Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Jiang Liu opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

The next morning, she still felt uneasy.

She had been paying attention to contraception since half a month ago, and she would never let herself get pregnant with Shen Muye's child.

Moreover, she had gone for a physical check-up before, and the doctor also said that her constitution was weak. She had suffered several colds when she was a child, so pregnancy was not that simple.

After revealing his identity, he thought that Shen Muye would soon dislike her, but Shen Muye did it more frequently than before, even to the point where she couldn't bear it many times.

She was a little panicked. Could it be that there was something wrong with birth control?

It's impossible. In the past, Shen Muye would wear a condom himself, lest she look pregnant.

Speaking of which, when did he start not wearing a condom?

On the contrary, Jiang Liu himself began to take medicine frequently.

She sat on the bed, feeling more and more panicked as she thought about it.

After she vomited once last night, Shen Muye wouldn't let her go out.

She was so uneasy.

She dug out the birth control pill she often took again. The pill was almost at the end of its life and looked exactly the same as the one she had taken before. Shen Muye himself didn't know this.

She raised her hand to rub her eyebrows, wanting to call Sheng Mian, but there was no cell phone for her in the room.

She rummaged around in the pillow, and then looked around outside, but still didn't see the phone.

She realized belatedly that her cell phone had been taken away.

She immediately went downstairs and wanted to borrow a mobile phone from the servants, but none of them had mobile phones on them.

Jiang Liu sat on the sofa, his uneasiness even more obvious.

In the evening, when Shen Muye came home, she showed her cards directly.

"Where did you put my phone?"

Shen Muye hung up his suit at the entrance with a very light tone.

"Keep it away for now. Don't play with these electronic devices in the near future."

Jiang Liu's pupils shrank severely, and his heart seemed to have been punched by something.

"What do you mean?" Shen Muye turned around. He seemed to be in a good mood today, "The wedding is the day after tomorrow. I just hope that you will not be disturbed by the outside world and prepare well for the wedding."

"I want to contact Mianmian."

"You see her at the wedding."

Jiang Liu's eyebrows frowned, and the uneasiness spread even more.

Shen Muye walked to the sofa, held her face in his hands, and kissed her forehead.

Jiang Liu's palms were covered in sweat.

At night, he thought he was going to continue to torment her, but no, he just held her tightly.

Jiang Liu thought for a while and took the initiative to put his hand into his clothes, but he pulled him out.

An idea flashed through her mind, and her face instantly darkened.

Shen Muye kissed her on the lips and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Jiang Liu withdrew his hand and looked at the ceiling with cold eyes.

She was so restless that she couldn't sleep at all.

While tossing and turning, I heard him ask, "Can't you sleep?"

Recently, the two of them seldom talked in bed. Except when he was tossing, they were almost always silent.

And she usually falls asleep from exhaustion. There are too few scenes like this where she is not tormented and is willing to chat with her.

She turned her back, but Shen Muye hugged her from behind, lazily in his arms.

Jiang Liu always felt that he was in a good mood that day, and the joy seemed to come out of the seams in his bones.

"If you can't sleep, do you want to watch a movie?"

There is a projector in the house, but it is almost never turned on.

She closed her eyes, unwilling to pay attention to his words.

Shen Muye didn't feel angry either. He buried her completely in his arms and let out a satisfied sigh. (End of chapter)