Chapter 29 "I'm Afraid of Getting Pregnant"
Wen Ci sensed its arrogant heat.
I felt a little nervous.
But she quickly calmed down and said coldly: "What else do you want? I'm afraid of getting pregnant without any safety measures."
Xie Peizhou's body suddenly turned cold. He grasped her fragile neck with his palm and lowered his head to whisper in her ear, "So this is how you got pregnant five years ago?"
A low, cold and familiar voice penetrates the eardrum.
Wen Ci's body suddenly stiffened and her body temperature suddenly dropped to cold, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
This sound is...
"——Everyone present, let us cheer: Thank you, Mr. Lu!"
Suddenly, the bar manager's excited voice was heard from the deafening speakers. Someone must have opened a "sky-high priced drink". At the same time, the lights in the whole venue became colorful and agitated.
A beam of red light slanted towards them.
In the dark red light and shadow, Wen Ci suddenly sobered up and saw Xie Peizhou's cold face clearly.
"Wen Ci, stop!"
Xie Peizhou's dark eyes darkened.
He didn't expect that the moment Wen Ci saw him clearly, she pushed him away and ran away!
When he chased out of the nightclub, Wen Ci had already bent down and got into a taxi.
The next second, the taxi took off and disappeared into the night.
“…”
Xie Peizhou stopped with a sullen face, his chest heaving up and down, and he was very angry.
He took out his phone and sent a message: [Why are you running? ]
[Has this been your decadent life during the past five years abroad?]
[That illegitimate daughter was conceived this way too, so you didn't dare tell me? ]
【Wen Ci, speak! 】
All the news fell into oblivion.
…
Late at night, Xie Peizhou returned to Yushuiwan Villa.
He didn't chase Wen Ci, and didn't even reply to her messages. Even if he did, Wen Ci wouldn't see him.
"gentlemen."
Aunt Zhou, the housekeeper, came over and said, "Miss Song Wanqing is here. She's been waiting for you in the living room for over an hour. There's something important..."
Xie Peizhou said with a cold face, "No, ask her to go back!"
After saying that, he changed his shoes and went straight upstairs.
Aunt Zhou shuddered as she looked at the man surrounded by the minus ten-degree cold air.
It’s been many years...I haven’t seen Mr. Xie so angry.
"Miss Song, I'm so sorry. My husband just came back, but he's not in a good mood. He asked you to go back tonight and talk to him another day if you have anything."
Aunt Zhou returned to the living room, politely conveyed Xie Peizhou's intention, and prepared to see the guest off.
Song Wanqing stood up with her bag, but she didn't go to the front door. Instead, she walked towards the stairs on the second floor. "Aunt Zhou, is Peizhou in a bad mood? Then I'll go up and take a look."
Having said that, he went upstairs without waiting for Aunt Zhou to refuse.
Aunt Zhou looked at Song Wanqing's back and frowned silently.
She was the housekeeper, so it was not convenient for her to talk about the master's affairs. But she really didn't like Song Wanqing. This woman was one way in front of Mr. Xie and another when she wasn't.
Five years ago, she was the one who repeatedly sowed discord between Mr. Xie and Xiao Ci at home, bullying Xiao Ci openly and covertly.
Mr. Xie, considering that she was a guest, endured and did not argue with her several times.
It is now late at night, and the man is still unmarried and the woman is still unmarried.
She was wearing a translucent little dress and sprayed with "Ylang-ylang fragrance".
She is a lady from a noble family and she came to my door on her own initiative.
"Dong Dong Dong"
Song Wanqing went up to the second floor, lowered her head to tidy up her clothes, raised her hand and knocked on the bedroom door, "Peizhou, I'm Wanqing, can I come in?"
As she spoke, her hand began to turn the door handle.
Mother is right.
If she wanted to really marry Xie Peizhou, she had to get pregnant with Xie Peizhou's child as soon as possible.
These two days were her ovulation days, so she was discharged from the hospital overnight. Her mother had her wear the perfume specifically, saying that no normal man would be indifferent to it, and since she was so beautiful, maybe they would get it done in one night.
