Pregnant with the child of the entertainment industry tyrant

In the dark, Yan Lan curled up sideways under the quilt, with her cell phone placed flat beside her head, when she heard the sound of electricity connected to the phone, it was like a drowning person seeing driftwood, and hurriedly said: "I seem to have a fever, I feel so uncomfortable... ...you can help me contact a hospital..."

The other end of the phone was blank for a few seconds, and then an eager voice came out: "Where are you now?!"

Yan Lan was extremely confused and couldn't care less about distinguishing.

"……I'm at home."

"Okay, let's get in touch now, just wait a moment, don't be afraid."

The phone hung up immediately.

saved.

Yan Lan couldn't help feeling a little bit of security, and her originally tense body stretched out in the quilt.

Soon, the phone rang, and he answered it by touching the shortcut key with his bare hands.

There was a rustling sound from the receiver, as if she was putting on clothes, and said in a deep voice, "The hospital has been contacted. I will pick you up now. We are talking on the phone. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

Yan Lan understood that she did this because she was afraid that he would have an accident during this period of time alone, and thought that Zhou Ming was getting more and more meticulous and caring, so she said, "Okay, I... also go to change clothes."

"Don't worry, wait until I get here." The tone of the person on the phone was unquestionable, and then became a little softer, "Why did you suddenly have a fever?"

Yan Lan tried it under the quilt, but she was still bored, so she decided to let it go, and continued to close her eyes and said vaguely: "It's not a sudden, I felt uncomfortable on the night of the celebration banquet."

"A celebration banquet? What celebration banquet?"

"It's just...the celebration banquet."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Lan suddenly felt a bit of coolness in her burning body, then sat up abruptly, and looked back in horror at the mobile phone emitting a faint light in the darkness.

This, this voice...

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back in an instant, and he seemed to be cured of his illness.

His heart was beating wildly, and his forehead was throbbing with pain as if hitting a wall. He was already aware of what he had done, but he didn't dare to face it. He was usually cautious, how, how could it happen tonight...

"...Yan Lan?"

A few words of dialogue between the chicken and the duck not only made Yan Lan sober, but also made the person on the other side realize the problem, and began to probe with doubts and a little trembling.

"Yanlan? Are you still there? Are you okay now?...Yanlan? Yanlan?!"

Yan Lan looked at her phone like watching a horror movie, and suddenly remembered that the night Zhuang Yunliu signed the divorce agreement, when Zhuang Yunliu was looking for him, she kept calling his name on the phone like this.

He clenched his fingers again and again, and the sound of a car starting came from the receiver, which was like an alarm bell ringing in his head, reminding him to stop losses in time if he made a mistake.

He took a deep breath, grabbed the phone, and said quickly with the thumping heartbeat that almost jumped into his throat: "Sorry Mr. Zhuang, I made a mistake! I'm so sorry! I'm fine, don't come, don't !"

Hanging up the phone, watching the call interface jump back to the address book interface, the names of Zhuang Yunliu and Zhou Ming are next to each other in the list.

I usually use WeChat, and there are very few opportunities to make phone calls. Today, because it is too uncomfortable, I don’t want to video, and I don’t want to operate so many steps with voice. I didn’t expect it to be...

In the silence, the phone rang suddenly, and Yan Lan was startled. Looking at the three big characters Zhuang Yunliu on the screen, she hung up again without thinking, and then contacted Zhou Ming.

As a result, Zhou Ming...

Actually shut down.

Yan Lan collapsed and lay back, thought for a while in despair, and sent a voice message to Zhou Ming with the last hope.

Zhuang Yunliu was still on the phone, he hung up all of them, about ten of them, and finally stopped.

He calmed down for a while, and the fright passed, and the discomfort all over his body returned one by one, and it got worse.

……

Lying helplessly, I don't know how long after that, the sound of the bubble prompting the message sounded.

He was suddenly overjoyed, turned over and grabbed the phone, the short-lived joy disappeared the moment the screen turned on.

...not Zhou Ming.

Not only is it not Zhou Ming, but Zhuang Yunliu.

a voice.

Yan Lan hesitated for a while, and finally chose to open——

"I'm outside your community, tell the gatekeeper to let me in."

Yanlan: ...

Why are you so persistent.

Before he even had time to think about why Zhuang Yunliu knew where he lived, the voice call came back.

He can only accept.

With a calm tone, he tried to persuade him with the mentality of solving the matter as soon as possible: "Mr. Zhuang, I'm sorry, I slipped my hands and made the wrong call. I apologize to you, I..."

"Don't talk about that first, aren't you sick? It's important to see a doctor. If you really don't want me to go in, then come out by yourself and I'll take you to the hospital."

Yanlan: ………

Had to lie.

"I'm sorry Mr. Zhuang, I'm not sick, I was talking nonsense just now."

"What?!" Zhuang Yunliu asked incredulously.

Gradually tightening the fingers holding the phone, Yan Lan wanted to fight it out.

"I drank a little wine today, and I was not sober just now. I was going to call Zhou Ming to play a joke on him, but my hand slipped for a while..."

Outside the community, the Bentley Continental was parked by the side of the road, and Zhuang Yunliu was sitting inside. When he heard these words, his heart skipped a beat.

Drinking, Zhou Ming, joking...

In an instant, he thought of Yan Lan's appearance after drinking;

Thinking that Yan Lan would only joke with people who are very familiar and close;

Thinking of the tone that Yan Lan relied on at the beginning of the phone;

The person who thought of all this was not him at all...

It was Zhou Ming.

His voice trembled, "You, are you serious?"

"En." Yan Lan responded without even a normal pause.

