marry a tyrant

The three days passed by neither too fast nor too slow, and the scientific examination was finally over. People usually waited outside the examination room early in the morning, and when the sound of gongs and drums sounded, the students left one after another, all pale and exhausted, as if swimming. soul.

There are also those with good physical strength, who seem to be performing well and have a good face.

The expressions of these people made Ren Pingsheng's eyes a little more worried. He knew that the scientific examination was not that simple. Now that Wan Mohong has a big belly, he doesn't know what to do. If he can, he really wants to rush in and hug people out .

Finally, after many people came out, Ren Pingsheng finally saw Wan Mohong slowly appearing at the gate.

"But where is it uncomfortable?" Ren Pingsheng asked.

Wan Mohong shook his head: "Let's talk when we get in the carriage."

Ren Pingsheng helped him into the carriage, then gave up riding and got into the carriage himself, and all the spectators around looked at them.

"It's rare to marry a man who is so considerate." A middle-aged man said.

The other stroked his beard: "Who said it wasn't, isn't it more bizarre than this man's big belly."

The carriage is not soundproof, and everything outside can be heard inside, Wan Mohong gritted his teeth when he heard what they said: "The mouth is so broken, it should be cut and fed to the dogs."

Ren Pingsheng patted him on the back and said, "Don't be as knowledgeable as they are, be careful not to get angry."

Wan Mohong calmed down for a while, and immediately showed a tired expression. He naturally leaned on Ren Pingsheng's shoulder, and said a little weakly: "Am I ugly?"

Ren Pingsheng knew that Wan Mohong cared about other people's eyes from the beginning of the scientific examination, so he put his hand on Wan Mohong's stomach: "It's not ugly, my husband likes it very much."

Wan Mohong knew that he was comforting himself, but in the past few days, those people looked at his stomach from time to time, and some even showed expressions of disgust. Since he was a child, he has never been so angry.

He raised his head and looked at Ren Pingsheng. Their heads were close and their lips were pressed together. They hadn't seen each other for three days. They both missed each other very much. They exchanged each other's breath. When they separated, Wan Mohong His lips were a little swollen, his breathing was a little messy, and he could look at Ren Pingsheng with his eyes.

Ren Pingsheng saw the grievance in his eyes, so he kissed him on both eyelids and said, "Don't worry."

Wan Mohong nodded, and rested on Ren Pingsheng's body. He was too tired, and he couldn't close his eyes in that environment.

Compared with modern cars, the carriage can be regarded as very bumpy, and that's it, Wan Mohong slept very soundly, and Ren Pingsheng's fingertips touched his slightly blue lower eyelids.

He felt a little distressed. Two years ago, he said that he would feel sorry for a man. It was absolutely impossible. He didn't expect that the fate's arrangement for him was extraordinary.

Not only does he have Wan Mohong now, the two will soon have a child.

About an hour later, the carriage stopped, Wan Mohong was still asleep, Ren Pingsheng shook him awake.

"So sleepy." Wan Mohong subconsciously said.

Ren Pingsheng led him out of the carriage, Ye Zhufeng was already waiting, he had to feel Wan Mohong's pulse, otherwise, he would probably go to watch Wang Suicheng secretly again.

I don't know how Wang Suicheng did in the exam, but when Wan Mohong sat down, Ye Zhufeng felt his pulse.

"No problem, let him have a good sleep." Ye Zhufeng confessed.

Ren Pingsheng got up: "I'm sorry, Doctor Ye."

After speaking, he was sent to send him out, Ye Zhufeng looked at Ren Pingsheng's caring and caring appearance for Wan Mohong, and felt a little envious in his heart.

Even though Wan Mohong was in danger and he was a man, Ren Pingsheng, who came from an aristocratic family, would accept him and treat him so well that anyone would envy him.

When he walked out of Ren's house, Ye Zhufeng sighed softly. He never expected Wang Suicheng to be like Ren Pingsheng, of course it was impossible. As long as he could remember himself, Ye Zhufeng would be satisfied. Compared with this, his Like too humble.

Ye Zhufeng has never been a person who likes to mourn himself, he just understands that he is sad when he can't be with the person he likes. This kind of sadness accumulates with the number of times he sees Wang Suicheng, and it has been a long time since he was truly happy.

Timely stop loss is the most sensible approach, but emotional matters are difficult because they cannot be controlled.

Back at the Wang family, Wang Suicheng was not in his yard. He had just finished his exams, so the Wang family must have asked about the situation, or even held a banquet.

Ye Zhufeng asked the next person: "Did your son say that his legs were uncomfortable when he came back?"

The servant replied: "No, I heard from the young master that he has been taking care of himself for the past three days. He could walk a few steps before, but now he walks more. I think he will be able to walk like flying soon."

Walking like flying is an exaggeration, Ye Zhufeng can feel the joy of the servant.

He was also happy, but Ye Zhufeng understood that Wang Suicheng's current situation, even if he didn't give acupuncture, would gradually recover, and he should leave.

So Ye Zhufeng went back to the house, ready to pack up early, spent most of his time in the capital here, and he really piled up a lot of things.

I'm afraid it's not enough just to clean up. Now that Wan Mohong is not yet born, he will definitely not be able to go back to his hometown, and he doesn't want to live in Ren's house and watch the two of them raise their eyebrows. It's better to rent a yard in Beijing first.

Wang Suicheng didn't know Ye Zhufeng's plan, it was already too late when he came back from his father and grandfather, maybe because there was no one to take care of him for three days, his legs recovered even better.

In fact, it is okay to change to a walking stick nowadays, but it is not very elegant, so Wang Suicheng is useless.

"Doctor Ye asked?" Wang Suicheng asked after seeing that the lights in Ye Zhufeng's room had been turned off.

The servant was stunned: "Young master is really good at predicting things. Doctor Ye asked you about your situation as soon as he came back, and the villain told the truth one by one."

Wang Suicheng nodded, not feeling relaxed, even a little anxious.

He was very happy to recover his legs and feet, but he also knew that Ye Zhufeng would leave soon.

There are some things he can't change. Wang Suicheng hoped that at least when Ye Zhufeng left, he would stand up and see him off.

So after returning to the room, he did not rest immediately, but practiced walking.

The book boy worried: "Master, why don't you rest and practice tomorrow."

There was sweat on Wang Suicheng's forehead. He wiped it off and said, "This must be done persistently. I haven't practiced for three days. I can't slack off today."

When Ye Zhufeng got up at night, he saw that his house was still lit, a little strange, so he put on his clothes and came to the door.

The servant opened the door, and Wang Suicheng saw him stop: "Did it bother you?"

Ye Zhufeng shook his head, walked over and said: "You should go to rest, not sleeping at this hour is even worse for your health, the gain outweighs the loss."

Wang Suicheng responded, and Ye Zhufeng was about to leave the house, but his hand was grabbed.

"You..." Ye Zhufeng was a little surprised, but Wang Suicheng didn't expect it himself, and immediately let go of his hand and said, "Dr. Ye laughed at me for not standing firmly."

Ye Zhufeng lowered his eyes: "Young Master, be careful, I'm going back."

After going out the door, Ye Zhufeng looked at the hand that had been held, and felt a little hot in the cold night. He couldn't help thinking, did Wang Suicheng really not stand firm?

[The author has something to say]: I am on duty today, typing on a mobile phone, there may be typos.