My infertile wife ran with the ball

The bitter winter wind blows through the country, killing the temperature above zero with a devastating force. Even the imperial city of Beijing is not immune. The thermometer has dropped all the way to -10 degrees Celsius, making people wish they could stay at home forever.

Shen Qinghao returned to China on this day when the temperature plummeted.

Holding a box of ashes belonging to Zhao Ci.

The cause of Zhao Ci's death was sudden death caused by excessive fatigue. In fact, the shock before entering the hospital was an omen, but the young man still worked overtime and stayed up all night without eating in order to catch up with the data. His body was overdrawn... Finally, his body was found At the time, people had been gone for 4 hours..

Obviously, I will be able to graduate with a Ph.D. in another year, and the future is bright...It's a pity, I haven't turned 30 yet.

Both Zhao's father and Zhao's mother had a good relationship with him. He helped Zhao Ci take care of the funeral in the United States. Because it was difficult to transport the body across the country, the two elders asked him to bring the ashes back.

When getting off the plane, Shen Qinghao held the icy urn with stiff hands, seeing the Beijing city in the distance, it felt like a world away.

Seven months is but a snap of the fingers? In an instant, many things have changed.

Separation and life and death turned into a sharp blade, cutting through the clear film in the eyes when he was young, a pair of peach blossom eyes are no longer sentimental, and there is a sharp metallic luster in the pure black pupils.

Shen Qinghao walked down step by step on the hanging ladder, and set foot on the land of the motherland again.

The air in Beijing is dry and cold. Gusts of wind are like blunt knives, slowly cutting through the flesh, and they are not afraid of the extremely hard metal of the car body.

Facing the cold wind, the black Rolls Royce drove towards the university's family courtyard, and stopped in front of the community gate not long after.

Shen Qinghao got out of the car with the urn in his arms, and walked towards the second elder who was waiting for him not far away.

"Teacher, the senior is back."

Shen Qinghao reached out and handed out Zhao Ci's urn.

The cold wind messed up his hair, and under the cover of the messy hair, the expressions of the two old people in front of him could not be seen clearly.

"Um..."

Father Zhao took off his glasses, sighed and wiped the lenses with the hem of his clothes, and then took the black box over.

"Xiao Shen, thank you, I won't invite you in for tea."

"Well, I will visit you again another day, please forgive me."

The elderly scholar grieved and stroked the urn repeatedly with hands like dead bark, then turned and left with the support of his lover.

White-haired people send black-haired people, life is so fragile and vulnerable, if you don't take good care of it, maybe one day will be the last time.

Shen Qinghao stood in the cold wind for a while, and thought of a terrible possibility...

He opened the door and sat in the back seat, saying to the driver in front, "Go back to my apartment."

·

Shen Qinghao felt that Lin would not easily seek death. It was not his style to torture himself to death for the sake of love. His sister was still in the UK, and the child had to go to university after high school. No matter whether he was studying abroad or returning to China, he needed it. His brother.

The penthouse was still the same, the furniture and furnishings were all restored, except for a few antiques that he broke, the rest were exactly the same.

Shen Qinghao put on his slippers, stared at the plush cat on the shoes for a while, then took Lin Yi's lamb slippers out of the shoe cabinet, and stroked the plush sheep again and again. sheep.

The agreed-upon supplies for husband and wife, but now he is the only one left...

The temperature of the air conditioner is maintained at 28°, which is the most comfortable temperature for Lin Yi, and it is still a bit hot for him...

Lin Yilin Yilin also...he's all over his head...I can't take it anymore.

When in the United States, due to money, distance restrictions and other reasons, Shen Qinghao has not been able to catch Lin Yi in person. This time Zhao Ci passed away, and the project team in the United States had to suspend work for at least four or five months. There was enough time. After more than half a year His parents also let go of him, and without the bodyguards who follow him, he can let go.

Now that the end of the new year is approaching, his share dividends and fund interest have already arrived, which is more than enough to hire all the private detectives in the East City.

In the past few months, he has been struggling between finding someone and giving up. He is afraid that Lin Yi will fall in love with others and give up on himself, and that his true feelings will be in vain. But his broken logic chain shows that Lin Yi I didn't cheat on Huai'an, maybe I have another concubine outside, or maybe I had to leave and hide because of some things...

