I forget you in the depths of time

Chapter 123 How to Help Me Take Care of My Woman
"I'll go with you." Not only did he not let go of his hand, but he also lifted the quilt, making a gesture to get up.

Song Qingyue's head was full of black lines, "Why do you follow me to the toilet?"

"Prevent you, a cruel woman, from killing my son."

"..." Choking on his words, Song Qingyue glared at him angrily, "How dare you? Aren't you going to dig my father's grave?"

"Shen Yichen, please be quiet! I don't want to call the doctor to scold me again later!" Opened his fingers one by one, "Let go, I really want to go to the bathroom!"

Reluctantly letting go, Shen Yichen's gaze was glued to her, and Song Qingyue went to the toilet in the ward's own bathroom and came out.

Standing at the door, he said coldly, "I'm going to the company, and Uncle Geng will come to the hospital to accompany you later."

"Song Qingyue, come back to me!"

What responded to him was the sound of the door being slammed shut, Shen Yichen's teeth itched in anger, and the injury on his waist hurt when he moved, and he had to sit back on the bed obediently.

Song Qingyue hadn't shown her face since she came here in the morning, and Shen Yichen's face became more and more ugly throughout the day.

This dead woman!
Unable to sit still, he lifted the quilt and moved out of bed with difficulty.

"President, you can't get out of bed, the doctor asked you to rest."

"Keep quiet, push the wheelchair over here." Shen Yichen couldn't help but swear after the fire all day.

Shao Ming had no choice but to push the wheelchair over. Shen Yichen sat in the wheelchair and asked, "Where is Song Qingyue?"

"Young mistress?" Shao Ming thought for a while, "It seems that Director Lin made an appointment to make an apology, and the young mistress agreed."

"What?!" Shen Yichen's face was as black as the bottom of the pot this time, "Go and drive, go there now!"

"But…"

"Are you deaf? Can't hear what I'm saying?!"

Shao Ming had no choice but to push Shen Yichen downstairs and drive.

……

"Manager Song is really beautiful and capable." The man who had already drunk grabbed her hand, "It's not as good as Manager Song, but I'm here to do things, and I promise to make Manager Song comfortable, no need Serving people in public."

Song Qingyue pulled out her hand and smiled faintly, "District Chief Cheng, you drank too much."

The man who was holding her hiccupped, "Nonsense! I can drink well! Let me tell you, a woman like you should be pampered. If you follow me, I won't treat you badly..."

"Really? I don't know how District Chief Cheng will help me take care of my woman?"

The blue veins on Shen Yichen's forehead were faintly throbbing, and he stared at Song Qingyue with deep black eyes, "Why don't you come here and ask me to invite you?"

"Shen..." Seeing him suddenly appear, Song Qingyue was stunned, "Why did you leave the hospital?"

He sneered, "You don't seem to want to see me come out, why? Did I interrupt your good business?"

"Shen Yi..." Considering that there were other people around her, she suppressed her dissatisfaction and did not argue with him.

"Who are you?!" District Chief Cheng obviously got drunk, pointing at Shen Yichen and cursing, "Which onion do you dare to rob someone from me? Do you know who I am?!"

The other people at the dinner were also sobered up by his words. Although Shen Yichen is just a businessman, his methods are no worse than those in the officialdom, and the Shen family has a military background, so naturally they cannot be provoked.

"I really don't know who you are." Shen Yichen stared coldly at the flushed man, like looking at a dead man, "Song Qingyue, don't make me say it a second time."

She got up, walked slowly to his side, Shen Yichen raised his hand, and Shao Ming knowingly handed over the wet tissue.

He forcibly clasped Song Qingyue's hand, vigorously wiped the wrist held by District Chief Cheng, and then threw it unceremoniously into the other's face.

"Rubbish."

"What are you talking about!" The drunk man was irritated by his actions, he slapped the table and got up, and was stopped by Shao Ming just as he was about to rush forward.

"Shao Ming, let him sober up properly."

Shen Yichen gave a cold order, then looked at Song Qingyue, and said with a half-smile, "What? Are you lingering, or are you going to let me push it away?"

Song Qingyue remembered that he was injured because of herself, she couldn't bear it, she resigned to her fate and pushed him away. In the corridor, she couldn't help muttering, "He died again..."

"Say something sneakily, do you think I can't hear you?"

"... "

"What did you run out for?"

Shen Yichen snorted coldly, obviously not wanting to talk to her.

After pushing Shen Yichen out of the restaurant, she asked, "Where is the car parked?"

"Don't drive when you're pregnant, call a taxi."

Song Qingyue pushed him to the side of the road and stopped a taxi. It would be troublesome to get in the taxi. The driver kindly came down to help, but Shen Yichen refused to let the other party touch him.

Looking at Song Qingyue who was standing aside and watching coldly, "You, come here."

"I?"

Song Qingyue pointed at herself, "Don't forget, I'm a pregnant woman, won't you be afraid of hurting the baby in my stomach if you let me help you, a tall, burly man?"

The probing gaze looked at her from head to toe, not even letting go of her hair, parting the corners of her lips with a half-smile, "Pregnant woman? Baby?"

