But... really, no time to think about it?

During these days, Lan Yanshu called the cell phone a few times. At first, she answered it because the other party was the president. In the past few days, his topic changed from general greetings to caring about her stomach. I dare not answer the phone.

Several times the phone rang and was not picked up by a colleague. When asked, she faltered for a long time and couldn't answer. To avoid future troubles, she simply turned off the phone.

Presumably anticipating her avoidance, Lan Yanshu didn't call the office to find her, but changed to an e-mail, one every day, with the same content.

The menstruation was late, she didn't dare to say it, and she knew that she should figure it out earlier, but she didn't have the courage to buy a pregnancy test stick. [

Ugh.

Glancing at the alarm clock on the table, he closed the half-seen books spread out on the desk, and sighed long.

She just stood up, before she could put the book on the shelf, her mother's eager voice came from outside the door: "Li Ming, call, Wen Xia is calling."

Ask Xia?Why doesn't she call her cell phone?

Lin Liming suspiciously picked up the phone on the desk, only to realize that the phone had been turned off, took out the spare battery from the shelf, and yelled out the door while replacing it.

"Mom, please wait a moment, I'll come right away."

As soon as she came out, the blessed mother immediately put down the phone and came up to her, her brows were full of worry: "Li Ming, what happened between you and Wen Xia?"

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