Like an arrow piercing his heart, Zhuang Yunliu's voice trembled more clearly, "You, what is your relationship with Zhou Ming now?"

In the silent late night, in the small compartment, Zhuang Yunliu was sweating on the top of his head, listening to his heart beating like a drum clearly, and listening to Yan Lan whispering softly amidst the drumbeat——

"Nothing to do with you."

Just like the night of the divorce, she obviously didn't say anything, but she seemed to have said everything.

Zhuang Yunliu felt that he was bleeding.

It was clearly summer, but he felt cold intermittently, his teeth and lips were trembling, and he wanted to say something, but a lot of words were crowded there, but he couldn't utter a word.

In the end, it was Yan Lan who spoke first——

"Sorry Mr. Zhuang, Zhou Ming is looking for me, so I'll hang up first."

Then it really hangs up.

Zhuang Yunliu stared at the phone dumbfounded, the screen went from bright to dim, until it turned completely black and turned off.

"Yan Lan! Yan Lan, how are you doing now? I'm sorry, I was soaking in the bath just now and suddenly fell asleep and woke up. I didn't know what was going on with my phone, but it hadn't been charged! Then I charged it and turned it on. Just saw your message, don’t worry, I’ve already contacted the hospital and now I’m looking for you..."

Zhou Ming felt guilty and anxious from the bottom of his heart, Yan Lan naturally wouldn't blame him.

Who doesn't have a little accident every now and then?Zhou Ming was good enough to him.

So good that he could even use him to prevaricate Zhuang Yunliu without saying hello first.

Zhuang Yunliu... probably won't leave. After hesitating for a moment, he told Zhou Ming about the oolong just now.

"……what?!"

On the phone, Zhou Ming's tone turned several times, and Yan Lan seemed to see his wide-open mouth and wide-eyed eyes.

"I..." The more he thought about it, the more he felt ashamed.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Zhou Ming said quickly, "I'll walk through the door farthest from your building later, and stagger with him!"

"Okay, thank you."

"Why are you so polite, I'll be right there."

What they both thought was that since Zhuang Yunliu knew where Yan Lan lived, he must also know the house number, so he must park at the nearest place.

But in fact, Zhuang Yunliu's awkwardness far exceeded their imagination.

At first, he asked people to check Yanlan's address. After checking the neighborhood, he really wanted to check the house number, but after thinking about it, it seemed a bit... cruel.

Zhuang Yunliu shouldn't be a cruel person.

On second thought, why did you check Yanlan's address?They're both divorced, it's nothing to do.

So rushing forward, as if he was still thinking about him.

Zhuang Yunliu perfectly practiced the division of people after the divorce, so he let it go like this. To this day, he doesn't know the house number, so he can only come to the biggest and most upright door in the community——

The door farthest from the building where Yan Lan lived.

Sitting in the car, he was in a daze wondering why he appeared here in the middle of the night, and at the same time he was deeply involved in the speculation of "Are Yan Lan and Zhou Ming together?" He kept making excuses to refute, and kept asking himself To provide myself with some evidence from reverie, when I was about to collapse, I suddenly saw a silver BMW 10 series drive into the community, and drove out about [-] minutes later——

...It seems to be the one that Yan Lan once drove.

Sensibility launched the charge before rationality appeared, and he drove after him without hesitation.

The reason why Zhou Ming drove this car tonight was because he knew that Yan Lan was sick, and he was afraid that it would be more uncomfortable for him to ride a supercar, so he chose this car with a large space and high comfort, but unexpectedly, he ran into the muzzle of a gun.

Not long after driving out, he looked at the rearview mirror, frowned and said to Yan Lan who was sitting on the back seat with her eyes closed: "It seems that there is a car chasing us, can it be Zhuang Yunliu?"

Yan Lan opened her eyes, turned back with difficulty, recognized it for a moment, and whispered, "It's him."

"That……"

"I'll fix it."

Yan Lan took out her mobile phone and called, and before the other party could say "Hello", she said in an extremely cold voice trembling with suppressed anger: "Zhuang Yunliu, you don't want to follow me anymore! What I just said Don't you understand?!"

Zhuang Yunliu didn't care what he said, and asked directly: "Are you really sick, right?!"

If it was a joke after drinking too much, how could he leave so soon?

In other words, there is a high probability that they are not together.

When this idea appeared, Zhuang Yunliu felt a strong sense of joy and confidence uncontrollably, and at the same time, he was even more worried about Yan Lan's body. Combined with what he saw in the bathroom last time, he hated Zhou Ming to death for a while.

It's all his fault that he used Yan Lan as a cash cow, tossing around day and night!Yan Lan looked weak, how could she bear it!

Driven by the inexplicable sense of ownership, Zhuang Yunliu said again: "I'll go to the hospital with you to see what's wrong with you."

"Why?" Yan Lan was anxious, "What qualifications do you have to go?!"

"Yan Lan!" Zhuang Yunliu was also anxious.

Yan Lan became even more dizzy because of her emotional agitation when she spoke loudly. She bent over and supported the back seat, her two temples throbbed with pain, and her head was about to explode as if being squeezed by the wind.

"Mr. Zhou...stop the car." He hung up the phone and gasped.

"What?!" Zhou Ming was shocked.

"Stop the car." Yan Lan lowered her head, her eyes were dark, but her tone was extremely firm.

Zhou Ming had no choice but to pull the car to the side of the road. Before it stopped, Yan Lan opened the door, and Zhou Ming quickly unfastened his seat belt.

"Don't go down." Yan Lan was still resolute.

Zhou Ming's hands were in the air.

Yan Lan didn't say any more, got out of the car and closed the door tightly, turned around and walked towards Zhuang Yunliu's Bentley.