After this woman gets pregnant, her temper will grow as her belly gets bigger.

Qingying's mood has been affected by the disappearance of Meng Zhao recently. The more she thinks about it, the angrier she gets. She doesn't want to care about this man anymore.

She told Lin Heng that the windows were not closed tightly at night, and mice sneaked in. The mice were running around in the house, which frightened her and she couldn't sleep well all night.

So she asked Lin Heng to take a hammer and nails to nail the windows shut.

There are two windows in Qingying's house, the outer window is close to the yard, and there is a small window inside near the dining room.

Even if the outer window is nailed shut, the small window on the dining room side can be opened for ventilation during the day, so it doesn't have much impact.

There had indeed been mice in the house before, and Lin Heng did not have too many doubts. After listening to Qingying's words, he nailed the outer windows tightly. He

even added several thick and large iron nails.

A few days passed, and it had been ten days since Meng Zhao disappeared.

That night, when Qingying was half asleep, she heard a rustling sound of prying the window.

And a man's soft call: "Yingying, it's your husband, open the window for your husband."

Qingying's long eyelashes trembled, and then she opened her sleepy eyes, glanced in the direction of the window, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Who wants to open the window for him, this stinky man, does he think of her now?

Is it because he hasn't released his sexual desire for a long time and his body is feeling suffocated, so now he wants to coax her to do that kind of thing again? 　But

she won't let him be happy and wants to suffocate him to death.

Qingying turned her back, pretending not to hear Meng Zhao's call, and continued to sleep.

Lin Heng used more than a dozen iron nails to nail the window, and it would not be so easy for Meng Zhao to pry open the window. Unless he smashed the window. 　But if he smashed the window, the noise would definitely wake up Lin Heng, Qing's father, and Qing's mother. 　Meng Zhao was concerned and naturally did not dare to smash it. 　Qingying fell asleep again in a daze. 　The man was still outside prying the window relentlessly. 　I don't know how long I slept, and Qingying seemed to feel someone kissing her in a half-asleep and half-awake state. 　She opened her eyes and saw the man's vague outline through the cold moonlight. 　The smell on the man was so familiar that Qingying immediately realized that the person in front of her was Meng Zhao. 　She reached out and pushed the man away, turned her face away, avoided his kiss, and whispered: "How did you get in? What are you doing here? Just don't come again." 　Meng Zhao didn't know why Qingying suddenly got angry, when they were fine a few days ago. 　He walked up to her, hugged her in his arms, leaned over and rubbed her snow-white and delicate neck, and whispered: "Yingying, what's wrong, who made you unhappy?" 　The man was very strong, and when he hugged Qingying tightly, Qingying couldn't push him away at all. 　Aoying pushed him several times but failed. She was furious. She raised her fist and hit the man on the back, groaning: "Let me go, let me go, I don't want you to hug me." 　"Hmph..." Meng Zhao suddenly frowned and groaned in pain, not knowing where he was hit. 　Aoying stopped hammering as soon as she heard the painful groan. 　Although she was a little annoyed that Meng Zhao disappeared so suddenly without saying a word, she was still worried about him if something happened to him. 　"You...what's wrong with you?" Aoying asked in a low voice. 　"Nothing." Meng Zhao answered calmly, as if he was hiding something. 　If he was fine, why would he groan in pain? 　Aoying felt that something was wrong. She got up, got off the ground, and lit the red candles on the table. 　Suddenly, the lights in the house were bright. 　Qingying turned around and looked at the man sitting on the bed. After only ten days of not seeing him, Meng Zhao was already tanned. 　His skin color changed from the pale skin of a cool and elegant gentleman to the yellow skin of a strong man who did rough work on the street. 　Qingying could see such a big change at a glance. She walked up to him, looked carefully at his tanned face, and asked in surprise: "What have you been doing these days?"