Good Morning, Dear

Cheng Qingyao did not contact Tan Yeying again.

Tan Yeying will stay in front of the button every day and wait for her to go online.

Mo Li has not changed much. He is still busy with business during the day and socializing at night. When the company had a dinner on Friday, he still brought his girlfriend to attend, drank some wine and left with her. He didn't know where he went.

Cheng Qingyao didn't ask about Mo Li's news and didn't have the chance to touch the computer again. She was a little depressed and cried hard on her side in bed. Nanyoujin didn't dare to go anywhere. She gathered around the bed and kneaded her for a while and massaged her for a while, trying her best to reduce her burden.

"Six months and fifteen days, Yao Yao, you are so powerful." after five days of difficulty, Nan Youjin was as tired as a dog and still felt very happy.

Cheng Qingyao touched her stomach and smiled: "the baby is very good. He doesn't make too much noise when he knows I'm uncomfortable. It doesn't hurt to kick me. How do they say that her daughter is her mother's sweet little cotton padded jacket? That's true."

Nan Youjin said, "how do you know it's a daughter? What if it's a son?"

"If I were a son, I would turn him into a son."

"... so evil?"

Cheng Qingyao spits mischievously and asks again: "Youjin, I'm not very uncomfortable at the moment. You can play with the computer for me. I'm bored lying like this every day."

"Don't think about it."

"If you don't want to, it's more boring."

"Last time I finished writing my diary, I saw you unhappy for several days. Forget it this time. If you want to write something down, write it down on paper and record it on the computer after birth. I don't want you to be unhappy, let alone have a problem at this time." Nan Youjin didn't agree. He didn't agree whatever she said.

She had no choice but to turn on the TV and watch cartoons.

He sat next to him. After a while, his cell phone suddenly rang. He took out his cell phone and startled himself. What's the situation? How long hasn't this number called his cell phone? What's the matter today? The sun comes out from the west?

"The doctor watched her for me and I went out to answer the phone. Remember, don't play with the computer for her." Nan Youjin hurried out and didn't forget to tell her about the computer. Cheng Qingyao was so angry that she wanted to drop the remote control and made a nasty face at him.

He smiled and went to the little window to answer the phone. His tone was a little unstable and complex: "don't leave?!"

"It's me." Mo Li's voice was very calm. The calm was still cold in the deep winter: "I haven't been in touch for a long time. How's it going?"

"Not bad, and you?"

"I'm fine. But to be honest, I haven't remembered anything between us."

"Oh, it's okay. Take your time. It's urgent. Are you all right now? Will your head hurt? I heard..."

Mo Li doesn't like to listen to his leisure shame. He interrupts in a impatient cold voice: "they always come to me and always mention you in front of me. Your mobile phone number has always been stored in my mobile phone, so I think I have to contact you in London."

"Have you arrived in London? Are you in London now?"

"Yes! What? Are you free? Would you like to come out and meet?"

"This..." it was too unexpected. She was completely unprepared. Nan Youjin was a little flustered. It was exciting to receive his call. Now she came to London and asked to meet: "this, I..."

"Why? Inconvenient?" Mo Li's voice was a little colder. Compared with the previous warm tone, it was just a heaven and a earth.

Nan Youjin couldn't refuse, but she was really unprepared. She didn't know what to talk about when meeting him: "I'm not..."

"What's that? Don't want to see me?"

"No, no, how can I not want to see you? You are my best friend. I don't want to see anyone. I can't not want to see you..."

"OK, is that where I'm looking or where you're looking?"

"..." Nan Youjin wanted to die. She felt forced to Liangshan. She didn't know where to retreat. But what are you talking about? What can we talk about? Say more wrong, don't say more wrong. Forget it, say it. Anyway, I can't hide the child's affairs from him: "well, it's not that I don't want to see you. Don't get me wrong! Well, my wife is pregnant and has an unstable fetus. She has been raising the fetus in the hospital for more than six months. I can't live without people around me..."

"Toot" came, Moli hung up his phone. All his unfinished words were stuck in his throat, and his mood was rolling. It was not a taste in every way. However, he had just walked back to the ward for five minutes. Mo Li's phone called again: "see you in the ward or in the reception hall?"

"I'll go. What's the matter with you?" Nan Youjin hurried outside and didn't dare let Cheng Qingyao hear these: "you've arrived at the hospital? How do you know where I'm in?"

"In your capacity, of course, you should live in the best hospital. Wang Yuheng has always been in touch with you. I can find him if I want to ask. If I don't want to find him, it's not difficult to find someone to check. Nan Youjin, I still have the ability to do such a small thing."

"OK, you're great. I'm afraid of you. On the 16th floor, coffee shop, wait for me. I'll tell my wife..."

Mo Li interrupted with no hurry and no delay: "you and my brother, your wife is pregnant, should I go to the ward to see her???"