Mr.Qin is too deep into the love: my wife, I lose!

That's right.

Qin Shijin should live in many places as an identity. I thought Qin Shijin would also live here, but after listening to him, it seemed that her worry was superfluous and her expression was much more relaxed.

Moreover, their previous environment is too poor compared with here.

Qin Shijin should have arranged everything here. Ruirui would be better taken care of if she rested here. What's more, she really doesn't know how to face this... Strange husband?

"By the way, I have to go back and get something. Take care of Ruirui for me."

Suddenly, I moved here. There are still some things I haven't brought in time.

Moreover, Ruirui seems to like Qin Shijin very much. She is relieved to give her to him.

"I'll take you there," Qin Shijin said.

Qiao Wenyang wanted to refuse. Before he could speak, he interrupted her, "it takes half an hour to walk down the mountain here, and I can't stop the car after I go out."

He reminded Qiao Wenyang that this is a villa area and there was no taxi at all, so Qiao Wenyang * had no room to resist. When he went down, Qiao Wenyang explained to sister-in-law Cheng before leaving.

She stuffed her clothes and some related documents into the box.

When I was packing up, I saw a thick album. Dust had accumulated on the black album. This album carried a lot of memories... All at once.

Qin Shijin came in after smoking a cigarette outside. He saw Qiao Wenyang half squatting on the ground, holding the album in his hand in a daze, and suddenly reminded him.

"Are you finished?"

"Oh, right away."

She pressed the album into the box. Qin Shijin looked at it and took back his eyes.

Qiao Wenyang felt sad at the bottom of his eyes.

It seems that this album... Carries many of her past secrets. Can you think about the past with the album from time to time? Qin Shijin was unhappy in his eyes and uncomfortable in his heart.

She lives in a dilapidated old community, mostly old people. After cleaning the house, Qiao Wenyang returns the key to the landlord, and then goes down with the suitcase in his hand. Qin Shijin has neatly carried the suitcase from the seventh floor to the downstairs.

She followed.

The black car stopped low-key and domineering at the door of the old building and put things in the car. Qin Shijin sat on it. Qiao Wenyang went to pull the door of the rear compartment and couldn't open it. The man in front turned back and motioned her to sit in front. He was still in a stalemate, but Qiao Wenyang saw the eyes of the people around him and sat on it.

Sit up and fasten your seat belt. The man is on your left. Qiao Wenyang always feels like a heavy pressure above his head.

Sitting upright in the carriage, like a child.

Qin Shijin steered the steering wheel with both hands and pulled the car out. The car slowly merged into the traffic flow.

Qiao Wenyang turned her head and looked out of the window. Suddenly, there was a pain in her abdomen, and then a heat flow came up under her body. Her face turned white and her hand consciously pressed on her abdomen.

"Uncomfortable?"

Qiao Wenyang shook his head after hearing Qin Shijin's question, "no..."

Qin Shijin had parked his car on the side of the road and turned to ask, "stomach discomfort?"

He looked at Qiao Wenyang, covering his abdomen with one hand, and pushed open the door to go down.

Qiao Wenyang asked hurriedly, "where are you going?"

"No stomach discomfort?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Qiao Wenyang found it hard to tell how she told the man about it.

After giving birth to the child, she didn't rest well. In order to support Ruirui, she washed clothes in cold water, went to work and worked part-time before she was born, so it's not allowed at all during the physiological period. Every time she came, it would hurt to death, but she insisted on putting up with it. It would only take two days.

"It's not my stomach..." Qiao Wenyang shook his head and said, "I'm fine. You drive back. Ruirui is alone. I'm not at ease."

Her face was pale. Qin Shijin reached out to her forehead and only met a cold sweat. His hand was close, but Qiao Wenyang didn't have the strength to step back. The man's black eyes pressed slightly, "it's already like this. Do you want to insist? You don't want to die?"

"..." she was very angry, "it's just the physiological period. Suddenly it's ahead of schedule."

Qin Shijin bit her lip and understood what was wrong with her. He drove her to the hospital again, hung up her number and turned her out again. When he came back, he carried a large bag of sanitary supplies in his hand.