The king of rebirth meets his ex-husband

Chapter 291
Going out of the porch and through the courtyard, she was forced to retreat step by step, while he forced forward step by step.

At the gate, Chitose Miyuki stepped out the last foot, and the gate closed immediately.The last sentence was sent out from the door, "No!"

Chitose Miyuki's tears rushed out "swish", she immediately covered her mouth with her hand, remembering what the elders said and dared not make a sound.

"Miss Chitose, is it convenient to talk?"

A strange voice came from behind, and Chitose Miyuki's tears were withdrawn reflexively.She straightened her face and sniffed before turning around.

In front of him, a tongue-pressing cap and black sunglasses.A typical on-site reporter's attire.

Chitose Miyuki glanced at it, turned around and ran towards her parking place without saying a word.No matter how inconsiderate she is, she also knows that this matter cannot be brought up in front of the global audience.It doesn't matter if her own image is damaged, if it affects the career of the thief brother, it will be a big mistake that she cannot forgive herself.

The reporter followed suit, with a smile in his voice, "Miss Chitose's actions are really touching. Even if she is wronged, she still hides it for him. But, if you do this for him, does he know a thing or two? Touch a thing or two? Give back a thing or two ?”

Chitose Miyuki stopped walking.

The reporter took off his sunglasses and said solemnly, "Miss Chitose gave up swimming and chose tennis because of him, won the only place for him in mixed doubles for him, and turned down all activities that the entertainment industry sincerely invited for him. Now, it is even more for He gave up the U.S. Open, which is the last of the four Grand Slam tournaments. How can a foreign woman be able to match such a sincere and sincere infatuation that is willing to be silent?"

Chitose Miyuki looked up.

The reporter smiled and handed over his business card with both hands, "I am from Tokyo Sports News, and my name is..."

"It's written on the business card, so there's no need to introduce yourself again." Miyuki Chitose interrupted him, and took the business card, "Okay, I'll make a note of it, I'll contact you later."

After finishing speaking, Chitose Miyuki turned back into her car and left at a high speed.

The red car shadow disappeared around the corner, and a certain reporter straightened up his bowed body.

Brushing off the dust that didn't exist on his body, he put on his sunglasses again, his respectful demeanor disappeared, and the corner of his sneering mouth curled up.

Aoba had a very good two days.

Because it is early pregnancy, any nausea and vomiting reactions have not yet appeared.The only response is a super appetite.The original three meals a day became five meals a day, and the meals were based on her appetite, and there was a supervisor for each meal.Except for Tezuka Kuniharu who was at work, the supervisor was either Tezuka Ayana or Tezuka Kuniichi.Every time she eats, she must eat nutritious meals with absolute scientific proportions in strict accordance with the prescribed order.

And when she wants to express a little bit of disagreement, if the supervisor is Tezuka Ayana, she will get endless nagging on the theme of "unfilial piety", and within a minute, she must be the first to compromise; if The supervisor is Tezuka Kuniichi, she will only get a one-word comment, "green", but infinite echoes will automatically appear.Whenever this happens, she must immediately straighten her body, straighten her neck, and stuff the rest of the food into her stomach, as long as her grandfather doesn't call her.

There was also a matter about Tezuka Kunimitsu in the Japanese room at home, but everyone ignored it in unison.

When passing by the door of the Japanese room, she would not take a second look, and the elders in the family would not squint.

Everyone, including herself, Qiqi created a quiet and peaceful ivory tower-like "sterile" environment for the little effort in her stomach.

It wasn't until September [-]nd, the third day after her accident, when she woke up from a nap, that the half-squatting figure in front of the bed reminded her that the baby still had a father.

With sleepy eyes closed, she raised the corners of her lips subconsciously.It was raised halfway, and then quickly retracted.

Now is not the life when he loved her!In this life, he really can't say whether he loves her or not!When this thought arose, even when she saw his haggard face covered with bloodshot eyes, she didn't feel that shocking.

She suddenly remembered that that year, the moment he appeared in front of her on the boat, the deep waves in the depths of his eyes were dark and painful like ancient wells, which made her feel even more heartbroken.

Qing Qing sat up, unwilling to continue to think about his affection in that life, and even less want to see the exact same face of that person squatting beside the bed.In a car accident, it was wrong for her to act recklessly, and it was also wrong for him to act in a misleading manner.

"Aoba." Tezuka Kunimitsu broke the calm, his voice was hoarse and weak.After kneeling for three days, he only needed water to maintain his normal life needs. It can be said that he did not eat a single drop of rice.This is the tradition of the Japanese room, and he should abide by it, and this time, he felt that he had to punish himself like this.

It was only after a call from the emergency center three days ago that he realized that his wife, who had always been gentle and had never spoken loudly, had such a strong side.Calm as an iceberg, he couldn't help being stunned on the spot at the time, unable to react at all.The phone also said that his wife was pregnant... He was stupid for a long time, and when he realized that he wanted to rush to the hospital, he was punished directly into the Japanese room by the grandfather who rushed over after hearing the news.

After kneeling for three days, his body was straight, without any compromise, and his eyes were never closed.Because as soon as he closed it, he thought of her personal belongings scattered all over the floor at the door. He couldn't face up to himself who caused this disaster, and for the first time, he felt a sense of fear.

He was afraid of his unborn child, afraid that it would die young.He was still afraid of his wife, afraid that he would never see him again... until a day later, her breath reappeared in this house, and his nerves relaxed a little after a day and a night, but he still felt a faint pain.

Three days later, he pushed away the hot porridge his mother had prepared for him, and immediately climbed up to the bedroom on the second floor with stiff legs. The longing for not seeing each other for two years was as strong as it was now for three days.

At the corner of the stairs, his thigh slammed into the handrail of the stairs with a "boom", and the numbness and tingling instantly reached the depths of his heart. He frowned and even suppressed his muffled groans quietly.In the past two days, he could hear that she had developed the habit of taking a nap.He was afraid of affecting her rest.

He knocked softly on the door, and the figure sleeping peacefully on the bed immediately moistened his eyes, and the feeling of regaining his loss made him want to kneel down and thank God for the first time.

(End of this chapter)