Mr.Han's Pregnant Naughty Wife

"Can't you charge your mobile phone when it's dead? Also, why didn't you go home after work and let the driver pick you up?" Han Qichen's tone was full of danger, as if he were questioning Xue he why he didn't go home after work.

Xue he's originally stretched eyebrows suddenly tightened together, and his grievance was stronger than before. She also has her own circle of friends and things to deal with. Why does Han Qichen think her work is just a joke from beginning to end.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She can't be angry now. She must not be angry. Her mood will also affect the children in her stomach.

Touching his stomach, Xue he gradually calmed down.

He continued to be patient and said, "I talked to the people in the company, so I didn't go home."

"But didn't I say that now you still have to focus on the children in your stomach. What should you do if something goes wrong?"

Xue he flashed a cold smile around his mouth. His ultimate goal is just for the safety of the child. As long as the child is safe, her feelings are not within Han Qichen's consideration.

She grasped a corner of her clothes, and the haze on her face was incomprehensible.

"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first." There was a touch of bitterness in the fundus of his eyes, and he opened his mouth slowly.

Han Qichen clenched his powerful fist, and there was a thick chill in his fierce eyes.

There was a deep roar from her throat. Did the woman have a conscience. Just now he called Xue he. When she didn't get through, he felt his heart was about to stop beating. When he got through the phone for the second time and still no one answered, he wanted to go to her right away. He kept guessing whether something would happen to her in his mind.

"Are you really listening to me?" There was a trace of anger in his cold voice and bit his teeth. "From tomorrow on, you don't go to any studio without my permission. I'll inform aunt Cui to let her look at you."

Xue he suddenly felt a bolt from the blue and gasped, "I have explained to you why you should do this. I'm fine, and you can't do it. You're not qualified to restrict my personal freedom." Xue he almost roared out this sentence.

He can not care about his feelings or himself, but he can't do this to himself.

"If you really want to deal with the studio, I will send someone to send you the relevant information. You have been working at home recently." Han Qichen opened his mouth carelessly, as if he were saying something unimportant.

Xue he looked gloomy. "I don't need it. I'll go to the studio tomorrow."

"You..."

Without waiting for Han Qichen to say anything, Xue he just hung up the phone and the conversation would only deepen the quarrel between the two.

Han Qichen kicked on the desk with a bored foot. There was an impending impulse in his scarlet eyes. It was very good. She could easily provoke her anger.

Hung up the phone, Xue he covered his chest, gasped heavily, his face was pale, and he staggered twice.

Aunt Cui hurriedly came forward and stroked her, "madam, what's the matter with you? Is it physical discomfort?"

Xue he waved his hand. "I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. I want to go back to my room and have a rest."

Xue he sat on the bed, knees bent and hugged himself.

Looking out of the window into the darkness, I lost my mind.

Thinking, I don't know when I began to lose consciousness.