Zhao Qingyu had just returned from the hospital, she picked up the key to open the door of the house, and what came into her eyes was a pair of unfamiliar red high heels at the entrance.

Is there a guest at home?

She hurriedly whistled her somewhat messy hair with her hand, afraid that the guests would not see it well.

After tidying up her appearance, she gently closed the door and took a few steps forward.

There was no one in the living room, and there was no restaurant next to it, and the bathroom door next to the dining room was closed, and the bath bomb light inside was on, and there was a faint sound of dripping water.

The joy of the previous inspection vanished, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in her heart.

Zhao Qingyu, who was just about to speak, suppressed her slightly trembling body, pursed her mouth, and walked towards her and her husband's bedroom without saying a word.

The bedroom door was diagonally open to the entryway, and there was some slight noise inside.

She held her breath, walked over gently, and saw her husband Xia Zimo, who was turning his back to her, rummaging through the closet.

Soon, Xia Zimo turned around with some clothes, ready to walk out of the room, and when he saw Zhao Qingyu at the door, his steps paused and his body stiffened suddenly.

"Y-Why did you come back?" Xia Zimo opened his mouth a little stunned.

Zhao Qingyu didn't speak, she narrowed her eyes and looked at the things in the other party's hands.

Oh, it's the pajamas she bought on the Internet a few days ago, and she hasn't had time to wear them yet.

It seems that her husband is going to take her new clothes and give them to other women.

"That, don't think about it, it's just an ordinary ......"

Zhao Qingyu looked at Xia Zimo coldly, wanting to hear what reasonable explanation he could say.

The other party was halfway through speaking, suddenly paused, and then his eyes drooped slightly, and he frowned a little tangled and said, "It's just an ordinary old classmate." ”

"Old classmates?"

Zhao Qingyu raised her eyebrows slightly, she and Xia Mo were classmates in high school and college, and she also knew most of the old classmates who were in contact.

"Hmmm......"

"Who is it?"

"Yes......"

Xia Zimo seemed a little embarrassed to speak, and he didn't say who it was.

"Amer—"

A crisp female voice came out of the bathroom, Zhao Qingyu was in a trance for a moment, this voice was a little familiar, but who it was, she didn't remember it for a while.

Xia Zimo's expression changed, and he hurriedly replied loudly: "Wait a minute, I found the clothes, and I asked my wife to send them to you!" ”

The people inside didn't speak again, and the sound of water faded away.

Xia Zimo glanced at Zhao Qingyu, who had cold eyes, again, and finally said in a low voice: "Qingyu, you can help send some clothes, it's not convenient for me to be a big man......"

Inconvenience?

Wouldn't it be convenient if she didn't come back?

Or is she at home, so it's inconvenient for him?

These words were shouted in a crazy circle in Zhao Qingyu's mind, and it took a lot of effort for her to not let them rush out.

She knew that the more this time, the more she had to be calm.

"Bring it."

Zhao Qingyu's voice was very low, and if he listened carefully, there seemed to be a faint trill.

Xia Zimo took a deep breath, walked over slowly, and handed her the clothes.

"Qingyu, you ......"

Zhao Qingyu raised his eyes and glanced at him coldly, the disappointment in his eyes made the latter's words stuck in his throat.

She took her clothes and walked to the door of the bathroom step by step, and Xia Zimo retreated to the room.

"Knock, knock, knock".

After three knocks, the pale blue glass door of the bathroom gently opened a crack, and a white hand with subtle lines stretched out.

Zhao Qingyu stared at the hand for a long time and did not move.

"What's wrong?" The person inside probably felt strange, and couldn't help but lean his face over.

The big eyes in the crack of the door made Zhao Qingyu's pupils shrink suddenly.

"It's you—"

The woman inside was taken aback by Zhao Qingyu's reaction, and hurriedly closed the door, not even taking her clothes.

The noise here attracted the attention of Xia Zimo in the house, he hurriedly ran out, and when he saw the situation outside, he just breathed a sigh of relief, and after seeing Zhao Qingyu's obviously trembling shoulders and the clothes in her hand, his expression immediately became nervous.

"Qingyu, what's wrong? Clothes ......"

Before he finished his words, Zhao Qingyu suddenly raised his hands, used all his strength, and threw the clothes in his hands heavily on his head.

"Xia Zimo, you go to die-"

After she shouted this, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and a person immediately rushed out.

Zhao Qingyu and Xia Zimo were stunned.

The man in the room was wearing a crumpled and half-wet shirt, and he was in front of Xia Zimo with a death-defying expression, looking straight at Zhao Qingyu.

"Zhao Qingyu, all this has nothing to do with Zimo, it's all because of me, if you have any dissatisfaction, come to me!"

Xia Zimo looked at the petite figure in front of him, stunned for a moment, then reacted, and hurriedly spoke: "Qingyu, don't be like this, we are not ......"

Before the two of them finished singing and harmonizing, Zhao Qingyu couldn't bear it anymore, and under the violent mood swings, her lower abdomen contracted and suffered from severe pain.

The thought of the child who had just arrived, her heart also ached violently, as if it had been punctured, stirred, and twisted by something sharp.

"You are already an elderly pregnant woman, for the sake of the child, you should rest more, don't be too tired, and don't have too much psychological pressure."

Suddenly remembering the words of the doctor during the previous examination, Zhao Qingyu's face changed, covered his stomach, and strode towards the door with a pale face.

She's getting out of here.

Get out of this nightmare place.

As long as she doesn't see this sudden woman, everything will return to before.

She is still that happy wife, and she will have a lovely child soon.

It must be like this.

As she walked, she talked to herself, her mind was a mess, and she didn't think of anything but her own children.

Xia Zimo and the woman in the house glanced at each other, and then chased them out one after the other.

Although the woman was petite, she moved quickly, and she quickly rushed out, waving her hands while shouting "Zhao Qingyu, wait a minute".

Zhao Qingyu covered her ears in pain, wanting to exclude the sound that gave her nightmares.

The elevator hadn't come yet, and she walked straight to the staircase without thinking.

However, when she just stepped out of one leg, the woman behind her ran too fast, like a car with failed brakes, and crashed into it at once.

And then ......

Xia Zimo stood at the door dumbfounded, watching his wife tumble down the stairs with a few heels, and finally, her body was red......

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to......" The woman shook her head in horror and reached out to grab the man's clothes next to her.

"Qingyu—"

Xia Zimo screamed in horror and stumbled down, but unfortunately everything was in vain.