Dear wife: please be gentle, president

Compared to his cold tone and indifferent expression, zhang quting was just standing by the side, crying in a low voice. She was very sad.

At this time, grandma ye rapped her walking stick hard on the ground." What kind of attitude is that?" "

"My attitude is that I will never marry zhang quting! Ye yimo enunciated each word with a loud and powerful voice.

"Mother! Zhang quting burst into tears and threw herself into mother zhang's arms. She was in the arms of the elders, looking for comfort and crying.

"Good child, don' t cry, don' t cry ..." Mother zhang patted her shoulder and gently consoled her. She raised her eyes and glared at ye yimo with anger.

Zhang quting's mother, who had always been known as a gentle and virtuous lady, now had a fierce look on her face.it was obvious how angry he was.

"Are you going to be a man of your heart? "Grandma ye said in a low voice. To be honest, no matter which path ye yimo had previously crossed and what he had done, she could turn a blind eye to whatever method he had used in the business world. However, he had to stick to his basic bottom line!

"What about the child in her womb? She's carrying your child and my grandson, the eldest grandson of the ye family! "

"Yes, if the child in her womb was really mine, I would be responsible for it! Ye yimo was still neither servile nor haughty.

"Ye yimo, what do you mean by that? Our little ting has only had sex with you. If the child is not yours, who else could it be?! When mother zhang heard what he said, she immediately questioned him, believing in her daughter's innocence.

Zhang quting buried her head deep in her mother's arms so that no one could see her expression.zhang zhenhua's expression was not very good, and it was obvious that all of this was outside of his plan.he had thought that no matter how willful ye yimo was, he would still listen to the elders of the ye family, but it was really not easy to make things like this.

"Ye yimo, you have to think clearly. Xiao ting's stomach is filled with your blood, not a cat or a dog. "Said zhang zhenhua.

"I hear you very well. "

"Even so, do you not care? "

"It doesn't matter. It seemed that no matter how much they tried to bully and seduce him, he would not change his attitude easily.

"You want to lose face, but the ye family can' t afford to lose this person. The zhang family can' t afford to lose this person. You and xiao ting have a child, so I won' t give her a title. In this way, not only will our families be ridiculed, but you will also ruin xiao ting's life. Do you really not care? Grandma ye's voice slowed down a little, trying to persuade ye yimo with logic.

"I say my position for the last time. If the child in zhang quting's stomach was really mine, and she insisted on giving birth, I would definitely take responsibility, but only for the child, for her, I have no responsibility and obligation. After all, how did this child come? You know better than I do. "

"Do you want your child to be born without a mother? Zhang zhenhua gritted his teeth.

"Of course he will have a mother, and his mother will be my only wife! Ye yimo smiled, his expression cold, and a hint of mockery flashed across his lips." Not that scheming woman." "

"The more you talk, the more you go overboard ..."

After that, ye yimo pretended not to hear what they were arguing about. He turned around and left. Although his back was cold and casual, his heart was filled with emotions ...

Is this zhang quting really pregnant? How could this be? Damn it, he didn' t realize that the medicine they gave him was so strong, and he was too careless after that.

However, even if he had reminded zhang quting to prevent pregnancy, she would still try to conceive her child. After all, she had schemed once, so it wasn' t a big deal to plot again.

Ye yimo didn' t go back to the hospital room, instead, he looked for zhang quting's doctor to confirm that she was indeed pregnant for four weeks.

At this moment, the darkness in his pupils widened again.

After staying outside for a while, ye yimo returned to the ward.

However, when he opened the door, he found that the bed was empty.

In fact, after ye yimo left, fu qing felt that she was alone in the hospital room, so she was so bored that she asked the nurse to push her to the hospital garden to get some air.

To be honest, she had gotten used to the fast-paced life for the past three years. Every day, she was planning her next move. She had to go through all the big and small things herself.

Ever since she was injured, she had been lying on the bed all day long. Although ye yimo often chatted with her, reading crayons and reading books that she liked, it wasn' t boring.

However, this feeling of being idle all of a sudden was not very comfortable, as if a part of her life had been forcibly taken away.

The private hospital is beautifully landscaped and pleasing to the eye, where many patients walk and bask in the sun.

It was true that the hospital could see all kinds of human beings. When fu qing was strolling around in the garden with his wheelchair, everyone's face looked so clear, but their expressions were not the same. Some people were tortured by the pain and looked pale and dispirited. Some of them didn' t look good, but they gave off a calm and calm feeling.

Fu qing specifically chose a place with sparse sunlight under the shade, both can feel the warmth of the sun, but not too much sun.

She breathed slowly into the garden's light flowery air and enjoyed the natural freshness, but her eyes were drawn to the twin boys who were kicking the little ball.

They were about four or five years old, with makeup and a cute little face. And the movements do not look very adept, there is a child's unique clumsiness and cute.

They ran there, their mouth still cackled, the original tender cheeks of a faint blush, forehead out of thin beads of sweat, let people look more like.

The two angels, who were laughing like silver bells, made the originally lifeless hospital look alive. The only thing that was lacking in beauty was the fact that both of them were wearing hospital gowns.

A woman in her early 30s, sitting in a chair next to them, smiled as she watched the two of them play, occasionally reminding them to be safe and careful.

"Are they sick? "Asked fu qing curiously.

The woman nodded her head. Her eyes were tired, but she still looked so gentle and beautiful. She did not hurt his beauty at all.

Fu qing really wanted to ask what was wrong with such a lovely little angel, but he was afraid of touching other people's privacy and had to give up.