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"Who can you serve if you don't serve me?" Zhong Wenhao twisted Hou Ling and knocked her down directly.

After the incident, Zhong Wenhao smoked a cigarette, Hou Ling was lying in his arms playing with his mobile phone, and suddenly praised with a smile: "Your uncle is really handsome, golden, young and promising." ”

Zhong Wenhao glanced at it, only to find that Hou Ling was swiping a gossip post about him beating Han Lie, and a photo of Han Lie was displayed on the screen of his mobile phone. Zhong Wenhao felt that his eyes were pricked, and asked in a gloomy voice: "Do you women like this kind of old man?"

"How can I hear such a sour smell from your mouth?" Hou Ling teased.

Zhong Wenhao pinched Hou Ling's chin as a warning.

Hou Ling fearlessly brushed Zhong Wenhao's hand away, and then answered Zhong Wenhao's question: "Successful career, mature and steady, you know how to be considerate at a glance, and uncles of this age are generally very easy to capture the hearts of young girls." ”

Zhong Wenhao's mind came up with the scene when Tong Qiang snuggled in Han Lie's arms and hid behind Han Lie. Most of his face darkened in an instant.

Hou Ling poked Zhong Wenhao's face with her finger and said with a smile: "It seems that you really don't like your uncle." What? Is he going to fight you for the property, or is he going to fight you for a woman?"

Zhong Wenhao glanced at Hou Ling, and the arm around her waist couldn't help but tighten—and Hou Ling guessed accurately. To say that the most comfortable thing about him and Hou Ling staying together is that Hou Ling can be his trash can and patiently listen to all his bad things.

But this time, Zhong Wenhao couldn't say anything about the speculation that his wife was cheating on him and his uncle cuckolded him. Just like when he was misdiagnosed and unable to have children before, it is a matter of a man's face and dignity.

So Zhong Wenhao didn't say anything, and shook a cigarette and smoked violently. Hou Ling was choked by the thick smoke and couldn't help complaining: "Are you a big chimney? Isn't your wife pregnant? You dare to smoke like this in front of her?"

Zhong Wenhao deliberately aimed at her face and spewed smoke, and replied in a vague voice: "Don't dare." ”

Hou Ling raised her eyebrows: "Okay, it turned out that I was panicked at home and came to me to vent my anger." ”

Zhong Wenhao pulled her tightly into his arms, "Am I panicking, haven't you just finished teaching?"

"Die!" Hou Ling pushed Zhong Wenhao, Zhong Wenhao re-shackled Hou Ling, lifted her nightgown, and pressed her palm on her stomach: "I just sowed a lot of seeds in it." You fight for it. ”

"What do I need to fight for? You're eating from the pot and looking at the bowl. Hou Ling swept away Zhong Wenhao's hand, "The one in your wife's belly hasn't landed yet." I want to find your wife and have a second child!"

"I'm talking about the two of us, why are you always talking about my wife?" Zhong Wenhao frowned: "I'm serious with you, Hou Ling, I'm talking about the children of the two of us." You know that I married my wife because of my grandfather's pressure, and I don't touch her at all. ”

"It's not uncommon to touch her?" the corners of Hou Ling's mouth hooked up a touch of ridicule, "You don't rarely touch her, how did your wife get pregnant?"

Zhong Wenhao paused for a moment, and listened to Hou Ling continue: "If you want me to say that your wife is really pitiful, her husband can endure loneliness if she doesn't come home for a long time, if you are me, you can raise a woman outside, and I can also find another man to live happily." ”

The speaker has no intention, the listener has a heart, and the jealousy that Zhong Wenhao pressed in his heart was stimulated to rekindle.

Hou Ling clasped her arms with both hands, ignoring Zhong Wenhao's increasingly ugly face, and popped out again: "By the way, have you really confirmed that your wife is pregnant with your species?"

The moment the words fell, Zhong Wenhao suddenly kicked her violently. Just as she was kicking the outside of her thigh, Hou Ling's face turned blue, and she fell on the bed in an instant, dripping with cold sweat. Don't forget to curse: "Zhong Wenhao! You're really not a man!"

Zhong Wenhao had already gotten out of bed and dressed, and his eyes were almost bursting with fire: "My wife is not as good as you, but no matter how bad she is, at least not like you are a bitch who can steal people's husbands!"

Hou Ling was stunned for a moment, picked up the ashtray and smashed it: "If you have a kind, don't come and let me steal it!

Zhong Wenhao avoided it in time, snorted coldly, and slammed the door without looking back.

Hou Ling collapsed on the bed, enduring the pain to check the bruises on her legs that were kicked out by Zhong Wenhao, and a triumphant smile twisted on her lips.

*

Zhong Wenhao slipped outside until ** o'clock in the evening, and when he returned to the villa, Zhu Jinhua probably had already rested, and there was no movement quietly.

Zhong Wenhao went upstairs and walked into the bedroom.

Tong Qiangqiang lay on the bed and slept, bulging out a not-so-sturdy ball in the quilt, leaving him with a weakened back.

The floor lamp in the corner is still on. Zhong Wenhao vaguely remembered that this seemed to be Tong Qiangqiang's habit when he slept alone, but he never wondered if she was afraid of the dark or what.

Zhong Wenhao walked to the side where Tong Qiangqiang was lying on his side. Sitting in the chair of her dresser, he looked at her silently.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing was even, and her sleeping face looked soft and harmless. Half of her cheeks were rubbed together with the skin where the pillow fit tightly, so that she didn't feel too delicate during the day.

After a while, Zhong Wenhao took out the photo and gestured it in the air.

