The CEO's Sweet Wife

"Congratulations to Mr. Lu. The baby in Mrs. Lu's stomach is a boy!" Private doctors in Lu house to Lin Wenwen after a comprehensive examination, has been confirmed, excitedly told Lu Jingshen.

"Really?" Lu Jingshen's eyes flashed with light. He was ecstatic as never before. His shoulders slightly undulating, some happy for a moment, do not know what to say.

No matter the boy or the girl, Lu Jingshen is equally excited. He is not the kind of person with traditional idea of son preference. But no matter how the times develop, the inherent pattern of the rich and powerful consortia is still the same, and the distinction between men and women is still obvious.

Lin Wenwen's lower abdomen was already a little obvious, and her slightly raised stomach supported her nightgown, as if there were some treasure hidden inside. Lin Wenwen was just about to open one of the messages sent by Lu Jingshen, and his mobile phone was turned off. "No, no power?"

Lin Wen is complaining that the car has stopped at the roadside near the sanatorium. The driver wishes her a good time in fluent English with a Mexican accent and tells her how much the fare is.

"Forget it..." Lin wensuo threw his mobile phone into his bag, paid the fare and tip neatly and got off the car.

The sanatorium is not close to the city center. It's a suburb of Los Angeles. Walking all the way from the place where I got off, I was surprised to find that the sanatorium was like a manor on a vast land. The environment inside looks very good, and the garden is also very beautiful, which can't be compared with the sanatorium in Yuncheng.

The sun is shining on Lin Wenwen's back. He feels very comfortable.

From a distance, there are many patients walking in the sun in the garden. There are professional care workers with the side, taking good care of. Through the garden, Lin Wenwen went into the hall of the sanatorium. She looked around and went to the desk.

She told me the destination of her visit in poor English, and asked Mr. Mu from cloud city where he was and where he wanted to visit. The staff at the service desk first registered Lin Wenwen, filled in the form, and then began to help her find out.

It seems that the management here is very strict, even people who come to visit can't get in easily. Lin Wenwen leans on the service desk and looks around bored. He is not picky about the decoration or design environment.

Because a lot of people come here to recuperate, some people live in every day, and some people constantly move out, so the search time is longer. Midway, the nurse made a few phone calls to confirm what, because the voice is not loud and fast, so Lin Wenwen did not understand a word.

But then, the nurse's words almost scared Lin Wenwen to death. She couldn't even believe whether the news she heard was true or not. I've confirmed it many times.

Mr. Mu died a week ago. As he is not a citizen of M country, his body has been transported back to Yuncheng for autopsy to confirm the cause of death.

As for what Mo Yan'er said, the people in the sanatorium have been deliberately hiding it, prevaricating on the phone every time. People at the sanatorium said they had not received a call. On the second day of Mr. Mu's death, his family had been informed, and someone came here to go through all the procedures