After being forced to marry as a surrogate, she amazed the world with her small milk bag

The next day, He Qingyan's fever subsided, and Shen Zhiyi applied medicine to his wound and changed the gauze.

But his assistant still didn't let her go, "Miss Shen, the young master has someone prepare breakfast, you can eat something before leaving!"

Shen Zhiyi was taken aback by the assistant's smile which was uglier than crying, it was simply too ugly.

How?He became like this overnight?

"Then what, I won't eat breakfast, take good care of your young master, if you can't do it, go to the hospital!"

The assistant turned a deaf ear to it, leaned over ninety degrees, and made a "please" gesture, "you can eat something before leaving!"

Hey!Dare to be strong again?Shen Zhiyi bit her back teeth, okay, just eat.

There was only Shen Zhiyi at the dining table, but there was a large table of meals, Chinese, Western, Thai, all kinds.

It's like a thank you party.

He Qingyan's assistant stood by and served, cough!That's right, it's service, with a smile on his face the whole time, but that smile is forced out at first glance, and it's a nightmare on earth.

These sensitive words are connected together, and an adult will associate them with certain aspects.

Shen Zhiyi stopped giving him another look, turned around and helped He Qingyan up.

Shen Zhiyi closed her eyes, "Yes, I admit that I have known Mr. Y before, but it was only acquaintance. I came here last night because he was injured. Can you stop talking so harshly..."

With a strong shrug, Shen Zhiyi was caught off guard and thrown far away, with one hand holding her waist, behind her was the glass table with sharp water chestnut angles, if it hit it, the consequences could be imagined.

What's even more ironic is that she was still wearing a men's shirt and her hair was still wet. It looked like she had just taken a shower.

He Qingyan stepped up a few steps, grabbed his collar and wanted to hit him again, but the latter stopped his fist and pushed him away violently.

Shen Zhiyi bit her lower lip, "It's true that this shirt belongs to him, but..."

The wound on He Qingyan's arm burst open, and blood flowed down the sleeve.

"Look, you're so impatient, I'm afraid I've got it right?" He Jingyao wiped away the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, raised his eyes, and anger suddenly appeared.

"Still saying you two are okay? Shen Zhiyi, do you dare to swear to me? Swear that you didn't know him before?" He Jingyao pointed at He Qingyan, his face livid, his temples throbbing uncontrollably.

He Jingyao fell to the ground, and the water glass on the table was overturned, shattered all over the floor with a loud crash.

He Jingyao snorted, furious, and grabbed Shen Zhiyi's neckline, "I only believe what I see with my eyes! Shen Zhiyi, you have disappointed me so much!"

"Is that why you miss me?" she asked, biting her lip.

Shen Zhiyi looked down subconsciously, only to be belatedly aware that just as she opened her mouth to explain, He Jingyao's hand had already stretched out.

His whole body was sticky, sour and sweet, and Shen Zhiyi couldn't take it anymore, so he took a shower and changed into it. While wiping his hair, someone knocked on the door.

He Jingyao stared at Shen Zhiyi, his eyes were on fire, as if he wanted to burn a hole in her body.

"Are you OK?"

In He Jingyao's eyes, all this undoubtedly became a catalyst for the flames of war.

"I..." Shen Zhiyi couldn't say a word, not because she was guilty and felt sorry for He Jingyao, but because she didn't expect that He Jingyao didn't believe her, and every word pushed her into the ranks of slutty women.

Bang!
He Qingyan's fist hit He Jingyao.

He Qingyan let out a muffled snort, bowed and fell to his knees on the ground, clutching his abdomen with a pained face.

"You took a bath here. If I guessed right, you probably stayed here last night, too?"

"Mr. Y is here..."

Only then did He Jingyao give He Qingyan a look. He raised the corners of his lips and showed a contemptuous smile, "What a Miss Shen, but don't forget that Shen Zhiyi and I haven't divorced yet. As long as we don't divorce for a day, she It's your sister-in-law!"

She shook her head, straining her emotions.

Shen Zhiyi rushed up to protect him behind him, raised his head and glared at He Jingyao angrily, "Are you crazy enough? If you are crazy enough, I invite you out!"

"If I'm not mistaken, this shirt belongs to him, right?" He Jingyao pointed in the direction of the bedroom, his eyes filled with horror like a bloody storm, as if the world could be destroyed in a second.

"No wonder you have been arguing about divorcing me and leaving the He mansion. Now I finally understand, maybe it's because of him? If that's the case, you should have said it earlier, and I will help you. Thinking of me thinking like a fool I tried every means to keep you back, and I felt stupid and ridiculous!"

She looked around but didn't see He Qingyan's assistant, thinking that there were no familiar faces here, so she went to open the door.

"What are you wearing, take it off!"

"He Qingyan, you keep calling me big brother, but you secretly have your sister-in-law's idea behind your back. Do you just like things you don't want so much? If so, then wait until Shen Zhiyi and I leave Marriage, you just pick it up!"

Shen Zhiyi got agitated and got covered in ketchup.

Shen Zhiyi raised her head and bumped into a pair of light-colored pupils. For some reason, the moment she saw He Qingyan, her eyes turned red with grievance.

And He Jingyao never expected that Shen Zhiyi would appear in He Qingyan's apartment.

He Qingyan, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't help it anymore, "Brother, you misunderstood, I asked Miss Shen to come over to see my injury last night, that's all, so please don't say such nasty things to her!"

She didn't expect that it was He Jingyao who came.

Great morning, men's shirts, shower...

Shen Zhiyi turned his head to look at He Qingyan, then at He Jingyao, his hair messed up.

While he was not paying attention, He Jingyao hit his abdomen with his knee.

"Enough, I don't want to hear your explanation!" He Jingyao interrupted angrily, "Shen Zhiyi, you really make me feel hypocritical!"

He Jingyao stared at Shen Zhiyi in astonishment for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed, "So, you are defending him? We haven't divorced yet, Shen Zhiyi, can't you just pretend?"

big brother?

There were no women's clothes here, so He Qingyan asked his assistant to send her his own shirt as a temporary replacement.

The two men fought, punching to the flesh.

He tried to tear open his shirt, but Shen Zhiyi tightly covered his neckline, "He Jingyao, are you crazy? Why are you tearing my clothes?"

His expression froze suddenly.

Seeing such a tacit and intimate couple opposite, the waves in He Jingyao's chest could hardly be suppressed.

His last bit of patience was consumed, "Shen Zhiyi, let me ask you one last time, follow me, or stay here?"

Shen Zhiyi didn't raise his head or lift his eyes, and said a few words indifferently, "Let's go, Mr. He, please don't bother us!"

Shen Zhiyi responded with an eye for an eye, and every word he said hurt people more than him.

What about "Do you just like things you don't want so much? If so, then you wait, and when Shen Zhiyi and I get divorced, you can just pick them up!" He Jingyao, do you think you are the only one who is ruthless?
Sure enough, Shen Zhiyi saw a nearly cracked expression on this man's face.