In contrast, Tong Qiangqiang, who is kissing Han Lie in the photo, also has her eyes closed, her eyelashes seem to be trembling slightly, and a little red can be seen on her cheeks. She pressed one hand on Han Lie's chest, and the other hand on Han Lie's shoulder, although she couldn't see her face, but from the prying into these small details, she could imagine how confused and intoxicated her expression should have been at that time.

Zhong Wenhao's face tightened. His fingers gradually pinched the photo into a ball, staring at Tong Qiangqiang on the bed without blinking, and rolling Hou Ling's words over and over again in his mind.

Yes, he did refute Hou Ling at that time. That's not just because Hou Ling stimulated his self-esteem as a man. is also because he knows that Tong Qiangqiang was taken by his mother to artificially conceive the child, and it is impossible that it is not his species.

However, I don't know what the hell I saw, and all night, Hou Ling's words lingered like a spell. In the process of circling, he contacted the fact that he was misdiagnosed, the uncle who came back suddenly, and Han Lie's favor in front of his grandfather, and he actually gave birth to an extremely absurd guess.

Zhong Wenhao's pupils shrank suddenly, his fists trembled and clenched, and he got up suddenly and walked towards Tong Qiangqiang.

*

Tong Qiangqiang was already sleeping lightly, and since he became pregnant, he was easily woken up by a little movement.

In her sleep, she always felt that a gaze had been glued to her for a long time, and it was getting hotter and hotter. Her ears were even more sensitive to catch what seemed to be another breath, unsteady and slightly heavy.

After struggling for a while, Tong Qiangqiang finally opened his eyes. At first glance, there was a figure next to the combing bed, and she was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat, and she reflexively sat up from the bed.

After staring at it, he recognized that it was Zhong Wenhao, and Tong Qiangqiang not only did not let go of his heart, but became even more uneasy. But seeing his eyes, looking directly at her, his expression was indescribably strange.

After a little pause, Tong Qiangqiang asked nervously: "Wen, Wen Hao, what are you doing standing here?"

Zhong Wenhao actually laughed and sat on the bed. Hold Tong Qiangqiang's wrist, and then slowly stretch out his fingers with his other hand.

Tong Qiangqiang subconsciously turned his head to avoid Zhong Wenhao's touch, "Wen, Wenhao, you-"

"Don't move. Zhong Wenhao interrupted her.

But Tong Qiangqiang was only afraid. Still leaning back.

"I said don't move!" Zhong Wenhao suddenly ordered, and his palm went around the back of Tong Qiangqiang's head and grabbed her in front of him. His face was close at hand, and he only stared at her with a smile, the atmosphere was very strange, and Tong Qiangqiang became more and more afraid, "You...... You...... You-hmm-"

Without warning, Zhong Wenhao stuck it on the ground and slapped her lips.

As soon as the unfamiliar touch came, Tong Qiangqiang's body froze, and he only froze for a second before he pushed him away and wiped his lips in panic.

She looked like she was forced by a gangster, Zhong Wenhao's eyes suddenly jumped on the beating flames, grabbed Tong Qiangqiang's hand, leaned over and pressed her to the bed.

His intentions couldn't be more obvious, and Tong Qiangqiang tried to suppress the panic and remind him: "Wen Hao." You can't do this, you can't do this!

"Don't worry, it's okay to have sex after three months of pregnancy. I'll tap it. Zhong Wenhao said and began to unbutton Tong Qiangqiang's pajamas.

She was so restrained by Zhong Wenhao that she couldn't move at all, and taking care of the child in her belly, she didn't dare to struggle greatly, Tong Qiangqiang was completely confused, and shouted uncontrollably: "Don't! You don't want this! You can't do this! Zhong Wenhao!"

Zhong Wenhao completely ignored her crying, he only felt that there was a fire in his heart, the more Tong Qiangqiang resisted, the more he remembered her intoxicated look in the photo, and even more thought about how she would be gentle and obedient under Han Lie.

Even if he doesn't like her, she's still his woman! It's his wife!

Zhong Wenhao tore Tong Qiangqiang's legs, and the door opened from the outside at this time.

"Wen Hao, what are you doing?!"

Zhu Jinhua rushed in and pulled him off Tong Qiangqiang.

"How are you? Are you okay? Is there anything uncomfortable? What about the child? Is the child uncomfortable?" Zhu Jinhua knelt on the bed and held Tong Qiangqiang's shoulders and looked nervously.

Tong Qiangqiang hugged the quilt, shook his body, and shook his head while crying.

"It's okay...... It's okay......" Zhu Jinhua fell a large stone in his heart, turned his head to look at Zhong Wenhao, and saw that he was standing next to the bed as if he had been immobilized, looking at Tong Qiangqiang in a daze.

Zhu Jinhua heaved his chest, grabbed Zhong Wenhao and pulled him out. After staying away from Tong Qiangqiang's room, she finally couldn't suppress her anger, and slapped Zhong Wenhao on the head: "Don't you think you haven't done enough bastard things recently?!"

Zhong Wenhao staggered and stabilized his figure.

"Your wife is pregnant, she doesn't want you to force her to do anything?! Aren't you usually tired of being with women outside every day?! Now you want to vent but don't know how to find the one outside?! Are you crazy?! What should I do if I hurt my child?!!"

Zhu Jinhua scolded so much that her heart hurt, but Zhong Wenhao didn't even say a word to refute, she only felt that her head hurt, "You...... You...... You're going to me off!

"Mom," Zhong Wenhao raised his eyes and said, "You take Qiang Qiang to the hospital tomorrow." ”

Zhu Jinhua rubbed his eyebrows, his tone still contained annoyance: "I have to take her to have a good checkup!"

"It's not. Zhong Wenhao's eyes were dark and dark, and he said in a cold voice: "I asked you to take her to do a paternity test." ”