han Yang didn't say a word, and carefully looked at the gentlemanly man in a suit and gestured his hands carefully through the screen. His eyes became more and more sore, and his whole heart seemed to be repeatedly ravaged by someone holding it in the palm of his hand. .

He was so uncomfortable, a stream of sour water was stuck in his throat and nose, and he couldn't vomit no matter how hard he vomited.

He took out his mobile phone and called Cheng Yuan several times. At first it rang twice and was hung up, and then it was turned off.

The next day, Han Yang, who hadn't slept all night, boarded the plane back to the imperial capital with two big dark circles under his eyes. He remembered the location of the hotel on TV. Before he left, he bought a pair of rings. See what Cheng Yuan should say.

Tell him he was wrong?No, that would be too embarrassing.Or tell him that he is willing to give him a chance to start all over again.

Han Yang sat nervously in the taxi, looking down at the ring on his phone, his heart fluttering.

The radio was still playing the grand occasion of the floating hotel, but he couldn't hear a word.

When we arrived at the hotel, we hurried into the lobby. The manager was an old acquaintance. When he saw him coming, he hurried out to greet him: "Mr. Han, you haven't been here for a long time."

Han Yang ignored him and went straight to the bar. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly rolled: "Give me a presidential set."

The lady at the bar looked at the manager with a look of embarrassment, Han Yang frowned, looked at the manager and bowed to him in embarrassment: "You came back from a business trip, right? You don't know, we've been locked up for a week , No other guests will be accepted during this period.”

Hearing what he said, Han Yang took a careful look around. It was indeed deserted, but there were people with foreign faces standing in every corner and main position, and it seemed that he was heavily guarded.

"Let's do it!" Han Yang didn't make things difficult for him, shook his wallet, walked over to the sofa next to him, and sat down: "Then I'll wait here, anyway, he has to go downstairs sooner or later."

The manager's brow was covered with sweat, and he sat next to Han Yang trying to persuade him, but the ancestor was as if lead was poured into his ass, and he refused to leave.

It wasn't until it was almost dark that a group of people walked in at the door. Han Yang's eyes lit up immediately. He saw Cheng Yuan almost at the first sight. His heart was beating with excitement. He quickly ran over, grabbed Cheng Yuan's wrist, and said:

"Where did you die in the past few months? I thought you were eaten by dogs, or sunk by your enemies!" The words were harsh, but tears rolled out of Han Yang's big clear eyes.

Cheng Yuan stopped, looked down at the hand with white knuckles on his wrist, lowered his head and smiled, as always aloof and refined.

Although he had a smile on his face, the indifference in his eyes was chilling to the bone, and he couldn't help being in awe.

Han Yang froze for a moment, his heart sank suddenly, and he forgot to wipe away his tears.

"Are you talking to me?" Cheng Yuan looked around, then withdrew his hand gracefully, frowned slightly, and said in a restrained tone:

"You got the wrong person."