"You're out, I'll help you clean up the house. Otherwise, it's sloppy, and I believe you won't be comfortable living. Zhou Weihong said to them angrily. She couldn't stop them from getting out.

Duan Qingyuan and Feng Zhenzhen should not be Zhou Weihong again. They glanced at each other, and grinned lightly. I have to admit that many times there is a tacit understanding between them.

After breakfast, Feng Zhenzhen went back upstairs and dressed up briefly. At ten o'clock, Duan Qingyuan said something to Zhou Weihong, and then drove her out.

Zhou Weihong stayed at their house and worked diligently to help them clean up. From downstairs to upstairs, from inside to outside.

Duan Qingyuan carried Feng Zhenzhen, and he was not too far from home, just around Dongcheng District. Today, Duan Qingyuan drove unprecedentedly slowly, because he was thinking about things while driving.

These recent events have changed the state of him and Feng Zhenzhen. And he didn't like it very much, he was very bored. So he really wants to change this state again through a way.

Originally, Feng Zhenzhen had been looking out the window, but after a long time, her gaze suddenly retracted and looked at Duan Qingyuan's perfectly contoured side face.

She suddenly said to Duan Qingyuan, "Thank you." ”

Feng Zhenzhen's politeness made his heart even more angry. He didn't look at Feng Zhenzhen either, his tone was extremely cold, and he didn't squint and asked, "What do you mean?" Thanks for what? ”

Feng Zhenzhen's face remained unchanged, and she said calmly: "Thank you for pulling me out and helping me out of the siege." ”

At this moment, Duan Qingyuan's anger soared even higher, and some hurtful words were stuck in his throat like needles and thorns. After a long time, he finally looked at Feng Zhenzhen, and finally asked dissatisfiedly, "Dare you treat my mother as a scourge?" Are you afraid of messing with her? ”

He wouldn't admit that he was helping Feng Zhenzhen relieve the siege, although he did hope that Feng Zhenzhen would avoid Zhou Weihong for the time being.

For a while, Feng Zhenzhen's face darkened a little. Duan Qingyuan's gaze was like a knife, and she realized that she had said the wrong thing, and shook her head again and again to explain, "No, no, no...... I just mean ...... Just ......"

Because she was spitting and spitting, Duan Qingyuan didn't have the patience to listen anymore. Duan Qingyuan's gaze returned to the right, looked straight ahead again, and asked her seriously, "Feng Zhenzhen, I've been tired lately. So can you give me peace of mind? ”

"I'm going to give you peace of mind?" Feng Zhenzhen couldn't help but wrinkle her eyebrows again, and wanted to laugh at what he said.

Duan Qingyuan was impatient and said, "Yes." My mom provokes you, so you can't be flexible? Can't you let go of your tall stature and please her a little? Haven't you always been smart? Still is...... You don't care if she likes you or not? ”

Because of Duan Qingyuan's sudden outburst of resentment, Feng Zhenzhen's face became even more ugly. However, she didn't want to quarrel with Duan Qingyuan. So she tried to maintain a good attitude, trying to be as calm as possible and saying, "I have flattered her, and I have flattered her for your sake." And also...... I've never been high...... If you think I'm high, it proves that you don't know much about me. ”

Duan Qingyuan's anger was stuck in his chest again, and he kept driving, driving all the time. Around Dongcheng District, it has turned a complete circle.

Feng Zhenzhen actually said that he knew too little about her, hehe. It's really too shallow to understand, then he thinks that's the sadness of him. Because he doesn't even know his wife.

After a long time, he refuted Feng Zhenzhen and said, "It's you who don't understand yourself." Feng Zhenzhen, if you remember my words, you don't know yourself. What kind of person you are, I have long seen clearly. ”

Feng Zhenzhen tightened her brows again, not knowing what to say. Because she really didn't dare to provoke Duan Qingyuan again, she didn't want to make the relationship more stiff with him.

She really didn't want to......

Zhou Weihong helped them clean up. After cleaning the first floor, they followed to the second floor and came to their bedroom.

Their bedroom was the cleanest place in the entire villa, so Zhou Weihong quickly finished knocking it out. Then she walked into the study, ready to start tidying up.

The desk where the desktop computer was housed looked very messy, with piles of paper piled on it.

"It's not going to be cleaned up like this...... Obviously, it's very neat to pick it up casually......" Zhou Weihong couldn't help muttering while helping them clean up.

It's just that she complains like this, and she doesn't know who she is blaming herself. Blame Feng Zhenzhen? Or is it strange Duan Qingyuan?

Packing up, all of a sudden, the contents of the papers lit up in her eyes.

Unconsciously, all the work in her hands couldn't help but stop, frowning, and standing in a daze.

"Medical record book, blood routine report, urine routine report, four-dimensional color ultrasound examination result report......" she clicked through the notebooks or papers, reading the title on it.

As she read it, her face became more and more ugly. She was very surprised, it turned out that Feng Zhenzhen had already gone to the hospital for examination. And neither of them told her about it.

Apparently, they deliberately hid from her.

She couldn't help but pick up the color ultrasound result report, held it in her hand, and read it carefully.

And after reading it, her whole person became extremely powerless in an instant. It's like prostration, and I don't know what to do.

It wasn't until the list broke away from her hand uncontrollably and floated gently to the ground that she began to continue muttering, "It turns out that she is not in good health, she is sick and can't get pregnant, no wonder ......"

At this time, there was still a thought in her mind, a very cruel and decisive thought......

After a few laps around Dongcheng District, the time was close to twelve o'clock in the afternoon. Duan Qingyuan parked the car in front of an idyllic restaurant, and then went in with Feng Zhenzhen for lunch.

They are still very discordant with each other, ignoring each other and ignoring each other, like a pair of strangers. They are geographically close to each other, but their hearts are so far apart.

The waiter handed the menu to Duan Qingyuan, and Duan Qingyuan casually ordered two dishes. Then he acted freely and rudely, and threw the menu to Feng Zhenzhen and asked her to order it herself.

Feng Zhenzhen was also silent and ordered two dishes. While they were eating, Duan Qingyuan's mobile phone suddenly rang again.

Duan Qingyuan picked up his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID.

The call was made by Zhou Weihong. For this reason, he was not surprised at all, his face did not change, he was calm and calm, and he slid on the screen to answer.

"Hey......" he chewed on the food while responding to her very lightly.

Feng Zhenzhen didn't know that it was Zhou Weihong's call, but she still tried to listen, hoping to hear something.

However, Duan Qingyuan's mobile phone did not leak at all, and she couldn't hear the person on the other end of the phone at all.

On the phone, Zhou Weihong was panting, as if he was suppressing a lot of anger, and Duan Qingyuan felt it very clearly. Zhou Weihong's tone was more like holding him accountable, "Where are you now?" When...... See me alone? ”