He really tried to let go, ran the [-]-meter marathon, and after he collapsed at the end, he was still in his mind...

If you fall in love, you really can't let go...

So he didn't want to engage in any sticky self-struggle anymore, and he returned to the attitude of the second generation ancestor in the past - take it if you want it, and catch it back if you don't have it. He doesn't care if Lin Yi is single or married now Anyway, this person must be his.

In the next few days, Shen Qinghao was busy hiring detectives, and by the way, rechecked the information Liu Zhen gave him.

After reading all the data, he can also understand why Steward Liu has been unable to find Lin Yi.

The credit card usage records under the name of his family Xiaoyang are blank, and there is no trace in the big data face information database. There is no registration record, and there is no air, high-speed, rail, passenger car, or shipping. I have checked everything that can be checked. I searched everything I was looking for, but I didn't find a single clue.

He also checked Li Zimeng's call records, which showed that the little girl had never received a domestic call since she was studying abroad. Except for taking out food, she communicated with her classmates and teachers. The social software was also very clean, and she didn't mention anything about her brother. .

Shen Qinghao thought over and over again, and chose to call the little girl.

"Hi, Mengmeng, I'm Brother Shen, how are you doing in England?"

He was sitting in the tea room of the apartment, drinking black tea slowly.

This black tea is also Lin Yi's favorite drink. At the beginning, he specially asked someone to bring back several boxes from Wuyi Mountain.

"Ah! Brother Shen!" The little girl's voice was obviously filled with joy and joy.

"Everything is fine in the UK! The teachers and classmates are very nice! There is no discrimination. You and my brother haven't called me for more than half a year. I thought you had forgotten me. My brother's phone is always off? machine, your me again? I dare not fight..."

Shen Qinghao picked up a purple clay teacup and took a sip, "Why is your brother like this, didn't you call you? Didn't you get through a single call?"

"Yes, yes, I haven't heard my brother's voice for a long time. Is my brother by your side now? Can you let him say a few words to me..."

"Oh, Lin Yi went out recently, and I haven't contacted him for a long time...I got angry with him, and he even changed his mobile phone number. I don't know where to hide and sulk now, what? If he calls you, you have to tell Brother Shen that your brother and I are engaged and are going to get married. "

"Wow, really!"

"Well... I called my brother before I came to the UK. At that time, his tone was very bad. What else did he want? He left... Did you guys quarrel at that time?"

Shen Qinghao clenched the phone tightly, "No, he was too tired at the time, and told me he wanted to leave the job and take a break. Anyway? If you hear about your brother, you must call me. I have to see him before I can apologize. , and the Chinese New Year will be soon, and I also want to have a reunion with him."

"Yeah, okay, I can't go back for three years, but I will definitely go back when you get married! I'll be your flower girl!"

"it is good."

The little girl's voice stopped abruptly, and Shen Qinghao hung up the phone, her black eyes getting deeper and deeper.

Lin Yeke is really ruthless, my sister who is so protective of her baby, she hasn't made a single phone call or letter in seven months...

Shen Qinghao picked up the small teacup and drank the tea in it in one go.

That's right, it's all like this to him, what else can he expect?

When the man is found, he has to make a real golden cage and lock his limbs with iron rings, so that he can only stay at home day and night, without seeing the outside world at all. I only have him in my heart, and I have to be buried with him after death.

After sitting in the tea room for a while, Shen Qinghao picked up the phone again and called the hired detectives.

"Check the paper-based information, blood donation, bus registration book, medical records, etc., with the Beijing-Tianjin wing as the core, covering the surrounding provinces and cities, focusing on the provinces in the south, especially the cities near the sea. , spend whatever you want.”

The person on the other side of the phone answered several times.

Afterwards, Shen Qinghao made several phone calls to his friends at the police station, and checked whether Cha Linyi had registered anything with his ID card. Of course, the result was that he hadn't, and he was still unmarried. The event column was clean.

Shen Qinghao was a little relieved, after all, if Lin Yizhen married someone else, it would be a little illegal for him to force someone to divorce, now there is nothing to worry about, everything is within the scope permitted by the law.

