The closer to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the more eager Wen Lan's homesickness became.

not only thinks about everything in Jiangcheng, but also wants to be buried in Meicheng Ji Minxin.

Maybe because of the pregnant woman, her nerves have become particularly sensitive, and she has dreamed of Wen Yunzheng several times.

The more she missed, the more she couldn't go back, and she had palpitations and insomnia every night.

Since the opening of Lincheng Studio, Wen Lan and all the designers have been like a spinning top that is constantly running, and there is very little time to rest.

Zhou Qiao thought that everyone was too hard, the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was a holiday for everyone, a total of three days, everyone went to visit relatives and friends, some went on short trips, and some went back to their hometowns, and only Wen Lan was left in the whole TT.

Zhou Qiao was not at ease, and came to the studio with a suitcase to accompany Wen Lan for the holiday.

Wen Lan gave an order to evict the guests one hundred and eighty times, and he quickly wore out his mouth before bringing Zhou Qiao back to Jiangcheng.

Now Zhou Qiao has both a husband and in-laws, so she can't selfishly let Zhou Qiao use her hard-won vacation on herself.

Before going to the airport, Zhou Qiao repeatedly told her to put the baby first, order delivery in the same city if she needs anything, and order takeout if she feels tired and don't cook.

Sending Zhou Qiao away, Wen Lan locked the door of the studio inside, and when he climbed to the third floor, he was already out of breath, and he unscrewed the door and fell asleep.

In fact, to put it bluntly, she closed her eyes and rested her mind, because she couldn't sleep at all.

She closed her eyes and landed her hands on her lower abdomen, feeling the warm and powerful "punches and kicks".

Soon, she thought of the sound of thanksgiving from her daughter.

Forget it, it's been almost half a year.

In the past few months, she would pay attention to the news in Jiangcheng on her mobile phone every once in a while. ap.

What Xie Yansheng attended the XX Game Festival, "Feast" bought out the final copyright of XX mobile game, and what "Feast" cooperated with a certain website to launch the most demanding game competition of the year......

At first, she would also be pleased with Xie Yansheng's achievements in the digital game industry, but as the due date approached, she gradually began to be unable to do so, so she blocked the news from Jiangcheng.

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival of family reunion, and she lies alone in the strange city of Lincheng, and the sourness in her heart is bursting again and again.

She remembers very well that during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, she and Xie Yansheng had lunch at the Xie family's old house and went back to Anyue Garden.

Xie Yansheng was stimulated by Xie's mother at the dinner table, so she tossed her in the master bedroom on the first floor for nearly an afternoon.

What fertility postures and small home remedies are used.

At that time, Xie Yansheng was very eager to have a child, but she was strongly resistant.

She was thinking, if she was pregnant with Nuan Nuan at that time, would she and Xie Yansheng not be what they are now?

Hehe, she laughed at herself again.

There are no ifs in this world, since you have chosen the path you want to take, then, no matter how difficult it is, you must go on!

She couldn't understand, the more labor was imminent, why would the number of times she wanted to thank the banquet become more and more frequent?

opened the WeChat of the mobile phone and looked at the chat history with Xie Yansheng, Xie Yansheng sent more than a dozen greeting messages in half a year, but she did not reply once.

During this period, Xie Yansheng also called, but she refused to answer.

Because she was afraid that the interaction with Xie Yansheng would cause unnecessary trouble for herself and Nuan Nuan.

Xie Yansheng's WeChat avatar is a silhouette of a man holding a cigarette, lonely and decadent, and his nickname only has the word "Xie".

She stared at it for a long time before she came to her senses, and before she knew it, she fell asleep.

The mobile phone that was set to vibrate rang for nearly half a minute before she slowly opened her eyes and saw the name "Xie Yan Sheng" flashing on it, and she clicked and refused without thinking about it.

Xie Yansheng is very persistent, she keeps hitting if she doesn't answer.

After six or seven missed calls, she relented and clicked the answer button.

"It's been a long time, okay?" Xie Yan's deep voice was still as sultry as ever.

She silently calculated, it has been more than five months since she last met Xie Yansheng.

Hearing this familiar voice again, she had the illusion of repetition of yesterday.

"I'm fine." She replied weakly.

"I can tell you that you're not in great shape." Xie Yansheng's tone was rare and serious, "I haven't returned to Jiangcheng yet, are you really going to give birth to a child in Lincheng?"

"You don't mind my business." She didn't want to cause An Zhen that *** annoyance to herself again, so she said, "If it's okay, hang up first."

"After giving birth, go back to Jiangcheng or not?" Xie Yansheng asked eagerly.

"There are too many people in Jiangcheng who don't want to see, and my children and I won't go back to Jiangcheng in the past few years." She said this sentence obviously out of anger, but the voice of Xie Yan on the other end believed it.

Xie Yansheng immediately fell silent, and only spoke again when he heard that she was about to end the call, "I know that now all the employees of TT are going home from vacation, and you are the only one on the third floor—"

"What do you mean?" She already had a bad premonition, and slowly got up on the bedside table.

"I'm at the TT door right now, I'll open it right away." Xie Yansheng's tone was strong and undeniable.

She was very sober-minded and refused mercilessly: "Xie Yansheng, you should be a good person, don't block me anymore!" Leave now, or I'll call the police."

"Then call the police, I won't leave until I see you." Xie Yansheng's tone was stubborn.

She ended the call, opened the monitoring software on her phone, found the turnstile door of the TT, and saw a tall man smoking a cigarette and occasionally looking at the camera above.

Through the screen, she could feel the burning gaze from Xie Yansheng.

I haven't seen him for half a year, his face is still the same, his thin lips are pursed with a smile, and he is a little more calm and relaxed in his gestures.

The moment he saw the sound of Xie Yan, Wen Lan's heartbeat missed half a beat.

Her fingers trembled, and she gently stroked the voice of Xie Yan on the screen.

Xie Yansheng's clothes have always been very good, and this time he wore a black suit with a good texture, a light shirt, and no tie.

At this time, Xie Yansheng seemed to know that she was looking at the surveillance, blinked at the camera above, and picked up the phone again.

Soon, Wen Lan's mobile phone rang again.

She didn't answer, and Ren Ling rang again and again.

Xie Yansheng sent a voice message on WeChat: "Good, open the door, I want to see you."

"I swear, I'll walk when I see you, right?"

"There's a family banquet at the old house at noon tomorrow, I have to go back to Jiangcheng in the evening, and open the door quickly, huh?"

"You just open the door, I don't go upstairs and just look at you, okay?"

There is humility in every sentence.

She was ruthless and didn't reply.

Xie Yansheng hesitated at the door for more than an hour before leaving, and she stared at the mobile phone screen for more than an hour.

It wasn't until Xie Yansheng's back completely disappeared from the monitoring range that she put down her phone.