"I'm not divorced yet," the big boss sneered at his lips, "You can't wait to stuff other women into me?"

How could Sang Lanqin not hear the resistance in his words, her face was faintly bad, but she comforted: "Since you will remarry sooner or later, wouldn't it be nice to settle down earlier?" she continued, "What's more, Xinlei likes you, and your grandfather also likes her, she is the best candidate for the Sang family's granddaughter-in-law." ”

The big boss resisted, and he was even more angry in his heart, and sneered: "Whoever likes her, marry her, I don't mind her being my grandmother." ”

"How can you say such a thing? That's your grandfather," Sang Lanqin was furious, "Also, what kind of person is Xinlei, how can you make such a joke on her?"

"I don't want to know what kind of person she is, I'm not interested in her. You don't have to go to great lengths to get her and me together. The big boss said in an extremely cold tone, "If you do this again, I won't come back to the capital again." ”

"Do you still want to be pure for the enemy?" Sang Lanqin said angrily: "Fengcheng, you have disappointed me too much. ”

The big boss looked cold, "I haven't divorced yet, and you connived at me to cheat, so aren't you more excessive than Lu Jie back then?

Sang Lanqin was very angry, "You actually accused me for the sake of the enemy?" she reprimanded angrily, "You actually compared me to someone worse than Lu Jie...... How innocent am I......"

The big boss's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he said angrily: "Qingge has no fault, but I want to divorce her, when she was pregnant, I was not by her side, and even repeatedly snubbed her and alienated her, for her, the mental torture is far greater than the body, I am already sorry for her, Mom, I beg you, you will let me give her respect and give me my own dignity in a short marriage, okay?" He was tired of Sang Lanqin repeatedly blocking him with hatred and threatening him with death.

"You ......" Sang Lanqin was furious, "After all, you still can't bear her, aren't you?"

The big boss looked tense and didn't speak.

"Okay, you can be with her despite our hatred," Sang Lanqin sneered, "It's just that I will take revenge on her at all costs, and I have a hundred ways to kill her,...... Fengcheng, your reluctance will make her die faster and more miserable!"

"You dare!"

Sang Lanqin sneered, "What do I dare not do? My son betrayed me and was with the enemy, I have nothing to love, what else should I not dare?"

"Mom!" he said angrily.

"If you still call me Mom, listen to me. Sang Lanqin threatened, "Otherwise, she may not see the sun tomorrow." ”

----

When Sang Tingyi pushed open the door, the smoke was swirling, and she choked several times, she coughed, her hand waved in front of her eyes, trying to disperse the smell of smoke, she frowned and complained, "Brother, why don't you open the window when you smoke?"

With that, she held her breath, strode to the window, pushed open the window, and let the air flow, she said, "Brother, grandpa let you go down." ”

The big boss sat on the sofa, frowning and smoking, with cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray beside him, he didn't answer her words, but asked, "Tingyi, do you want to go to Z City?"

Sang Tingyi listened, and her eyes lit up. That Xu Qian is really an elm pimple, every time she leaves a message with him on WeChat, he will only reply with the words "Well, okay, okay", and even, he never called her, which made her really angry.

Well, now that I finally have the opportunity to go to Z City again, she doesn't believe it, she can't knock that elm head.

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Qingge's eyes were dazed, her right foot had already stepped out of the railing, and when she hadn't let go, she was stunned, and Xiao Gu punched and kicked in her stomach, and that battle was more active than any of his fetal movements.

At that moment, Song Qing woke up from her confusion, and when she looked at the height hanging under her right foot, she broke out in a cold sweat: Oh my God! What is she doing?

Her hand clutched the railing tightly, and she quickly withdrew her right leg, and when her feet touched the balcony floor, the feeling of steadiness in her feet made her afraid, because just now, she almost jumped off.

Xiao Gu still didn't stop, still waving her fist in her stomach, the clear fetal movement made her chagrined, how could she deprive Xiao Gu of her life without authorization? How could she think of "dying"? Fengcheng hadn't come back yet, how could she die? The long four months had passed, she should wait a little longer, wait for him to come back, and ask him in person, what was wrong?

Even if she is abandoned, she has the right to know why.

