Chapter 17: Your baby is jealous!



The night is long.

Some people are sleeping soundly.

Some people also toss and turn and cannot sleep.

Everything that made him unable to control himself was right beside him, and the fire in his body was boiling and burning.

If it were in the past, Sheng Huai would definitely not hesitate to do it on his own...

But now, I feel a little... reluctant.

Getting out of bed and sitting on the sofa, Sheng Huai wanted to pour a cup of tea to calm down, but he just drank it and spit it all out.

Even the teapot in the bedroom was filled with nourishing soup.

The couple had everything arranged clearly by the old lady.

He was thirsty and dry, and took many cold showers before he calmed down.

Lying back on the bed, he stared at the table for a few seconds, then reached out and gently took Su Yun's phone.

But I tried the password many times but it was wrong.

Ding Dong!

A clear message alert sound rang in my hand.

Ding dong ding dong ding dong…

In the temporary message area on the top of the phone, there were several messages sent in succession with the baby's name on it, but he couldn't see the content.

Su Yun was awakened by the ringing sound and saw him holding his phone and studying the lock screen password.

When their eyes met, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

After a pause of half a second, Sheng Huai's face darkened and he asked harshly, "Su Yun, we haven't divorced yet, and your baby can't wait to send a message in the middle of the night?"

Su Yun ignored him.

He was furious and forced her to look him in the eyes.

"Tell me! Who is your baby!"

Su Yun stared at him for a long time without moving her eyes, and suddenly sneered: "Are you jealous?"

His face was gloomy, and he said word by word: "Don't forget your identity!"

After saying that, he grabbed Su Yun's finger and forced the fingerprint to unlock it.

[Xiaoyun, the design team had a closed training a few days ago. Did you miss me? ]

[I went to visit my aunt with Xiao Ze on the weekend.]

【Are you asleep? Well, good night. 】

Su Yun's eyes were full of teasing, and her tone was full of sarcasm: "Sheng Huai, do you think everyone is the same as you?"

Sheng Huai hunched his back, lowered his head and stared at her.

As he looked at it, his expression changed slightly.

In the bright moonlight, Su Yun could see a long brown scar on her fair shoulder, winding down to her back.

He left it there during the last argument.

Feeling annoyed by his scorching gaze, Su Yun simply turned her face to the side, letting a few strands of her long black hair fall on her chest.

Sheng Huai slowly leaned down, and stroked the scar with his slender fingers, with a layer of mist unconsciously appearing in his eyes.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was hoarse.

It was a long, long time before Su Yun poked her head out from under the quilt.

"pain."

He lowered himself even lower.

Embarrassing posture.

Sheng Huai seemed tireless.

She closed her eyes tightly and sweat dripped down her shoulders.

He stared at her closely and asked her a series of questions.

"When did you start not liking me? Then who do you like?"

"…Lin An? Or Qin Bin? Speak up! Have you wanted to divorce me for a long time? Um… have you!"

The more silent Su Yun was, the more presumptuous he became.

She finally broke down...

Sheng Huai was satisfied.

After calming down.

The sky was already brightening.

He tilted his head to see her smooth forehead soaked with sweat and tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.

Sheng Huai propped up his upper body with his arms and raised his fingertips to wipe away her tears.

Su Yun shuddered all over.

She thought he was...

"Sheng Huai, I'm going to go talk to grandma and make things clear. I don't want to get entangled with you anymore!"

Sheng Huai narrowed his eyes, looked at her carefully in the morning light, and his tone was gentler than ever before.

"Su Yun."

He murmured her name: "Su Yun, let's have a good talk, just have a good talk and tell us everything that's on your mind, okay?"

Su Yun opened her wet eyes, a little dazed.

Before he could open his mouth, Sheng Huai's phone rang.

He looked at the screen, frowned and hung up.

But it soon rang again.

Su Yun caught a glimpse of the name on the caller ID and came to her senses. She took the initiative to press the answer and speakerphone buttons for him.

Jiang Zhi's soft voice sounded: "Ah Huai, I have a high fever and I'm in the hospital. Can you come and keep me company?"

Sheng Huai frowned and said nothing.

Jiang Zhi continued to speak in a coquettish tone: "Have you talked to Sister Su Yun? There was a reporter interviewing me last night, and I seemed to... accidentally let something slip. You won't blame me, will you?"

Sheng Huai held the phone tightly, looked at Su Yun who was putting on clothes with a cold face, and lowered his voice: "What did you say?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just said that you like watching me dance, and...oh, you know, reporters are like that, and I was too naive, so I just said something without thinking."

When I hung up the phone, Su Yun had already packed up and was standing at the locked door.

She looked at him with cold eyes.

"Sheng Huai, do you want them to open the door, or do you want to jump down from the building and open it for me?!"

The servant later reported to the old lady that the young mistress had left early in the morning, and the young master also drove away on his own not long after.

Both of them looked unhappy.

Old Mrs. Sheng was so angry that she blacklisted her grandson’s phone number on the spot.

In a single room at Li City Hospital.

Jiang Zhi was leaning on the hospital bed, flipping through a magazine. She was receiving an IV drip, with her long hair scattered on both sides, looking very fragile.

Hearing the noise at the door, she raised her eyes, full of surprise: "Ahuai, you are finally here!"

Sheng Huai had a blank expression on his face. His eyes fell on the back of the hand where the IV drip was being administered. He asked with a complicated look in his eyes: "Does it hurt?"

Seeing that he cared about her so much, Jiang Zhi was even happier, so she lowered her eyes and squeezed out a few tears: "The nurse gave me several injections, it was painful."

Sheng Huai didn't say anything.

Thinking about the last time Su Yun got caught in the rain and had a high fever, it must have been painful to get an IV drip.

He made the call with a gloomy face and said in a bad tone: "Go deal with the reporter!"

Jiang Zhi waited for him to hang up the phone, looking pitiful: "Ahuai, I'm sorry, did I cause you any trouble?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, she covered her face and cried out: "It's all my fault. I can't speak or do anything. I can't do anything well, and I made you angry."

"What can I do? I'm just a kid without a mother at such a young age. No one will care."

Every sentence was pitiful, and the last one hit Sheng Huai straight in the heart.

His expression softened a little, and he stared at Jiang Zhi's face, saying stiffly, "Miss Jiang, you'd better watch your mouth."

He didn't call him Jiang Jiang.

Jiang Zhi clenched his palms, and a gentle curve appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Sheng Huai turned and left.

At the elevator entrance, he hesitated for a moment with his fingertips on the screen, and finally pressed the basement floor.

Su Yun’s mother’s ward is on the sixth floor.

But the last time he went there, the Su family didn't like him.

Sheng Huai got in the car and went to the company first.

After sitting down, he put his long legs on the desk, leaned back, and took out a photo from the drawer.

Su Yun was wearing a white ballet costume, with her hands raised gracefully and her body slender.

This was secretly filmed by Sheng Huai at Zemeng Club.

Just as I was watching intently, Secretary Gao knocked on the door with a nervous look on his face.

"Mr. Sheng."

"There might be some trouble."


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