By then, given Peizhou's character, he will definitely be responsible for her.
Mr. Xie’s inheritance now truly belongs to her.
The door handle stuck when I pushed it down.
Song Wanqing's expression changed slightly, and the door was locked.
"Dong Dong Dong"
"Peizhou, can you hear me? I'm Wanqing. Can you open the door?"
"Dong Dong Dong"
Song Wanqing stood at the door. Five minutes passed without any response.
She pursed her lips, trying to knock again without giving up.
Aunt Zhou downstairs said, "Miss Song, if the gentleman doesn't reply, he might have gone to bed. Knocking on the door will only disturb him. How about another day? If there's anything important, you can send him a message, or I can pass it on for you?"
Song Wanqing clenched her fists.
You, a servant, are asked to be nosy?!
Looking down, I saw a short, coarse hair on the smooth floor.
Judging from the length, it doesn't belong to Aunt Zhou or her.
Song Wanqing squatted down, carefully picked up the hair, wrapped it in paper and stuffed it into the small bag.
A minute later, Aunt Zhou saw Song Wanqing coming downstairs.
She ordered, "Since Peizhou has rested, I will come to see him tomorrow night. Aunt Zhou, please convey my message to him."
Aunt Zhou: “…”
Second floor, master bedroom bathroom.
Xie Peizhou stood naked under the shower head. The temperature of the water was adjusted to the lowest level, but it still couldn't quench his hot body temperature.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw the scene of lips colliding in the dark of the bar.
——"Do you want to continue?"
——"Are you sure?"
——"I'm sure."
——“…Do you have a condom?”
As the shower water flowed, Xie Peizhou suddenly opened his eyes, and a dark fire burned in his dark pupils.
The man's muscles were engorged with blood, and the veins on the sides of his neck clung to his skin like worms.
Xie Peizhou took a deep breath, took a few steps back, and leaned his naked back against the cold wall of the bathroom.
"Aci, Aci..."
His voice was full of lust and became more and more rapid.
After it was over, Xie Peizhou gave an awkward smile.
He is such a filthy, dirty man.
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The other side.
Wen Ci fled back home and quickly locked the door.
With her back against the cold door, she saw the several text messages Xie Peizhou had sent her.
What are you running for?
[Has this been your decadent life during the past five years abroad?]
[That illegitimate daughter was conceived this way too, so you didn't dare tell me?]
【Wen Ci, speak! 】
With every word, she could imagine his cold and angry tone.
Every word was full of anger at her self-degradation.
Hard to learn, undisciplined, and unrepentant...
Wen Ci's hand touched her lips uncontrollably.
Goose bumps all over my body.
I felt a surge of fear and a pang of heartache.
Tonight, she not only kissed Xie Peizhou's lips, she also touched Xie Peizhou's...
The next day, Xie Peizhou finished his morning meeting.
The phone on the desk vibrated and the "Wen Ci" dialog box popped up.
Xie Peizhou picked up the phone with a cold face.
The dialog box displayed: "Wen Ci quoted 'Why run?' and replied: [? I was at home the whole night and went to bed before 10 o'clock. What do you mean?]"
Wen Ci: [doubt/little yellow face]
Xie Peizhou held the phone and looked at the yellow-faced emoticon package she sent him, his face becoming colder like frost.
She slipped away like a loach last night, and she thinks she can get away with it like this?!
"Director Wen, President Xie is here..."
In the hospital filming area, Wen Ci was temporarily modifying the script in the "director's rest area" to fix a small bug encountered during the filming process.
Xiao Liu knocked on the door and pushed it open.
When Wen Ci heard the words "Mr. Xie", her hair stood on end.
She turned to look at the door and said, "Tell Mr. Xie that I'm not here—"
Before she finished speaking, Wen Ci had already seen Xie Peizhou following closely behind Xiao Liu.
Xie Peizhou was wearing a business-style white shirt and black suit pants, exuding the dignity and calmness of a mature man.
Hearing Wen Ci's words, his face suddenly turned cold.
Wen Ci stood up guiltily and backed away with a pale face.
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