She nodded, and the ridicule in Shen Yichen's eyes became stronger, "A pregnant woman is still stepping on seven-inch high heels and going out to socialize and drink with a group of men, Miss Song, don't you have the common sense that even children have? Just say that, who Would believe you were a pregnant woman?"

Song Qingyue looked at her feet, curled her lips uncomfortably, and reluctantly stepped forward to help him into the car.

The taxi driver had already returned to the car and waited. When Song Qingyue helped him up, Shen Yichen deliberately pressed his body on her, and clasped her waist with his big hands.

Unbearable Song Qingyue said angrily, "Shen Yichen, can you be more disciplined?!"

"I'm very disciplined."

With a smirk, he pressed his body against her body with no good intentions, sticking to her body like an octopus.

"Shen Yichen, are you lame! Why don't you stand up!"

"Miss Song, have you forgotten that my wound is on my waist, and it's normal for me to be unable to stand upright. Also, are you taking advantage of me by breaking up with me all the time here and not helping me into the car?"

The corners of her eyes twitched slightly, she glanced at the hand that was wiping her waist, and glared at him angrily, "I'll give you three seconds to stand up obediently."

"Three seconds doesn't seem to be enough." Shen Yichen spoke nonsense in a serious manner, making it clear that he was going to be sloppy.

Song Qingyue bent her lips and showed a sweet smile, "I don't think it takes me three seconds to slap me. Mr. Shen, do you want to try?"

Shen Yichen held the door of the taxi with one hand, and the gentleman smiled, "I am a patient, and the doctor should put the patient first."

"Really?" She always had a gentle smile, "But I'm not a doctor now, and Mr. Shen, have you forgotten that I used to be an obstetrician and gynecologist, are you my patient? Oh~ I can't tell You are also pregnant with a baby, so you need someone to support you in the car."

After finally getting Shen Yichen into the car, Song Qingyue sat in the front seat angrily.

Seeing this, Shen Yichen kicked the passenger seat, "Sit in the back."

"do not want!"

"The passenger seat is not safe. The cases of car accidents every year show that the driver's seat and the passenger seat are the most dangerous places. Hurry up and sit in the back."

"Don't!" She turned her head, stared at him and said word by word, "Even if I am smashed into a meatloaf here, it is better than being with you, the plague god!"

"you!"

"Mister and Miss, where are you... going?"

From the very beginning, Shen Yichen and Song Qingyue had been arguing non-stop, and now they are still in the car, and the driver also finds it difficult, interrupting their quarrel at an inappropriate time.

Shen Yichen gave Song Qingyue a gloomy look, "Go to Lishui City."

"Why do you want to go to Lishui City, I want to go home."

Unbearably yelling at her, "Song Qingyue, shut up! If you dare to talk back again, believe it or not, I'll dig your father's grave right now."

"Childish!" Song Qingyue was very angry, she turned around and sat down, Shen Yichen's face was livid.

The driver who started the car silently muttered in his heart, childish?He sees both of them as childish...

After finally sending the two of them to Lishui City, the driver drove away as if fleeing, leaving the two of them staring and waiting.

Pushing him upstairs, Shen Yichen stopped her when she reached the door, "Take off your shoes."

He took out another pair of light pink ladies slippers from the shoe cabinet at the door and threw them on the ground, "Wear these."

"Shen Yichen, why are you such a girl? You are a man who buys shoes and pink, you must be sick!"

"If you don't want me to do anything to you here, you'd better shut up." Shen Yichen gave her a cool look, Song Qingyue suddenly felt a chill on her back, shut her mouth, and took off her high heels.

As soon as he entered the room, Shen Yichen said, "The bedroom is on the second floor, and the cloakroom is on the first floor. There are also clean clothes in the bedroom closet. You can go take a bath, change your clothes and have a good rest."

"Women's clothes?"

"Otherwise you want to wear mine?"

Song Qingyue heheed twice, turned and went upstairs, and only reached the middle of the stairs when she heard Shen Yichen's faint words from behind, "The clothes are bought according to your size and preferences, and no other women have been here except you."

She was startled, the corners of her lips raised slightly uncontrollably, but her mouth was still stiff, she turned around and said coldly, "Did I ask you? What are you trying to explain to me?"

"You woman is really..."

Seeing Shen Yichen deflated, Song Qingyue showed a rare smile, her brows and eyes turned into crescent moons, and she put her hands on her lower abdomen, "You'd better not yell, or I won't be responsible for what happens to this piece of meat if you scare me. "

After speaking, she went upstairs contentedly.

Shen Yichen's private apartment is a duplex apartment. The entire second floor is occupied by bedrooms. The door is push-pull. She opened the door and opened the closet. Sure enough, she saw a variety of women's clothes hanging in the closet. The tag was not taken off.

When she took her clothes and was about to take a shower, Song Qingyue cast a disgusted look at the fully transparent bathroom.

How boring is it to build this kind of bathroom?
Before taking a bath, she was extra careful, locked the door behind her, and then went to take a bath with peace of mind, soaking in the bathtub.

But she only forgot that Shen Yichen was the owner here, pushed the door but didn't open it, Shen Yichen took the key from behind the vase by the door to open the door.

Song Qingyue buried her whole body in the bathtub, leaving only her little head outside.

"Pregnant women should not soak in the bathtub for too long."

The sudden sound startled her, and she screamed, "Ah!!"

(End of this chapter)