Late at night, a hurried phone ringing woke Song Jinsheng up.

"You can ah, Jinsheng, you are worthy of being a newlywed Yan'er, and you have all gone to the hospital! Is your Mr. Pei's kidney okay? ”

The excited voice of her friend Wen Yun came, driving away Song Jinsheng's deep sleep.

Playing to the hospital?

What is she talking about.

"You don't sleep at night, are you hysterical?"

Wen Yun was still snickering over there, "Are you embarrassed to talk about this little boudoir matter?" The paparazzi know before I do. ”

Sitting up from the bed suddenly, Song Jinsheng skillfully flipped through the phone, glanced at the news above and took a deep breath.

[Mr. Pei of Shengyao Group was admitted to the hospital, suspected of overindulgence]

What kind of boudoir is this, it is clear that it is other women who let her husband go to the hospital.

Song Jinsheng pressed her eyebrows with a headache, and she didn't even have the heart to explain, but it happened that Pei Yu's phone came in at this time, and her eyelids jumped.

"Song Jinsheng, come to the hospital."

Pei Yu's voice was low and hoarse, full of magnetism, but Song Jinsheng on the other end of the phone didn't have the heart to appreciate it.

She gritted her teeth and replied: "Why, if you let me go, I'll go?" ”

"Just because you're Mrs. Pei."

"You!"

Song Jinsheng was angry, Pei Yu over there seemed to have decided something, and said coolly: "You don't want grandma to see our marriage exist in name only." ”

Syllable!

hung up the phone angrily, and Song Jinsheng threw the phone on the bed.

"Go out and fuck and let me wipe your ass, Pei Yu, count you ruthless!"

After cursing, Song Jinsheng turned over and got off the bed, thought about opening the bedside cabinet, took out a document from it and stuffed it into her bag, changed her clothes and hurried out.

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At two o'clock in the morning, the lights were still bright in the hospital.

Song Jinsheng's tightly wrapped coat sneaked in from the back door of the hospital and went straight to the obstetrics and gynecology office.

Pushing open the door, I saw Pei Yu sitting on a stool.

This long-haired beauty next to her...... Song Jinsheng squinted her eyes and thought about it, oh, it seems to be Fang Ziqing, the tender model of the recent fire.

"It's coming pretty fast."

Pei Yu chuckled, and his handsome face with distinct facial features seemed to be mixed with mockery.

He raised his finger and moved it twice, "Go and change your clothes, there are reporters outside, and you know what to do when you go out in a while." ”

A cloud of stuffy air blocked Song Jinsheng's chest, and he couldn't move up and down.

Of course she knows what to do, she has been married for more than a month, and she has done something like this for I don't know how much.

When her husband is looking for joy every day, she, who is a wife, is in a hurry to clean up the mess.

It's no wonder that Pei Yu looks down on it.

Fang Ziqing stood up, under the high-slit cheongsam, a pair of straight and long beautiful legs loomed, and she walked over with a smile.

"Mrs. Pei, let's go inside and change clothes?"

"No, I brought my own."

Song Jinsheng glanced at the cheongsam and said in disgust-

"I'm dirty."

It's no wonder that Wen Yun recognized Fang Ziqing as herself, this cheongsam is a limited edition, Pei Yu gave her one at the beginning, but she didn't expect that there was another one that was worn on other women.

A few minutes later, Song Jinsheng came out with an identical cheongsam, which wrapped Song Jinsheng's bumpy figure, making people unable to take their eyes off.

Pei Yu's deep eyes under his eyebrow bone sank slightly.

This woman's figure is not inferior to Fang Ziqing's model.

Putting down the long hair that was originally clamped, Song Jinsheng said a little impatiently: "You can go out now." ”

"Of course."

Pei Yu raised her eyebrows and got up, and when she passed by Fang Ziqing, she whispered, saying that she had arranged a driver for her to send her back.

Song Jinsheng tilted her head slightly, but she couldn't see it.

Ten minutes later, the reporter who had been waiting outside the door for a long time finally waited for today's protagonist.

The camera was aimed at the entrance of the hospital, and under the dazzling flashlight, Song Jinsheng held Pei Yu's arm and came out of it generously, bright and moving, full of confidence.

Many reporters began to whisper.

"What's the matter, didn't you receive the news that it was the tender model Fang Ziqing who went in with Mr. Pei?"

"The news must be wrong, where did you come from, it's Mrs. Pei!"

Song Jinsheng chuckled and looked around, leaned on Pei Yu's shoulder and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Next time I play with women, take it easy, I don't want to go through today's events a second time."

Pei Yu raised his eyebrows, and the big palm holding Song Jinsheng's waist tightened suddenly, and the two closed each other, like a young couple who were in love with each other.

He lowered his head and replied in Song Jinsheng's ear: "Then next time, I'll be careful." ”

Scumbag!

Cursing in his heart, Song Jinsheng still maintained a dignified and generous smile on his face, and he was not flustered by the reporter's questions.

"May I ask why Mrs. Pei came to the hospital in the middle of the night, is she not feeling well?"

"Someone saw that the two of them went to the obstetrics and gynecology department, is it a good thing to come?"

Pei Yu was about to refuse, so he listened to Song Jinsheng beside him.

"yes, you've found out."

Hiss......

Pei Yu took a deep breath, lowered his head and gritted his teeth, "Song Jinsheng, what nonsense are you talking about!" ”

"Where is the nonsense, don't admit that it's pregnant, what if they spread the word that I'm sick?"

After muttering quietly, Song Jinsheng opened her bag and took out a pregnancy test report, held it up in front of those reporters and said with a smile:

"I didn't plan to make it public in the early stages of pregnancy, but since everyone knows about it, there's no need to hide it, that's right, Pei Yu and I have a child."

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Waiting for the security guard to come and drag the reporter, Pei Yu escorted Song Jinsheng into the car, and as soon as the car left this land of right and wrong, the man clenched her wrist with a hateful face.

"Song Jinsheng, do you want to be shameless."

"Hey, you're hurting me!"

"You know it hurts?" The man's mocking voice smashed over, and Leng Youyou continued: "I thought that a faceless woman like you only had interests in her eyes. ”

Song Jinsheng chuckled disappreciatively, "Mr. Pei, no matter how faceless and skinless I am, I'm also your wife, aren't I?" ”

"Say, whose child is it!"

As if hearing some funny joke, Song Jinsheng looked at him, "Mr. Pei said that he was joking, since I am Mrs. Pei, this child, of course, is yours." ”

"Song Jinsheng! When have I ever touched you! ”

Pei Yu almost roared out of his throat, green tendons were stretched on his neck, and the tight Adam's apple rolled up and down with the words, inexplicably attractive.

Enduring the stinging pain in his wrist, Song Jinsheng said angrily: "If you are looking for a woman outside every day, I am not allowed to give you a green hat?" ”

The air pressure in the carriage gradually decreased, and a biting chill came from Pei Yu's body.

Even if he has known Pei Yu for many years, he is rare for Song Jinsheng to be like this.

There was a dangerous aura in his deep eyes, his body suddenly approached, and his big palm ignited a little bit from Song Jinsheng's waist, and his words were full of anger and ridicule that could not be concealed.

"You're so hard in another man's bed?"

"The little wolf dog is much more interesting than you, Pei Yu, you are the oldest."