He had done up and down, up and down, and there was someone outside helping him with errands, so Shen Qinghao organized things at home.

A few months ago, Liu Zhen sent Lin Yi's things to the United States. She said it was "all", but it was actually two-thirds. It may be that some cute and lovely things were assumed to be his by default. When the housekeeper sent someone to clean them up I didn't take it.

In fact, his lamb is also a cute lamb. He likes to eat sweets and soft and warm things.

When he returned to China this time, he brought all his things back, which happened to be sorted out together with the rest.

But after tidying up and tidying up, one day when he was tidying up the bed, he felt a dry bloodstain under the bed...

By the way, he has been checking things outside, but he hasn't done a good job at home... What if? There are letters or notes left by Lin Yi...

So in the next few days, Shen Qinghao asked someone to search all over the house, and the result was really unexpected.

"Master Shen, a large amount of blood stains have been detected in the entrance, bedroom and bathroom of your house, in the form of dripping and flowing." The laboratory technician asked him with the test results of several luminol reagents: "Someone was in your house before. Ever hurt?"

"Well...but it's just cuts from broken glass, small wounds."

"If your home has been unoccupied for seven months and has only been cleaned once, as you say, your home is an undamaged site. There must have been a lot of blood in your home, and it was by no means a minor cut. So easy."

Shen Qinghao took the photo, looked thoughtfully at the bloodstains with tails.

No one dared to enter his house, and it must have been cleaned only once; he loves Lin and loves it to death. At that time, he didn't use the whip hard at all, at most it was only three points, it looked terrible...

Then why did Lin Yi bleed so much at that time?

·

The winter wind is blowing south, and the cold wave has swept across most of China, and the coastal towns that are neither south nor north have not been avoided.

Lin Yi lay in the hospital for a month, and the signs of labor bleeding finally disappeared. The baby in his stomach was already nine months old, and it had grown from a soy bean to a small watermelon. Gotta be bulging.

Kang Yuan said that his baby is smaller than the average baby, so his belly is not the standard nine-month pregnant belly, at best it is seven-month pregnant.

Every time he thinks of this sentence, he will pick up a cup and eat a few mouthfuls of food, trying to save more nutrition for the child.

"Xiao Lin, what snacks do you want to eat right now?"

Just as Lin Yi took a bite of the sweet potato, she was stopped by Sister Tian.

"Children won't grow up eating snacks, so you should eat more! Today I cooked pork ribs for you, so you can eat a few more pieces."

With that said, Sister Tian took out two bowls of pork ribs from the insulated box and put them on the table, handed Lin Yi a bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks, and urged: "It's just warmed up, eat quickly, and I'll pour it for you again." glass of milk."

Facing two bowls full of pork ribs, Lin Yi felt that he was holding on before he started eating. He hesitated with the hand holding the chopsticks, and finally picked up a bean.

"Eat meat! Eat more meat!"

"...Well, I'll eat slowly, I should be able to eat a lot." Lin Yi said while biting the beans.

The nine-month-old child is heavy, and he often falls so that his back hurts, and he can't sit or stand. He can only lie down halfway to relieve the pressure on his waist. Now he eats directly on the bed with a table on the bed. For company.

He ate slowly, and Sister Tian sat beside him and hummed a song. While humming, she bent down and pulled out two large balls of wool from under the bed.

"In the past two days, I can knit a sweater, which will be just right for you to wear after giving birth."

She is holding a sweater needle, moving her fingers deftly and quickly to knit a sweater.

"I want to learn too."

Lin Yi put down his chopsticks and said.

"Okay, I'll teach you. That's it. One stitch at a time. Don't be too sparse or too dense. It will look good if everything is even. In the future, you can also try to knit one for your baby."

Lin Yi took the sweater needle that Sister Tian handed over, and tried to hook it a few times.

He was really bored in the hospital. There was no TV in the ward, and he didn’t even have to watch bloody dramas. His mobile phone was confiscated by Sister Tian on the grounds of radiation, and only the murals of children could accompany him all day long; it was too cold outside and Kang Yuan forbade him Going out, cabbage cannot be grown in the house, and the smell of medicine is also strong...

Just used this to pass the time.

"Is that right?" Lin Yi knitted a few more stitches and showed it to Sister Tian.

