But she's not a fool, with a clue, she can integrate. The doctor was most taboo about her consuming effort and thinking a lot, and her pregnancy seemed to be in Ou Yanzhe's arms. The fetus was all her focus, and nothing else seemed to matter to her too much. He obviously saw this, he took advantage of this, he took advantage of her, he took advantage of this child, they were his best cover props.

Lan Qingchuan thought, almost disgusting. Every bone of her, every piece of flesh and blood was painful, concealed, deceived, calculated made her hate and angry, and at the same time ashamed of her own relaxation and immaturity, he still didn't know what he had mastered thoroughly, and was blinded by the stability he deliberately created, and couldn't see how much of the turbulent undercurrents lurked under the calm.

She wanted a peaceful and stable life so much that she couldn't resist his gentle trap for a short time, thinking that she had such a life. But the more she wants, the more eager she is, the easier it is to be deceived, and God will not let her get it so easily.

What she wants most, she can't get, and what she fears the most, she is coming.

When the white mother opened her eyes and saw her rushing to the bathroom, her face suddenly turned extremely white, as if her surroundings were cracked, and she vomited in shock.

She felt something, but she didn't know how. just hugged her bloated body and kept comforting, "Sir, it's okay, it doesn't matter, it'll be fine, don't worry." ”

Lan Qingchuan's heart was pinched, and his eyes were red.

Ou Yanzhe blocked all relevant news and blocked her access to information. She became more and more uneasy in her heart, but suddenly remembered that she had the most direct channel.

At this time, the old butler of the manor came in with a smile and said that the Marquis had come to fetch her back. He obviously didn't know the seriousness of the situation, he was only relieved and blessed that his young lady had a good home and a good husband, and he didn't know that his young lady's collapsed mentality at the moment was caused by that man.

Lan Qingchuan whispered a few words in his mother's ear, Sandor, Brando, Brando.

She knew, her mom understood.

When Ou Yanzhe came in, Lan Qingchuan sat behind the desk with a calm face, only one face was too white. The room was silent, save for the sound of him pushing the door.

He let out a long sigh and said, "Come back with me, Tata." ”

Lan Qingchuan raised his eyes to look at him, "Where are you going?" Your elaborate fairy tale house? Your house of lies? ”

He frowned, looked at her red eyes again, and finally softened: "How much do you know?" ”

She stared at him for a moment, trying to judge her guess by looking at his expression.

"You've been laying out since you married me. You are deceiving me so that I can relax my guard in your careful care and gentleness, while waiting for an opportunity. My pregnancy is the best time, this is the second chance you can't ask for, I am the easiest to soften at this time, the easiest to be deceived and deceived! ”

He frowned, but didn't say anything. No sound, no affirmation, no denial.

"I was thinking, what the hell do you want? I think about it and I still don't know. You have power, money, and fame, don't you? What more could you want? You tell me, I really don't have as much thought and calculation as you, I can't think of it, you tell me, don't treat me like a fool, a toy, pinched in the palm of your hand! ”