Chapter 212 Husband died half a year ago

After the ribbon-cutting, there were still some chamber activities; Qin Anhao was not interested in participating, so he went back to the guest room to rest.

Go upstairs.

Just as he was about to open the door and enter the guest room, he suddenly heard some familiar voices.

Following the voice, she turned her head and glanced, and saw a woman with a strong aura in professional work clothes from a distance. The voice was familiar from the back view, but the temperament was different from her impression.

Just as he was about to look away, the man turned his head at this moment.

The moment he saw Qin Anhao, he was taken aback for a moment, then smiled at Qin Anhao at last, took a step, and walked to Qin Anhao calmly.

"Long time no see, An Hao."

Liang's feelings have changed a lot, and his temperament and behavior seem to have been completely reborn.

Qin Anhao looked at Liang Qingqing, and after looking away, he also replied: "Long time no see, Qingqing... why are you here?"

"I work here. If it wasn't for you and Mr. Song, I would be..." As she said that, Liang Qingqing suddenly laughed. When she stands at a different height and has her own life pursuit, she will not be influenced by others.

Women, it is better to be self-reliant.

"I haven't seen you for so long, let me buy you a cup of tea." At the end, Liang Qingqing said something again, before she finished speaking, she glanced at Qin Anhao's belly. It seemed that it had been seven or eight months. Hu Chengsheng?

Qin Anhao didn't refuse Liang Qingqing's invitation, and sat down to have a cup of tea with Liang Qingqing.

When the tea master was making tea, Liang Qing introduced a few words about the clear tea the tea master brewed, saying that it was the sharpest tea before the rain, and it was not easy to store it after roasting.

Qin Anhao looked at Liang Qingqing and felt that the current Liang Qingqing not only speaks well, but also has an elegant and charming smile inadvertently.

People are more confident, polite, and temperamental.

Her charm does not lie in her appearance, but in herself.

Liang Qingqing said, noticing that Qin Anhao was staring at her, she suddenly stopped her voice, as if she felt that talking about tea was too occupational, so she asked with a light smile, "Is Anhao going to give birth soon?"

The stomach is not small.

Hearing this, Qin Anhao was slightly startled, looked down at his stomach, and finally replied: "It's only six months, not so fast." There are still eleven weeks until the due date.

The doctor said that during the eleven weeks, the mother might work harder because the baby matured, and suggested that the husband should take care of her at night.

It's a pity that Song Yizheng is not with her, and the nanny takes care of her at night.

"It looks like seven or eight months. I thought you were going to give birth soon."

It looked quite big, but I didn't expect that it was only six months, so it couldn't be twins.

Thinking of this, Liang Qingqing wanted to chat a little more. The tea master had already brewed the tea, so Liang Qingqing stopped talking and signaled Qin An to drink tea together.

Had tea.

Liang Qingqing temporarily received an intercom message from the service department, so she stopped talking to Qin An, got up and left beforehand, and asked Qin Anhao if she lived in room 20017.

Seeing Qin An's confirmation, she turned and left.

Liang Qingqing walked away, Qin Anhao didn't stay any longer, stood up and went back to the room to rest.

My stomach is getting heavier and heavier, and I am really tired.

Not long after Qin Anhao entered the room to rest, she heard the doorbell and walked over to open the door. Outside the door stood a girl in her early twenties, holding a pair of dolls in Hanfu, which she said was given to her and Mr. Song by Director Liang. one's gift.

The dolls are exquisite in workmanship, and the red Hanfu-like clothes are also full of ethnic characteristics.

Qin Anhao, who was holding the doll, remembered the past. Liang Qingqing always said that he wanted to hold a Chinese-style wedding to promote Chinese etiquette.

Thinking of the past, there is always some feeling.

After getting the doll, Qin Anhao was about to turn around and go back to the house, when he saw Song Yizheng walking over from a distance, turned his eyes away, and closed the door directly.

Song Yizheng saw Qin Anhao hiding when he saw him, and stretched out his hand to ring the doorbell, but suddenly, as if thinking of something, he withdrew the hand he just stretched out.

The girl who gave Qin Anhao a gift was dazed when she saw Mr. Song; she had looked at Mr. Song from a distance before, but she just felt that Mr. Song had an extraordinary temperament. attracts all eyes.

It wasn't until Mr. Song turned around and entered the next room that the girl regained her composure and went back to report that the gift had been delivered.

After closing the door and entering the room, Qin Anhao stared at the door panel for a while, seeing no movement, then withdrew his gaze, sat on the sofa watching TV with a complicated expression, and fell asleep after watching.

When she woke up, the TV was off, and she had an extra blanket on her body.

Suddenly guessing that it might be Song Yizheng, he quickly turned his head and looked around, but the room was empty.

Remove the quilt.

I was hungry and wanted to go downstairs to find something to eat; just as I went out, I accidentally saw the girl who had given her a doll before entering the room next to her.

Qin An remembered well that Song Yizheng lived next door.

Seeing a girl enter Song Yizheng's room, Qin Anhao turned around in a ghostly manner, wanting to go over to see the situation; but the door was closed, and what was going on inside couldn't be seen at all.

She suddenly remembered that Song Yizheng had said in bed before that he was a normal man with normal needs...

So, how many women has he needed in the past six months?

Suddenly, Qin Anhao felt a little unhappy in his heart, stood outside the door, thought for a moment, then turned around and went downstairs.

Qin Anhao originally wanted to eat directly in the hotel, but thinking that there was a woman in Song Yizheng's house, she felt uncomfortable, so she hailed a car, left the hotel, and went to the small noodle restaurant she had been to before.

I ordered a lot of food.

When sitting down to eat, the proprietress suddenly asked her, why didn't her husband come with her?

Qin Anhao raised his eyes, looked at the proprietress, and finally replied: "He died in a car accident half a year ago." After saying that, Qin Anhao bowed his head and ate noodles.

When the proprietress heard Qin Anhao's answer, her expression froze slightly, she said 'poor', then turned around and went back to work.

After eating the noodles, when Qin Anhao paid the bill, the proprietress gave her a waiver, saying that she was a woman, pregnant with a child, and her husband died, which was not easy.

Qin Anhao took the money that was going to be given to the proprietress, feeling like he was cheating. Just as he was about to forcibly hand it over to the proprietress, he suddenly heard someone behind him yelling "Qin Anhao".

It was Song Yizheng who was speaking, and when the proprietress said that Qin Anhao's husband died, it was not easy to be pregnant, his whole face darkened.

Gracefully took out the wallet, pulled out two new version of RMB, put it on the table, and left a sentence to the proprietress: "You don't need to look for it." After saying that, he turned and walked out.

The man walks steadily.

Song Yizheng suddenly appeared and paid the money, Qin Anhao didn't stay in the small noodle shop, and wanted to follow Song Yizheng out.

But as soon as he took a step, he felt that he shouldn't be walking with him, so he turned around and walked against him.

Before she turned around and took two steps, Song Yizheng grabbed her arm; the man stared sharply at Qin Anhao's eyes.

(End of this chapter)

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