Spoiled Wife: Husband, You're Enough

Trembling shoulders and subtle sobs, he looked in his eyes and listened in his ears.

Yes, he should be a heartless man, and he should do so. But, damn it, a strong sense of reluctance and heartache surged into his heart. He wanted to stand up and shout to her. Still, he had just stood up. Suddenly, everything turned around and dark in front of him. His body fell on the leather chair and had lost consciousness.

"Young master, how are you? Young master, wake up." when he found that Han Yi fainted, Wuzhen hurried forward with an arrow, grabbed his shoulder and shouted in panic.

The child painting who just came to the door and wanted to go out heard Wuzhen's panic cry and quickly turned back. He saw that Han Yitian fainted. His head was blank and there was no time to think about anything, but her feet seemed to run past consciously. Then she heard her nervous and frightened Scream: "Han Yitian, what's the matter with him?"

"The young master fainted." it was all her. If it wasn't for her, the young master wouldn't faint so excitedly. Wu Zhen glared at her darkly, and then picked up the phone on the desk to call the doctor.

"Han Yitian, what's the matter with you? Wake up... Don't scare me, Han Yitian..." an inexplicable fear seized her mind. The child painting shook his arm and almost shed tears.

"Go away." after the phone call, she covered her hand, pushed her hand away impolitely, then picked up the unconscious Han Yitian and walked to the door.

The flustered children's painting didn't think much and immediately followed up.

Wuzhen helped Han Yitian back to the room. When Wuzhen saw that she still wanted to follow her into the room, he immediately blocked the door and said unhappily, "don't you think you're angry enough?"

"I don't want to be angry with him. I just care about him and let me in." Tong Hua looked at him with begging eyes.

"No, the young master certainly doesn't want to see you. You go." Wu Zhen said coldly.

"If he says this to me personally, I'll go." the child painting saw that his tone was so hard, and she changed into a persistent tone.

"Why do you stay?" Wu Zhen saw that she insisted, and a sarcastic sneer appeared on her face.

"I......" Tong Hua bit his teeth and said forcefully: "just because I am the mother of his child, is this qualified?"

"What?" Wu Zhen looked at her in amazement, calm down, and there were signs of collapse for the first time.

"Doesn't he always want me to have his baby? Maybe he has his seed in my stomach. I'm his child's mother. Why do you stop me when I come to see the child's father?" since he doesn't eat soft, as long as he comes hard, the child's painting reaches out and touches the flat belly. At the moment, she is going to trust the future child's blessing, and the mother is expensive with the child.

"What are you talking about? How could you have..." Wuzhen's face suddenly turned blue.

"Why not? Don't you know how much your young master dotes on me?" and when they do it, he never wears a condom, let alone does any pregnancy prevention measures. Although she has always been reluctant to become his birthing tool, she doesn't reject the idea of having her child at all.

"Presumptuous, it's about the future heirs of the poor family. Don't talk nonsense if you don't have evidence." Wu Zhen's eyes became gloomy.

"I love you as much as your young master. It's sooner or later to have children, unless your young master can't."