A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 872 The Child's True or False

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't say a word. Wancheng was weighing in his heart how much more he could say and to what extent.

After all, I am still a little afraid of that gentleman's rage.

"Women are more easily moved when they are sad. Mr. Ente has been taking care of Miss Huo Yan during her hospitalization. Even though Miss Huo Yan has no feelings for Mr. Ente, she will be grateful and will not refuse."

Well, what it is like is just a guess. For the details, we can only ask them themselves.

Zhuang Zhoucheng waved his hand to let Wancheng go out and fell into deep thought.

Why did you accept your family’s arrangement so casually?

He was truly heartbroken at the time, and since he was blind, his emotions were greatly traumatized and he has been unstable ever since...

Zhuang Zhoucheng sighed deeply. He was wrong after all, so wrong.

He already knew what kind of woman she was. If she hadn't accepted him, she wouldn't have given him her body.

But when he learned that she left without saying goodbye and followed that man away, he still panicked and became anxious.

If she had left alone, he probably wouldn't have been so furious. He was furious when the call didn't go through, but now he thought, how could he have gotten through? He was on a plane, a fifteen- or sixteen-hour flight to New York. As soon as she landed, she went straight to the school to check on the situation. How could she have cared about him?

Think about how busy she was. She had no time to care about others at that time. If he rushed over to find her, wouldn't that just cause more trouble?

It's a pity that things happened too coincidentally and too chaotically, and they missed each other by accident.

Zhuang Zhoucheng propped up his head and patted it. How helpless and desperate must she have felt at that time? Physically and mentally exhausted, and then hearing the news of his engagement and marriage, how could she bear it?

Even if she had someone else's child, he couldn't blame her. Who made him...

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After waking up, Huo Yan walked around the room and called Mr. Owen. The project had already started.

Owen asked Huo Yan if he would go over, and Huo Yan agreed. After hanging up the phone, he was about to go out, but the door was locked.

Huo Yan frowned, kicked the door hard, and turned around to call Zhuang Zhoucheng.

Zhuang Zhoucheng always answered her calls first:

"Huo Yan?"

"Why can't the door be opened?" Huo Yanjiao asked with a snort.

Her face showed no emotion at all, but from the sound of her voice, she was acting coquettishly with her lover.

When Zhuang Zhoucheng heard her voice, his expression softened automatically, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he asked in a low voice:

"Are you going out? What are you going out for? It's a mess outside. Wait until I come back, okay?"

"I have to go to the base. Senior Owen is already waiting for me there." Huo Yan responded softly.

As for men, you have to be as disgusting as possible.

Men are steel, women are water. Women who are like water become slender and soft as silk, overcoming hardness with softness. They entwine around layer by layer into the man's heart, making him fall deeply in love with them and unable to leave them even if he dies.

Zhuang Zhoucheng responded in a low voice:

"it is good."

Huo Yan hung up the phone calmly without saying goodbye or anything.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at the call that was suddenly disconnected, and his smile deepened. "You little beast," he said, "your temper is getting even worse."

Zhuang Zhoucheng immediately dropped his work and drove to Moon Bay. Considering that she couldn't cook for herself, he brought her some breakfast along the way.

Huo Yan sat on the sofa. All the furniture in the house had been replaced with new ones, and the colors were different from a few years ago. It must have taken a lot of thought when they renovated it later.

Zhuang Zhoucheng arrived about half an hour later, opened the door and walked in. When he met her gaze, he immediately smiled at her.

"Are you hungry?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked in a low voice.

Huo Yan nodded, "Very hungry."

Zhuang Zhoucheng put breakfast on the table and went into the kitchen.

"There's food in the refrigerator. It's all fresh, put in there this morning. There's milk, juice, cake, sausage, and eggs. If I don't have time to make breakfast next time, remember to make something for yourself when you get up, okay?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't hear her response and turned to look outside.

The girl was already sitting at the dining table, happily eating a sandwich.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at the living woman sitting right in front of him, and his eyes suddenly became wet.

"Yan'er?" Zhuang Zhoucheng called out softly.

"Ok?"

Huo Yan raised his eyes and glanced at him, "What did you just say?"

Well, she didn't listen to a word he said.

"It's nothing, eat it." Zhuang Zhoucheng said with a smile.

I stood at the door and watched her taking small bites of bread, feeling a little distracted.

After I came to my senses, I remembered what I was about to do. I turned around and walked into the kitchen again. The refrigerator door was still open.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked out and said loudly to Huo Yan:

"I'll give you a hot cup of milk, please?"

Huo Yan said nothing, his eyes slightly narrowed, not looking at him.

Zhuang Zhoucheng walked out and stood beside her, gently stroking her head with his big hand, and asked again in a low voice:

"A hot cup of milk, huh?"

"Oh."

Huo Yan finally reacted, but still didn't raise his eyes.

Zhuang Zhoucheng went into the kitchen and poured the milk into the milk pot. From time to time he turned his head and looked outside at the obedient girl, as if nothing had happened in the past few years.

She was still his, just as she had been at the beginning.

Zhuang Zhoucheng brought out the hot milk and chuckled softly:

"It's a little hot."

Huo Yan ate one sandwich, which was obviously not enough, so he covered his stomach.

"Is there nothing else?"

"Food?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked her.

He bought a large portion of bread, isn’t that enough?

Zhuang Zhoucheng subconsciously glanced at her belly which was being gently stroked by her hand. She said it was two months, so it was not noticeable at all.

Zhuang Zhoucheng actually doubted whether she was pregnant or not. She didn't look like a pregnant woman at all.

She had no symptoms of pregnancy at all.

Of course, except that she seemed to have vomited once last night, nothing else seemed like it.

Could she be lying to him?

Because he remarried, so you deliberately said this to deceive him?

"How is the child?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng suddenly asked her, carefully looking at the expression on her face.

Huo Yan gently touched his belly and shook his head:

"I don't know about him. He seems to be ignoring me all the time."

Huo Yan muttered, and to be honest she didn't feel anything. Apart from the increase in appetite, there were no other particularly obvious changes, at least she herself hadn't noticed it yet.

Zhuang Zhoucheng laughed. You little bastard, you really lied to him.

Because I have no experience, I am afraid that this lie will be difficult to maintain.

How can a mother not feel that there is a new life in her belly?

"Can I fry you an egg?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked her gently.

Huo Yan asked in a low voice:

"Two is ok? He's hungry."

Zhuang Zhoucheng nodded, but did not expose her words. He let her say whatever she wanted, and he was willing to agree with her.