The woman squinted her eyes, took a closer look, and then said with a smile on her face, "Okay, the weaving is really good, and with some practice, you can knit a whole dress."

She took the sweater needles back from the young man, hummed a song and started knitting again, "Tighten the cuffs a little bit, and the hem of the clothes too, and you can draw a pattern by changing the weaving method, no worse than the ones in the mall!" "

Lin Yi picked up the bowl and chopsticks again, and softly responded to Sister Tian, ​​"Yeah, you are the best at weaving."

"The Chinese New Year will be in ten days or so. It seems that I will have to spend this year in the hospital."

"Well...I kind of want to go home, the hospital is too cold."

Lin Yi picked up a piece of ribs and bit off the meat on it.

In the past, he spent the Spring Festival in the hospital almost every year, but this time he really didn't want to.

"Then go home. I'll be fine in a day or two. I'll drive you off."

Kang Yuan walked up to them without anyone noticing, stretched out his claws and pinched a piece of pork ribs in the bowl.

"You brat! Why do you even snatch the food from the pregnant woman?!" Sister Tian licked Kang Yuan's stinky paw a few times with a sweater needle.

"Hey, don't hit, don't hit, it hurts."

"Brother has so much in his bowl, and he can't finish his meal. Instead of wasting food, he might as well give me a few dollars. Brother, don't you think so?"

Lin Yi looked at Sister Tian's expression, and said softly: "Should...maybe...maybe...can finish eating..."

Sister Tian got up and took a bowl from the bedside table, and set aside a few ribs for Kang Yuan, "Eat, eat, he really can't finish it."

"Okay!" Kang Yuan said happily and sat down to eat ribs.

"By the way, bro, tomorrow is your birthday, what flavor of cake do you want?" Kang Yuan bit his ribs and said vaguely.

"How do you know?" Lin Yi asked subconsciously.

"I have your ID card information, it says on it, and I'm not blind."

Lin Yi put down the chopsticks in his hand again, bowed his head in thought for a moment.

So far his only birthday was celebrated by Shen Qinghao, the cat is very warm.

August is Shen Qinghao's birthday. On his birthday, he cooked a bowl of longevity noodles, sang a happy birthday song for Shen Qinghao in his heart, and ate it by himself, crying while eating...

Shen Qinghao should be in the United States right now, with Zhao Ci and various scholars, busy selecting topics, doing data, writing papers and publishing articles, going out to a reception from time to time, chatting and laughing with high-class ladies.

That's the life he should have...

Birthday... The enthusiastic foreigner should give him a birthday party, and his longevity noodles are no longer useful.

In the future, Shen Qinghao should find someone of the right family to marry, not a despicable person like him who is full of bad deeds. He is sick and sensitive, and he has to rely on hundreds of injections to protect his pregnancy. I don't know if he can give birth safely. Children, can children grow up healthily after birth...

But after the child is born, he has to enter the account into the system, and he can't hide it anymore. What if Shen Qinghao came to him...

Forget it, let's talk about it after the birth.

"Brother, brother, what do you think?"

Kang Yuan looked at him holding an empty bowl.

"Ah, I didn't think about anything..."

"Tch, I must be thinking about that man named Shen Qinghao, the scumbag who abandoned his wife and son."

Lin Yi sighed, "It's not what you think, we are more complicated. It's my birthday, so don't buy cakes."

·

It's night, exactly 12:00 am.

Lin Yi put on some clothes and got out of bed secretly, passed Sister Tian who was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, and walked to the window alone.

The moon and stars were sparse outside the window, and the gentle moonlight illuminated the entire winter night. He looked at the round moon and made a wish in his heart.

If I can't meet my lover again in this life, I hope I can be my childhood sweetheart in the next life.

The author has something to say: Xiao Shen has started looking for someone frantically!Xiaolin is very contradictory. He wants to be found and feels inferior. It is not easy for a single parent to conceive a child. Feel Xiaolin who is about to give birth. (mortgage watch is also a bit intentional to reveal the meaning of jiojio)

感谢在2021-03-2312:26:02~2021-03-2410:59:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Changan Youyu; 4 bottles of cute Yu Yang; 2 bottles of Jiufang Chenyue;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!