Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"So, he's all right?"

"It's okay now, but it's better to follow up for a while to see."

Sikong Lingge's heart had already calmed down a little.

Hearing what Shangguan Zhixing said, he brought it up again in an instant, "Shangguan Rui——"

"It's okay, I just have some occupational disease." Shangguan Zhixing said.

Sikong Lingge looked deeply at Shangguan Zhixing.

For the first time, I didn't completely believe her words like before.

Because, in her heart, there was a strong sense of foreboding.

I feel that this is not Shangguan Zhixing's occupational disease, there must be something abnormal.

Otherwise, Shangguan Zhixing would not be so cautious...

He was even afraid that he would see her profile.

In this situation, how can Sikong Lingge believe that Shangguan Rui is really okay?

But Shangguan Zhixing didn't want to say it, and she had no way of knowing——

Even if Shangguan Zhixing spread all the information in front of him, Sikong Linge couldn't help it.

Because, she doesn't understand those data and professional terms at all...

Unless Shangguan Zhixing said for sure.

Otherwise, with Shangguan Rui's physical condition, Sikong Lingge could only choose to believe what Shangguan Zhixing said.

Of course, Sikong Lingge believed in Shangguan Zhixing.

No matter what problem Shangguan Rui has, Shangguan Zhixing has a solution.

But the problem is, knowing that there is a problem, but not being told what the problem is...

This situation is really embarrassing...

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Leaving Shangguan Zhixing's laboratory, Sikong Lingge has not recovered from this concealed emotion.

I couldn't help but wonder if it was wrong for me to hide Shangguan Rui's pregnancy...

Shangguan Rui doesn't know now.

If he knew that he had something to hide from him, he would definitely feel bad.

Sikong Lingge even thought, why don't we just tell Shangguan Rui?

But when he thought that this child might not belong to Shangguan Rui, the courage that Sikong Linge finally mustered up faded away again...

How to do?

Sikong Lingge stood at the door, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do...

"Young Mistress...Young Mistress...Young Mistress?" A servant's voice came from next to my ear.

Sikong Linge was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, "What?"

"Master is looking for you."

"Oh, I'll go in right away." As Sikong Linge said, he was about to push the door.

The servant stopped her, "Young Mistress."

"what happened?"

"Master, I will give you this when you come back." The servant gave Sikong Lingge a mask.

Sikong Lingge was slightly stunned, remembering that after Shangguan Rui knew that he was sick, the first thing he did was to put on a mask for himself——

Before, he was not so careful.

Occasionally, when Shangguan Rui became self-willed, he would deliberately infect himself with a cold...

But this time, he did it impeccably...

Did you find something?

Sikong Lingge frowned.

"Young grandma?"

"what?"

"Please put on your mask, the young master told you so."

"Oh, okay." Sikong Lingge put on the mask.

The servant opened the door for her.

Sikong Lingge walked in and saw Shangguan Rui leaning against the head of the bed with an uneasy expression on his face.

The curtains in the bedroom were completely drawn, and the lights were not turned on.

The light was very dim, and for a while, it was completely unclear what was going on inside.