CEO Li, His Wife Is Not Guilty Enough to Die

Shen Zhichu loved him wholeheartedly for sixteen years, yet she was asked to leave empty-handed, just to make room for the "white moonlight" in his heart.

Li Jingshen thought he would...

☆758.Chapter 758 Su Miao Extra 30

Chapter 758 Su Miao Extra 30

"The bastard in your belly will die sooner or later, Su Miao, don't be too proud."

Jiang Yurou didn't let Su Miao be proud, but Su Miao insisted on being proud. She now showed a proud smile: Jiang Yurou, if you don't come and kill the bastard in my belly, I will look down on you.

Jiang Yurou didn't take action here after all, Su Miao had guessed this a long time ago.

But she has already made up her mind to kill. If she doesn't act sooner, she will act later. It's just a matter of time.

Su Miao decided to add fuel to the fire for Jiang Yurou to liven up the atmosphere.

"Whatever you say, I'm going to become famous with this child. Song Hansheng not only loves me as a person but also the child in my belly. Oh, right... you and Song Hansheng have been together for so long, and it seems like he's never touched you, and he's never thought about you having a child. Do you know why?"

In fact, Jiang Yurou herself knew the answer. No matter how much she gave to Song Hansheng over the years and how long she stayed with him, she was never as important as Su Miao in his heart.

Jiang Yurou always deceives herself and doesn't want to hear anything she doesn't want to hear from outsiders.

“That’s enough!”

Su Miao ignored her roar and glanced at her leisurely: "That's because she finds your broken leg disgusting. So even if he marries you, he still likes me, and it's me he can't let go of. After I give birth to the child, you can go back to wherever you want."

Su Miao finished speaking easily, raising her hand to fan herself: "It's still quite hot today, so I won't talk to you anymore. I'll go back and take care of the baby first. The doctor said that this pregnancy of mine is not easy. I'm prone to miscarriage if I get emotional. I should stay in bed on weekdays. If you didn't insist on seeing me today, I wouldn't come out."

Su Miao had been with Song Hansheng for so long that she had already developed the ability to see through people's hearts. She smiled sarcastically, looking into Jiang Yurou's eyes that were full of jealousy and murderous intent, then turned around and talked to herself.

"Recently, Song Hansheng even hired a few servants and chefs to prepare meals specifically for me while I'm pregnant. Pregnant women are troublesome. They can't eat what they want, and they have to avoid so many foods all day long. If they eat the wrong foods, they can easily cause a miscarriage." Su Miao sighed as she spoke, "Why am I saying so much? Some people will never understand this in their entire lives."

Su Miao pretended not to notice Jiang Yurou's cold, murderous gaze, and walked back with his hands on his waist.

She glanced at the surveillance cameras around her. What a pity! If it weren't for these surveillance cameras, Jiang Yurou would have taken action today.

It seems that I will have to feel sick for a few days. It’s not because of the baby in my belly, but because I feel sick about having to act with Song Hansheng for such a long time.

But... the fire she added today should be enough, enough to start a fire in Song Hansheng's backyard.

When Su Miao returned, the housekeeper came up to her with a worried look on his face: "Miss Su, are you okay?"

"Do I look like I'm in trouble?"

The housekeeper shook his head seriously. He couldn't tell. Rather than saying that Su Miao was in trouble, it would be more accurate to say that Jiang Yurou was in trouble. He could see from a distance that she looked unhappy.

No one knew what the two men said to each other. The butler was too far away to hear clearly and it was difficult to guess.

"I'm tired. I'm going upstairs to rest."

"Miss Su, would you like some dessert this afternoon?"

Su Miao shook his head and said listlessly, "I've encountered bad luck. I don't feel like eating. I have no appetite."

After pregnancy, one gets hungry very quickly. Even if Su Miao has no appetite, she will still feel hungry. She only eats lunch and has snacks in the morning and afternoon.

Usually, Su Miao would take a nap after her meal. When she almost woke up and sat on the balcony, Song Hansheng would come back and they would have dinner together.

When Song Hansheng was not at home, he would call every day to ask about Su Miao's situation at home. Today was no exception. Su Miao had just gone upstairs to rest when Song Hansheng called.

The housekeeper told Song Hansheng honestly what happened today.

"Yu Rou is here today? Is Su Miao okay?" Song Hansheng asked subconsciously. In his heart, he had subconsciously put Su Miao first without realizing it.

He had experienced Su Miao's mouth before. Could Jiang Yurou have defeated him that time? But the first thing he asked was whether Su Miao was okay.

"Miss Su is fine. After they talked for a few minutes, Miss Jiang left."

Song Hansheng gradually calmed down and said that Jiang Yurou was a sensible person and would not do anything wrong.

"I'm glad you're okay. What is Su Miao doing now?"

"Miss Su went upstairs to sleep."

"Isn't she usually having a snack at this time? Why is she going to bed so early today?"

The housekeeper said, "Maybe he was in a bad mood after seeing Miss Jiang."

"Okay, I got it."

A woman’s temper cannot be ignored. Once ignored, her temper will grow stronger and stronger and finally explode.

Song Hansheng was thinking about how to coax Su Miao. He remembered that she liked desserts and cakes, but she hadn't eaten much of them because of her pregnancy.

On his way home from get off work, Song Hansheng went straight to the cake shop that Su Miao used to eat at and queued up to buy Su Miao's favorite durian mille-feuille.

Su Miao loves anything that is delicious, such as stinky tofu, durian, snail noodles... She doesn't care about the smell as long as it tastes good.

Her favorite dessert is durian mille-feuille, but Song Hansheng can't stand the smell, so she rarely eats it. Even if she eats it, she eats it secretly outside, rinses her mouth after eating, and waits for the smell to dissipate before going back.

Song Hansheng couldn't help but smile when he thought of the Su Miao of the past.

Unfortunately, those days can never come back.

After Song Hansheng returned, he handed the durian mille-feuille to Su Miao and told her to eat less.

Watching her happily eating each bite, he didn't mention Jiang Yurou, as if, as long as he didn't mention it, the two of them could always maintain this illusion of gentleness and happiness.

The next day, it was a rare day of good weather. Su Miao was basking in the sun on the open balcony, touching her belly. She was holding a book in her hand, which Song Hansheng had bought for her when they went to the maternity and baby store last time.

"Pregnancy, One Page a Day" introduces a lot of information about pregnancy, but Su Miao always stays on the first page. She holds the book every day. In the eyes of the servants at home, she reads it very seriously and cares about the baby in her belly. In fact, her eyes are fixed on the book, and her soul has long drifted away to who knows where.

The bookshelf was filled with books about pregnancy, pre- and post-natal care. Song Han had prepared them specially for fear that she would be bored, but Su Miao had never finished reading a single page, because she knew that the child in her belly would not last until the end. She didn't need them before pregnancy, and even less after giving birth.

Su Miao casually placed the book on her abdomen and squinted her eyes to bask in the sun. Suddenly, she saw the servant coming back from outside carrying vegetables, looking thoughtful.

She remembered that the maid's surname seemed to be Liu. She was mainly responsible for cleaning outside the house on weekdays. When buying groceries, she usually gave her cell phone to the chef and another nanny. When would it be her turn?

Su Miao stared at the bag in her hand, and suddenly curled up the corners of her lips, as if the fish had taken the bait.