What's more, even if she doesn't have everything, she still has classmate Xiao Gu, he is a piece of meat on her body, mother and son are connected, with his company, she should be strong.

If nothing else, for the sake of Xiao Gu's classmates, she should be strong.

Yes, for the sake of Xiao Gu, she should be strong and go to its depression, she will work hard to overcome it.

----

The next day, Song Qingge went to the hospital for a fetal examination, and Xiao Gu's physiological indicators were normal, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she hung up in the expert clinic for psychological counseling, and the doctor advised her to relax and listen to cheerful music, and communicate with people as much as possible......

In the parking lot of the hospital, she met Dong Congshan again, who had a big belly like a basket, and was supported by two people, with a squeamish look.

When they passed by, Dong Congshan snorted, "Mrs. Gu, it's another person...... she smiled when she looked at the gauze on Song Qingge's forehead, "Was it domestic violence? This Mr. Gu is too unpitiful, you see that your belly is so big, and you still beat you?"

Song Qingge ignored her, unlocked the car, opened the door, and leaned over to sit in with difficulty.

"Oh, how did I forget," Dong Congshan said with a sneer, "I heard that Mr. Gu has not been in the country all this time...... Mrs. Gu, it was said on the Internet that you were abandoned, is it true......"

Song Qingge started the car and hung up the gear.

"The taste of being abandoned is not pleasant!" Dong Congshan broke free from the nannies on both sides and stood outside the window of Song Qingge's car, looking arrogant.

Song Qingge looked at her sideways, her eyes were slightly cold, she was not in a good mood, and she was not as good as usual, so she said sarcastically in a cold voice: "Miss Dong, instead of worrying about other people's affairs, you should worry about yourself." I heard that you are not Mrs. Luo now, what should you have when this child is born?"

Dong Congshan's face turned white and red, she was choked speechless, watching Song Qingge drive away, she was so angry that she stomped her feet on the spot, but unexpectedly did not stand firm, fortunately the two nannies helped her quickly, otherwise, she would definitely fall.

"Miss Dong, be careful," said the nanny, "the doctor said you can't be too excited, it's easy to be premature......"

Dong Congshan slapped her back, "Phew, crow's mouth!" She has been grumpy lately, "If something happens to me, you can't get out of it!"

She was depressed, seeing that she was incapacitated and about to give birth, but Luo Shichen took a third-tier actress to travel to Europe and left her alone in the villa, and the actress did not shy away from posting all kinds of delicacies and scenery on Weibo, and even gave her their intimate photos on WeChat, and called her "yellow-faced woman" and "hen that laid eggs", which made her very angry, and her stomach hurt so much this morning, so she hurried to the hospital.

She failed to demonstrate to Song Qingge, but was choked for a while, and her mood was even more irritable.

----

After leaving the hospital, Song Qingge's anxiety was not relieved, but he was depressed and ran a red light while driving. She pulled over to the side of the road, opened the window, and told herself to stay calm and not be disturbed by anything.

Later, when her mood calmed down a little, she went back to the office directly, wrote several "not in a hurry, not impatient, not angry", pasted on the back of her mobile phone, on the desk, and in the bag she carried with her.

Most of Song Qingge's work in Song's has been handed over, and Xiao Gu's classmate is almost eight months old, she is sitting in the office with a feeling of discomfort in her waist, and she feels tired and panicked when she stands, so she went to the gallery that she has not seen for a long time. In the past six months, she has no new paintings, most of the works shelved are works of art academy students, and in the past six months, she has neglected to take care of them, and her business is very poor, and she has only hired two art academy students to help watch it.

She had studied painting for fifteen years, and she didn't want to give up. And this gallery is a birthday gift from Song Yaru, even if the business is not good, she has never thought about closing it, but it is not a way to lose money for a long time.

After coming out of the gallery, she began to wonder if she should add some fresh works to the gallery. After she got married, Gu Fengcheng was not there, except for work, she spent most of her time in the studio of the villa, but she didn't paint anymore, just drew some sketches.

