Proud Wife Comes To My Arms

It's your child, that's the truth

when Zheng Jun went back with his lunch box, he suddenly felt better and hummed all the way.

Seeing that Wang Ye was still burying his head in the files, he asked her with a smile, "still watching?"

Wang Ye moves his eyelids, but he still doesn't look up.

He put the lunch box on the edge of Wang Ye's desk and found that the file bag on her left was 5cm higher than before he left.

"Powerful, gifted girl, you can see ten lines at a glance. You've seen it for half a day and I've seen it for two days. I admire you!"

Wang Ye still didn't speak.

“…”

Zheng Jun feels his head awkwardly and sits back in his seat. He squints at her, cocks his legs and shakes his feet. He thinks whether he wants to go to the canteen or not. Han Xuelin says that there is a lot of food. Is it going to eat or waiting for her to eat together? Who knows when she will go? After struggling for a long time, as soon as he got up, Wang Ye closed his file bag and put it on the pile he had seen on the left. Then he looked at Zheng Jun: "let's have dinner together."

"Although we've been waiting for so long in the dining hall, I don't want to wait for you."

"Your eyes just now have been staring at my lunch box. Is it because the canteen has been eating too long and you want to change your taste?"

Zheng Jun is quite speechless. He really can't hide anything from her eyes. If you want to find a wife in the future, you can't find her like this. Otherwise, she can guess where to hide her private money. It's terrible to learn psychology.

Wang Ye turns the lunch box open. There are two dishes and one soup. She used a small bowl to put some rice and vegetables into her own bowl and pushed the rest away.

"That's all you want?"

"I don't have the habit of taking a lunch break. If I eat too much, I feel sleepy easily."

"I know why you're not tall, because you don't like eating."

Wang Ye low scolded a sentence: "good cold joke."

Zheng Jun Originally wanted to ease the atmosphere, but he lifted a stone and hit his own foot.

He snorted and didn't want to talk to the girl who could kill her at any time.

Wang Ye said again: "have you seen the Xuelin you want to see?"

Hearing Wang Ye's words, Zheng Jun stuck a mouthful of rice in his mouth. For a moment, he covered his mouth and coughed violently. All the rice he had just eaten came out.

"You I am He points at Wang Ye, his fingers trembling with anger.

Wang Ye has a calm expression: "what are you shy about? My face is red. "

Zheng Jun turned his back to her and let his flustered expression have a buffer time: "food does not speak."

"Tut Tut, the old man is shy."

Old man? Zheng Jun vomited to death, "who is the old man?"

"The old man is the one who hasn't been in love in his thirties."

"Why do you talk so much bullshit when you have a meal?" Wang Ye spat out his tongue: "I was in a bad mood when I read the files just now. I want to find someone to vent my anger."

Zheng Jun

"But then again, officer Zheng, you don't look like an introverted man. Why do you suddenly become so shy when you see Xuelin? Is it compassion, or is it love that you can't help

Zheng Jun was impatient and interrupted her directly: "can you have a good meal?"

The expression on Wang Ye's face is very light, and he can't hear any emotion: "if you like her, you'd better tell her as soon as possible, because she has made a mistake,

before the grand finale comes, you still have a chance to tell her, otherwise your unique thoughts on her will be submerged in the dust of history with time."

After she finished, she didn't say a word and ate lunch quietly.

At first, Zheng Jun thought the meal was delicious, but when Wang Ye mixed it with it, his appetite became unexpectedly poor, and he almost stuffed the meal into his mouth.

Later, Zheng Jun's expression was a little lonely, immersed in some unknown emotions.

Wang Ye wiped his mouth with satisfaction, and his voice was happy: "I'm full."

Hearing this, Zheng Jun looked at her with a look of resentment. The dead girl came to conquer him.

When the nanny car was about to arrive at home, Han Xuelin suddenly told the driver, "go to prison."

Just talking with Zheng Jun, the baby in her stomach was very quiet. She didn't want to go back and wanted to see Lin Qing. Anyway, he is the father of the child. In the future, the child must grow up beside his father, which is conducive to the healthy development of the child's body and mind.

It took the car about two hours to get to the prison. When I got off, the sun was not so strong. When her feet just landed, she was a little unsteady, so she held the cars firmly.

The driver asked, "madam, are you not feeling well?"

Han Xuelin shook her head and said to him, "it's OK. Go and register."

Every time she goes to this place, it always reminds her of Han Mei. Until now, she doesn't know where Han Mei's body went? It's just a vague guess about the relationship with FranShe can't guess why. Maybe ask Lin Yao what he should know. I didn't ask all the time. I don't want to add trouble to myself, but it seems that I have to ask.

She narrowed her eyes, shaking away the complex emotions in her mind.

The supervisor came out and said to her, "Lin Qing said he didn't want to see you."

Han Xuelin's face was calm: "please tell him that I will come again at this time tomorrow. I just want the children to listen to their father's voice."

…

The next day Lin Qing still didn't see her.

Until the third day.

Most of Lin Qing's face is hidden in the shadow. He looks up at her, then lowers his head and says nothing. He didn't know what the purpose of this scheming woman was to come here, and he couldn't figure out what value he could make use of after she was reduced to this situation.

Han Xuelin first broke the peace between the two: "have you had a good time recently?" Lin Qing replied, "it's not good or bad."

"In three months, our baby will be born."

Lin Qing said calmly, "congratulations."

Ignoring the irony in his words, Han Xuelin said to herself, "have you ever thought about the child's name?"

Lin Qing sneered: "you should ask Lin yaocai about the name of the child. In your mind, he is the only one who deserves to be the father of the child."

Han Xuelin suddenly laughed: "this is your child. Do you say that you don't recognize him?"

"What do I know?"

Han Xuelin said word by word: "it's your child. It's a fact and can't be changed."

Lin Qing's mouth wriggled for a while. He didn't know what to say.

"Can you understand me when I say that?"

Lin Qing took an incredible look at her, and finally raised his head to look at her. It seemed as if there were waves in her eyes. After a while, he returned to calm: "I never thought about the name of the child."

Han Xuelin hesitated for a moment and then said, "actually, I have thought about it."

She stopped to ask for Lin Qing's advice. When she saw him nodding, she said, "call him Lin Bai. I hope he will be innocent all his life. His mother's mistakes have nothing to do with him. I hope you can raise him well in the future, and don't let him be blinded by the selfish desires of the world. "

"I will."

"Well, I'll go. I'll come to see you when I have time."

Lin Qing's voice became gentle: "after the baby is born, you hold it and let me have a look. Before that, don't come. It's not safe to run around with a big stomach."

Han Xuelin's dark eyes were watery, and she bent her lips to him with a smile: "I know."