Running away from the boss every day

He Miao secretly called for speed.

She coughed a few times, moistened her throat and said, "If you haven't taken the contraceptive pill, there is a high possibility of getting heavy."

"I'm going to get pregnant?"

"this."

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"You'd better pay attention to your body temperature. If your body temperature is normal, then congratulations on winning the lottery."

Yue Bai lowered her eyelashes, and the cold light rubbed her face as white as suet. The beautiful outline always gave people a pleasing feeling no matter what the scene was.

He Miao looked a little fascinated, admiring beauties, and she was no exception.

Yue Baiyu curled his fingers slightly, his heart turned over, "I will be pregnant? This makes me a little unbelievable. After all, I hope she will bear me a child."

"Back then your genome was used by Madam Jiang for experiments. If you had a poor physique, you would definitely conceive the other party's child."

Her outline was tense and she didn't speak.

Pregnancy, this word is extremely strange to her.

Then Jiang Jingxian, like her, will have such omissions.

He Miao knew that she had too much self-esteem, and reminded: "During this time, you should not move around and take good care of yourself. Calculated from the time, you can go for a checkup."

When Song Xutang woke up, it was already the next day, around five o'clock in the morning.

Her biological clock was always on time, especially when she was attending school for Xiao Fu, even if there was no alarm clock, she would not be delayed by half a minute.

Habit is second nature.

She rubbed her painful head, her body seemed to be lifted from the water, weak and weak.

My mind froze for a while.

Song Xutang sat up slowly, opened his eyes and looked around the room. There was no memory of last night in his mind, and he could tell at a glance that it was a whiter room.

"You're awake." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, Yue Baihan lay on the soft chair, spinning the wheels and turning around.

In the depths of winter, even though the house was like spring all year round, Yue Baiyun still covered his knees with a blue blanket to keep him warm. He made some deliberate movements and hid it carefully.

She folded her hands and looked idle.

Song Xutang was taken aback, and said slowly, "Why do you..."

"You are sick, I can only take you home, how is it now, is it better?"

"...Well, it's much better, thank you." She drooped her eyelashes and looked at the pajamas on her body. The hem of the clothes was a little longer, but it was not her own.

Glancing at Yue Baiyun's silk pajamas, she raised her head in panic and asked in a low voice, "I, my clothes..."

"You are sweating all over, which is not conducive to reducing the fever. I will replace it for you."

"..." She stared blankly and froze for a moment.

Yue Baiyun took off the blanket on his body, stepped on the floor with bare feet and walked to the bedside, bent over and put his hand on her forehead with familiarity, his palm felt cool, nodded and smiled with satisfaction: "The fever is finally gone. "

It seemed that she took care of herself for a night, and of course stayed with her for a night.

Song Xutang still took her hand away a little uncomfortable, and trembled angrily at the thought of her changing her clothes. She was weak and weak after the fever, her face was as white as paper, and she looked at the quilt without blinking her eyelashes. pattern, taciturn.

"Why don't you speak?" Yue Baihen's mouth was slightly curled up, his eyelashes were covered with shadows, and his eyes did not intend to leave.

Song Xutang thought of her staring at her again, turned his head angrily, and didn't want to talk to her, thinking about how to get out of here.

"You don't need to look defensive when you see me." She spread her hands and smiled helplessly.

"It's time for me to go to school." Song Xutang said leisurely, squinting cautiously.

His eyes trembled.

as predicted--

Yue Baichen smiled mysteriously, and his dense and deep eyes looked at her interestingly.

"I have asked the driver to wait outside the door. Now as long as you answer a question, I will naturally let you go back to school."

She took a breath, scolded her again in her heart, then nodded tremblingly.

"Okay, you say."

"Do we still have a chance to be together..."

Song Xutang raised her head sharply.

I don't understand the meaning of her words.

Her body was slightly tense, and every time she faced Yue Baiyun, her heart would panic.

"You should know that we have no possibility."

"I'll return Mrs. Song to you, are you willing to forgive me?"

"Yue Baiyu, there are some things that can't be written off without forgiveness. Over the years, if I really love you, even if you treat me badly, I will have expectations every day, looking forward to your return to me. However, from the day I died , I don’t have any expectations anymore, maybe I haven’t been affectionate from beginning to end, but I’m just not used to the fact that you suddenly don’t love me.”

Suddenly, Yue Baiyun's heart skipped a beat, he mused for a few seconds and covered his stomach with his hands, his voice was faint, like melted ink: "I can't bring you back anymore."

"Yes."

Song Xutang didn't like to talk about this topic with her.

She got out of bed, put on the prepared slippers, and ran slowly to the bathroom.

Her bedroom is the same as a luxury hotel, with well-equipped and well-equipped facilities.

She gritted her teeth and quickly got in, closing the door heavily.

The bathroom is well-equipped, the countertops are clean, and the toothbrushes and towels are neatly stacked.

She slowed down and squatted aimlessly on the toilet, her mind was dizzy, and she tried every means not to touch her again.

This squatting for half a moment passed.

Yue Baiyu stood outside the door and waited for a while, with a gloomy expression, he knocked on the door: "Are you alright?"

Song Xutang took a deep breath and said, "I want to go back. Let's talk about what you have to do next time."

She would rather get into the bathroom than choose to avoid seeing her.

Have you hated her so much?

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