At first, the characters in the sketches were all Gu Fengcheng, close-up of the face, full-body close-up, when smoking, when meditating, or standing sideways, or writing at the desk, all kinds of him, occupying most of the space of her sketchbook. Later, gradually, she began to draw Xiao Gu, she used the four-dimensional color ultrasound photo as a template, drawing the boy Xiao Gu and the girl Xiao Gu...... Even, imagining what he looked like when he was one or two years old, according to her imagination, she painted a lot of pictures for Xiao Gu.

These sketches, poured into her emotions and joys and sorrows, cannot be called complete works, and she is reluctant to sell them in the gallery, so she has to think that she can paint a few more paintings to enrich the gallery while she is in the late stage of pregnancy.

Or, she's also considering whether the gallery should sign up a few painters to fill the gallery with paintings of different styles. However, she still has to do a good job of budgeting.

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When Song Qingge returned to the villa, he had just changed his shoes and walked into the living room, and saw a graceful figure standing up on the side of the sofa, Sang Tingyi was wearing a light blue jumpsuit, standing there pretty, with a smile on her face: "Sister-in-law!"

Her sudden appearance made Song Qingge slightly surprised, her gaze quickly swept over the living room, and when it was determined that there was only Sang Tingyi alone, she was slightly disappointed, "Tingyi, when did you arrive?"

"It's noon," Sang Tingyi walked over, leaned over and looked at Song Qingge's bulging lower abdomen, overjoyed, "Sister-in-law, can I touch it?"

Seeing her childish appearance, Song Qingge's mood was also slightly relieved and nodded.

Sang Tingyi touched it carefully, and then smiled.

"Tingyi, why are you here?" Song Qingge sat down with her waist on her back, she hadn't met this sister-in-law since the wedding, and she came here so rashly, which really surprised her.

"My brother asked me to come over with you. Sang Tingyi sat in front of her.

Song Qingge was slightly stunned, his face was slightly sluggish, and his hand on his waist was a little stiff.

"Didn't brother go to Africa?" Sang Tingyi explained, "He was afraid that you would be too lonely alone, so he asked me to come and accompany you." ”

Song Qingge was bitter and unbearable, if he was really afraid that she would be lonely and lonely, why didn't he come back?

"Sister-in-law, my brother is so good to you. Sang Tingyi said enviously, "I called yesterday and told me vigorously, and asked Xu Qian to help me book a plane ticket immediately, so that I could rush here to accompany you immediately." ”

Uh! Song Qingge was extremely bitter in his heart, drinking water, relieving the embarrassment on his face, he hadn't called her for more than two months, if he was really worried about her, he wouldn't even have a phone call.

And he had time to call Tingyi and Xu Qian, but he didn't have time to call her.

"Sister-in-law, don't blame my brother," Sang Tingyi said with a big grin, "He actually misses you too, but he has to go to Africa to stay for work......"

Song Qingge's eyes drooped slightly, but he didn't speak, covering up all his thoughts.

When they were chatting with each other, Wu Jing came, he had just finished his work, so he came over to watch Qingge, and found that Sang Tingyi was also there, slightly surprised, "When did Tingyi come?"

"Noon. Tingyi said, "My brother asked me to accompany my sister-in-law." ”

After listening to Wu Jing, with Sang Tingyi by his side, he breathed a sigh of relief and was a little relieved, "Qingge, how do you feel today?"

"I'm fine. Song Qingge said lightly.

Wu Jing was too busy, and after sitting for a while, he was about to leave, and before leaving, he made an excuse and called Sang Tingyi out.

"Where's the boss?" he asked straight to the point, he sent a text message to the big boss yesterday, but he didn't receive a reply, and he has been uneasy when he went to work today, so he came over to take a look at it at this time.

"I'm going to Africa. Sang Tingyi said.

Wu Jing frowned, the start of the project in Africa has basically ended, Gao Zirui is back, how can the big boss go?" "What did the boss say before you came?" And he wasn't sure what Sang Tingyi knew.

"My brother said, let me come over to accompany my sister-in-law," Sang Tingyi's face was calm and innocent, "He said that he was too busy and had no time to accompany his sister-in-law, so let me accompany him throughout the whole process until my sister-in-law gave birth." ”

"What else did you say?" he asked, could it be that the big boss received the text message from him, so he arranged for Sang Tingyi to come?

