Go to the door and still nothing happens behind you.
Song Qingcheng looked back and saw Yu Tingchuan sitting alone on the sofa, purplish blue’s trousers and white shirt. The whole person was dizzy and the lights were silent and deep. She grabbed her fingers and slowly fastened them, realizing once again that some distances could not be reduced by her efforts.
It’s like two intersecting straight lines crossing and drifting away …
Song city slightly hesitate bowed their heads and pulled open the bag and took out two pieces of folded paper from the inside.
"This is a B-ultrasound photo taken by the hospital the day before yesterday."
Speaking, she has put the paper gently on the table.
Then leave the room
1 at the door of the stairs, Song Qingcheng held his arm and some dreamy.
"Ding-"
The open of that ladder door also pul back her drifting thoughts.
Walk into the ladder and press the number 1.
The ladder arrived at the first floor, and Song Qingcheng just went out. A man in a suit and tie came up and asked respectfully, "Is that Miss Song?"
See the song city show puzzled each other smile "the car has been arranged at the door"
"What car?" Song Qingcheng asked
Zheng immediately explained that "manager Yu asked me to send you back"
Around eleven p.m.
Shen Che packed up and left the imperial court. He was just about to pick up the car. He first saw Song Qingcheng sitting on the doorstep.
She is holding a cup of milk tea in vain, and there is another cup at her feet that she hasn’t drunk. When she hears footsteps, she turns her head and smiles. "Is it time for work?"
"Why are you sitting here?" Shen Che walked over.
Song Qingcheng said, "Not yet. I can see you earlier."
Speaking kung fu, she got up and handed over the warm drink. "Do you like pomelo tea?"
Shen Che asked, "When will you come?"
"Five hours ago."
Shen Che frowned and the whole Song Dynasty was amused by him. "It’s only half an hour to cheat you."
"Come by bus yourself?"
Song Qingcheng smiled "shuttle bus or Rolls-Royce"
Shen Che when she was joking, she wouldn’t think that she came to see herself. She just wanted to ask her what it was. Song Qingcheng opened her mouth first. "I may want you to stay there for two days." Then she had a delicious meal and said, "If it’s inconvenient, it’s not."
"What’s wrong with nerves?" Shen Che turned supercilious look.
Song Qingcheng lips smiling.
It’s almost early in the morning when Gu Zhengshen Hotel Suite found Yu Tingchuan.
At first, he really didn’t expect people to return it to the hotel.
Yutingchuan opened the door for him, returned to the sofa, took a seat, picked up the cigarette on the edge of the tea table, and burned it into a piece of bluish white ash.
Even if there is a window suite, it still smells like smoke
Gu Zhengshen came in and saw a lot of cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray on the tea table at a glance.
"What are you going to do with this?"
Sitting on the sofa, Gu Zhengshen threw the rolled-up newspaper on the coffee table.
Yu Tingchuan just sent it to his mouth with a cigarette hand between his arms. He glanced at the Nancheng Evening News and then brought it to his sight. It was a font-enlarged title-Young and middle-aged entrepreneurs fell in love with high school girls.
"This is what I got. It should appear in the streets of Nancheng tonight." Gu Zhengshen said and pulled the tie and looked at Yu Tingchuan, who looked calm. "Several newspapers and divination magazines in Nancheng are working overtime at the moment, and a lot of tartars have fallen. I’m afraid it won’t come here."
Yutingchuan listened to silence and knocked off half of the cigarette ash with an ashtray.
Gu Zhengshen asked, "What do you think after I’ve been talking for a long time?"
"What do you think?"
“……”
Gu Zhengshen also lit a cigarette for himself. "I don’t know that there are so many women in the world. Why do you have to be involved with that girl in Lujia? I told you that the girl had a deep mind, "she said with a sarcastic smile," but it’s not enough to give people shoes compared with those actresses in the entertainment circle. "
But it happened that someone stumbled in front of him.
Yu Tingchuan suddenly asked, "Why don’t you go home and rest so late?"
Gu Zhengshen really felt that he was an emperor. The eunuch was not in a hurry, and he no longer said anything. When he finished smoking, he got up and left. When he opened the door, he turned around and said, "That girl, be careful yourself."
A pleasant burst of music came from the room.
Yu Tingchuan sat down for a while and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. He got up and poured a glass of whisky in front of the wine cabinet. He turned around and corner noticed the two origami sheets at the table. He looked up and took a sip of wine. Adam’s apple slipped to the table and picked up the Juck Zhang medical image report.
The line of sight falls on that black-and-white B-ultrasound picture.
Fan-shaped bright white with a small shadow like a developing bean sprout.
Because of the lack of months, I still can’t see the specific appearance of the child.
Yu Tingchuan stared at the’ small bean sprout’ and took a sip of whisky. The burning heat spread all the way, and the heart was clear and strong.
The next day, Song Qingcheng woke up at nine o’clock earlier.
Maybe because of pregnancy, the whole person is getting more and more sleepy, and its pregnancy reaction is also showing day by day.
Just sitting up slowly from the bed, her chest felt uncomfortable. She reached for the trash can put by the bed last night and vomited a few times. Because she didn’t eat much last night, she naturally couldn’t spit anything out.
Soon the door opened.
Song city looked up and saw the black face come in Shen Che, with a cup of boiling water in his hand.
☆ Chapter 92 Her constitution is not suitable for abortion.
Knowing that some things can’t be hidden from Song Qingcheng, she didn’t hide her heart again. She took the cup and held her hands in the palm and smiled at Shen Che. "Are you scared?"
"When did it happen?" Shen Che’s face was extremely pale. "Why didn’t you tell me?"
"It didn’t take long" Song Qingcheng bowed his head and stroked his belly. "It’s not said that it can’t be made public before the third month of pregnancy."
Looking at her heartless look, Shen Che held back a full stomach and said, "Come out for breakfast by yourself!"
Say that finish first turned and left the bedroom.
When the whole Song Dynasty comes out, Shen Che is bringing a bowl of banana milk porridge to the table.
There are several newspapers scattered on the sofa in the living room.