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At eight o'clock in the evening, Jiang Yansheng went upstairs to rest.

She ate a nutritious dinner, and accompanied by Dr. Yun, she walked to a flat path halfway up the mountain for about ten minutes, and then she was tired, her body was slightly sweaty, and she took off her pregnant clothes when she walked into the bedroom.

The skirt outside was thrown on the sofa, Jiang Yansheng was only wearing a thin camisole on her body, the light beige lining her skin was soft, the fabric was tightly attached to her waist and abdomen, and she couldn't see that a two-month-old child was already pregnant inside.

She didn't dare to take a bath every day, for fear that she would catch a cold.

This is what pregnant women are most afraid of, they can't take medicine, they can only rely on their own immunity to get through.

Jiang Yansheng damped it with a white towel, stood in front of the mirror and wiped her delicate and tender skin, when she lowered her head, her hair was scattered, and she put her fingers together to brush her hair, thinking that she should mention the matter of cutting her hair to Dr. Yun tomorrow.

Her hair was almost waist-high, and she vaguely remembered that her pregnant mother had cut her hair short......

Jiang Yansheng also planned to go with the flow, cut her beautiful long hair, compared it, it felt okay, she put down the towel, so decided, pushed the door out and walked out.

She didn't turn on the air conditioner, for fear of blowing herself sick.

So the room was slightly stuffy, Jiang Yansheng walked around the room without even wearing pajamas, there was no window that could breathe through the air, probably because she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to think about it, the details, Jiang Yansheng didn't want to think about it.

She walked to a large floor-to-ceiling window, and was about to close the exquisite curtain with her fingertips, but she unexpectedly saw a familiar car driving slowly under the street lamp not far away.

Jiang Yansheng froze suddenly, and only reacted when the car drove under the villa.

She let go of the curtains with her fingertips and subconsciously took a few steps back, avoiding her figure standing in front of the window.

Jiang Yansheng's eyes flashed a trace of dazedness, she froze in place for a few seconds, and then she seemed to hear footsteps on the stairs, which made her whole person have no time to think about anything, almost instinctively ran to the bed, lay down and closed her eyes.

The next moment, the door opened.

Huo Xiumo's tall and indifferent figure appeared in the master bedroom, he walked in, his steps were deliberately light, and he saw the back lying quietly on the bed, not even covered with a quilt, his body was white and thin, and he shrunk in the corner with only a camisole in his camisole .

When he walked closer, he could see that Jiang Yansheng was holding his knees with both hands, shrinking himself into a very insecure sleeping position.

Huo Xiumo stood on the edge of the bed and was silent for a while, his body was lowered, and his slender hands pulled the quilt and covered her, and at this moment, the woman who was sleeping with her eyes closed turned over, as if unconsciously reaching out and encircling his neck.

Immediately after, he glued his soft body up, as usual, and found the most comfortable place in his arms to sleep.

Huo Xiumer's tall body remained motionless, stiffened in front of the edge of the bed.

After a long time, his long slender hand lifted and touched her long silky hair, until he listened to the breath of the woman in his arms and fell asleep.

He laid her down and sat on the bed and watched her in silence.

In the dead of night, the room was unusually quiet, Huo Xiumo took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, and thought that she had a child in her belly, so she endured the addiction to smoking, and her dark eyes stared at her white little face.

Jiang Yansheng closed his eyes tightly, and his eyelashes didn't tremble.

She was pretending to be asleep, and even if the man's strong gaze stared at her for a moment, he didn't want to show his flaws.

Because she knew it was going to be discovered.

Huo Xiumo left.

She tried to calm her normal breathing until she felt the man's gaze look away, and then she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and pursed her red lips.

Huo Xiumo looked at the room where she lived, and every corner was not missed, it was similar to the furnishings of Dujingyuan, with a large and comfortable sofa, facing the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window.

There was also a thick blanket on it, and a few books were lying on the floor.

This was obviously her favorite place of the day, and Huo Xiu looked at her distraction, as if she saw the quiet picture of a woman lazily lying on the sofa reading a book.

His eyes instantly turned cold again, and all the tenderness disappeared without a trace.

Huo Xiumo moved his gaze back and looked at her sleeping little face, the slender hand moved very lightly, and the corner of the quilt was lifted, revealing Jiang Yansheng's flat waist and abdomen without a trace of fat, he lowered his head and stared deeply.

Can't believe there's already a little guy here.

Huo Xiumo stretched out his long finger and gently touched her belly, the pregnant woman's body temperature was high, and her skin was hotter than his fingertips.

He had his palm on it, he was only two months old, and he didn't feel anything.

……

The door to the master bedroom was closed again.

The man didn't stay overnight, he got up and left half an hour later, and Jiang Yansheng heard the closing before he reopened his eyes, and there was already a moist light.

She got up wrapped in the quilt, sat on the bed with her hair disheveled, and looked out the window in silence.

He is no longer visible.

Jiang Yansheng slowly raised his hand and covered his face.

Why.

She had obviously experienced this between her and Huo Xiumo, whether it was good, bad, or painful, and she could no longer cross the gap between her and him, but she didn't want to give up to others every minute and every second, and she didn't want to lose Huo Xiumo.

Jiang Yansheng was hidden alone in the dark night, tasting the endless emptiness and indifference, she smiled lightly, and the emotions in her chest kept pouring in, very sour and unbearable.

In the Dujing Garden.

Huo Xiumo didn't go to the company's lounge tonight, but drove to Dujingyuan in the middle of the night, the servants all rested, and he walked upstairs with a lonely atmosphere, and the second floor, especially the master bedroom and cloakroom, was messed up by Nanxun during the day.

The servants did not dare to touch the boxes.

At three o'clock in the morning, Huo Xiumo took off his dark black blazer and threw it aside, he rolled up his sleeves, squatted on the floor of the master bedroom, and took out the contents of the box one by one.

Jiang Yansheng's clothes and shoes.

Jiang Yansheng's jewelry, cosmetics.

As small as a hairpin, he wiped it off with the corner of his white shirt and put it back in place.

This familiar master bedroom is slowly filled with her things, and it is no longer empty.

After Huo Xiumo packed up all his things, he turned around and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower, he had an indifferent face, stood in front of the mirror and shaved, washed his face, and when he came out again, his handsome and profound facial features became very energetic, picked up the blazer on the ground, and walked out with cold eyebrows.

Bang.

The master bedroom was tightly closed, and Huo Xiumo went downstairs and instructed the servant who got up early: "You don't have to go up to the second floor to clean up in the future." ”

The servant didn't dare to ask more, and said respectfully, "Understood." ”

Huo Xiumo strode away from Dujingyuan, he came empty-handed, and when he left.

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