Sang Tingyi shook her head, "The rest, I didn't say anything." She was puzzled and asked, "Brother Wu, what's wrong?"

"Qingge suffers from prenatal depression. Wu Jing didn't hide it, he said it directly.

"Huh?" Sang Tingyi was surprised, "she...... How so?"

"She's been in a mood for a long time lately, and she has a tendency to self-harm," Wu Jing frowned and said, "Tingyi, if you can, you have to stay with her every step of the way." ”

"No wonder my brother will let me come," Sang Tingyi was shocked and worried, and then nodded, "Brother Wu, I will." ”

Sang Tingyi's arrival gave Song Qingge one more person to talk to, and she deliberately relieved her emotions and tried her best to keep her mood calm, gradually, it also had some results. The days are as quiet as flowing water, and Xiao Gu's classmate is becoming more and more naughty, often making trouble in her stomach, and she can't sleep well at night.

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On this day, Wu Jing came to pick up Song Qingge and Tingyi to go to the Qin State Restaurant for dinner.

Wu Jing met an acquaintance and went over to say hello, Tingyi went to the bathroom, and Song Qingge sat alone on the card seat, looking out of the window boredly. She always felt that someone was spying on her, but she looked around, and there were not many customers in the restaurant, and no one was staring at her.

I don't know why, every time I come to the restaurant, I feel this way. Qingge sighed slightly, attributing this taboo to her prenatal depression.

Inadvertently, she raised her head and looked over the box on the second floor, the pattern of the box window is very beautiful, it is a typical Thai style, the color matching is very distinctive, perhaps because she learned to paint, she is very sensitive to color, and it is inconvenient to go upstairs to see it because of her big belly, so she took her mobile phone and took a picture of the pattern.

She looked at the picture on the phone, and found that the color in the pattern was very detailed, she was amazed at the skilled craftsmen in the decoration, and even more admired that the colors of these huge color differences could be matched so vividly, she wanted to see more carefully, her fingers touched the phone screen, and the photo slowly expanded little by little, and had to marvel at the pixels of the fruit mobile phone, when expanding, the entire details of the window were undoubtedly revealed, and even, she saw the people behind the window through the gap in the window on the photo.

Her gaze froze, as if her heart had stopped for a moment, and the phone slipped from her palm, smashed on the instep of her feet, and rolled to the floor with a thudding sound. She held the table with her left hand and picked up the phone with her right hand, but her lower abdomen was too big for her to completely bend down, and the fingertips were only an inch away from the phone, but she couldn't construct it for a long time.

Wu Jing came back, just as she saw this scene, she strode over and helped her pick up her phone, but saw the sparkle in her eyes, "Qingge, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qingge took the phone, her lips trembled slightly, and her face was not very good, "I'm fine." She couldn't help but look up at the window on the second floor again, and then thought that every time she came to the restaurant, Wujing asked her to sit in the same booth and the same position......

She looked down, swiped her phone, and looked at the photo carefully, and when she vaguely saw the person inside through the detailed window, her chest was like a boulder pressed against it, and she stood up against the table.

"Where are you going?" Wu Jing asked when she saw that her expression was wrong.

Song Qingge didn't answer, her eyes searched the hall, and soon found the stairs, and she walked over.

"Light song!" her actions surprised Wu Jing and called her loudly, "Where are you going?"

Song Qingge ignored him, holding the handrail with his hand, without the sluggishness of his previous movements, and walked upstairs step by step.

Wu Jing frowned, followed, and grabbed her arm on the steps, "Where are you going?"

Song Qingge struggled away and continued to walk upstairs.

"Light song!" Wu Jing guessed that she might have found something, and her heart was shocked.

Song Qingge ignored her big belly, went up to the second floor, and walked towards the box, seeing that she was about to push open the door of the box, Wu Jing stepped forward a few steps and stopped her, "Qingge, what are you going to do?"

She pushed him.

Wu Jing frowned, "There are guests here......"

"Wu Jing," the more he was like this, the more Song Qingge's heart was heavy and it was difficult to breathe, she looked up at him, "Please let me." "With that, push him away.

With a thud, she pushed the door open.