Dear President, take it easy

Zhou Chuyu looked at him indifferently, eyes full of emptiness...

The hands hanging by the sides were tightly clenched into fists, and the pink nails were deeply embedded in the flesh.

"What are you talking about? Ou Xiangbei, what else is there to talk about between you and me?" She smiled wryly, her heart aching.

With trembling hands, he took out his phone from his pocket.

He dialed Su Qingcheng's number: "Qingcheng, come to Liang's private hospital to pick me up, I'll wait for you at the door."

After hanging up the phone, she coldly pushed him away, clutching her slightly sore stomach, and walked quickly towards the elevator.

When she turned around, it was as if she had stabbed him hard in the heart.

Ou Xiangbei pursed his lower lip and stepped forward quickly.

An outstretched hand blocked her way before she stepped into the elevator.

"Honey, don't see Su Qingcheng at this time, I'm afraid..."

He was really afraid, afraid that Su Qingcheng would sneak in at this moment.

"I am free to see who is my freedom, you don't care! Sign the divorce agreement early and give it to me, thank you." She snorted coldly, looking at him with unfocused eyes, the circles of her eyes were reddish.

Coldly pushing away his arm blocking her, she quickly stepped into the elevator and pressed the door close button.

The elevator door closed slowly, isolating them in a different world.

Her tears could not help but burst out again.

He covered his lips with his hand, not wanting to cry out.

"Ding..." On the first floor, the elevator door slowly opened.

She stretched out her hand, wiped away the tears on her face, and walked out of the elevator.

At the entrance of the hospital, under the ink-stained sky, Su Qingcheng, who was wearing a black down jacket, stood leaning on the car, with a warm and moist air all over his body.

Seeing Zhou Chuyu, he immediately stepped forward, supported her, and said, "Why do you look so bad?"

"It's okay, the doctor said it's just the fetal gas." Looking at Su Qingcheng with scarlet eyes, he said calmly.

"Are you crying?"

"I didn't. The wind was too strong, and it blinded my eyes." She smiled wryly.

Her pretending to be strong made him feel even more distressed.

He bent down and picked her up horizontally, and walked towards the car with a solemn expression.

After carefully carrying Zhou Chuyu to the back seat of the car, Su Qingcheng immediately started the car and left the hospital.

At the gate of the hospital, Ou Xiangbei stood quietly in the wind, looking at the car gradually melting into the night, his eyes darkened.

Thinking of the scene where Su Qingcheng hugged Zhou Chuyu just now, the hands hanging by his sides were tightly clenched into fists...

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After returning home, Su Qingcheng carefully placed Zhou Chuyu on the big bed.

After covering her with the quilt, he stretched out his hand, touched her forehead, and said, "I made chicken soup for you in the kitchen, and I'll get you a bowl."

He wanted to get up, but Zhou Chuyu held his hand tightly, and said, "No more, I don't want to drink, I have no appetite, Qingcheng, you can chat with me. I'm really afraid of being alone now."

"You haven't eaten well these days. You can take it, but the baby in your stomach can't take it. Be good, I'll get you some soup, and I'll chat with you when I'm done, okay..." After finishing speaking, Su Qing Cheng gently pushed her hand away, stood up, and quickly walked out of the room.

Zhou Chuyu stretched out his hand, stroked his throbbing chest, and pulled the quilt over his head irritably.

Su Qingcheng carefully put the chicken soup behind the bedside table, sat down, stretched out his hand, pulled her quilt away, looked at her devastated face, and said, "This is a wild pheasant I bought from a farmer in the suburbs, get up How about a taste, huh?"

Zhou Chuyu got up slowly with the support of Su Qingcheng.

He took a pillow and put it behind him, and sat comfortably on the head of the bed.

He carefully carried the hot soup, took a spoonful of it, blew it carefully, and then patiently fed her.

Zhou Chuyu swallowed mechanically one mouthful at a time.

It was obviously an extremely delicious chicken soup, but she tasted bitter when she drank it.

Seeing Su Qingcheng patiently blowing soup for her, she was very moved.

Except for her father, no man has ever treated her like this.

After feeding her the whole bowl of soup one bite at a time, Su Qingcheng slowly put down the empty bowl.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket again, wiped her mouth, and said, "Do you want more?"

"Qingcheng, thank you..."

"Fool, thank you for nothing." He gently raised his lips, his eyes were gentle enough to melt everything.

"Ding dong... ding dong..."

"Ding dong... ding dong..."

"Ding dong ding dong ding dong..."

The sharp doorbell sounded particularly abrupt at this moment.

"Who is it? I'll go and see." Su Qingcheng got up and walked out of the bedroom quickly.

Opening the door, the oncoming fist made Su Qingcheng stunned for a moment.

Stumbling under his feet, Su Qingcheng squatted directly on the ground.

Su Qingcheng raised his eyes in astonishment, looked at Ou Xiangbei who was glaring at the door and clenched his fists tightly, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and got up quickly.

Su Qingcheng did not show weakness, raised his hand, and slammed his fist hard at Ou Xiangbei's face...

Coincidentally, he wanted to punch Ou Xiangbei a long time ago!

Ou Xiangbei staggered and almost fell, but fortunately he reacted quickly and held the door frame with his hand in time!

"Ou Xiangbei, why do you come to my house to act wild!"

"Bah..." Ou Xiangbei snorted coldly, turned his head, and spat out the blood in his mouth.

Ou Xiangbei took another step forward, firmly grasping Su Qingcheng's neckline, and said, "Why, because my wife was brought here by you."

"Hmph... Now that I know she is your wife, what did you do?" Su Qingcheng let him grab his neckline, snorting coldly with disdain.

His disdainful expression aggravated the anger in Ou Xiangbei's heart.

The hands holding his neckline pushed forward forcefully, and Su Qingcheng was directly pushed to the ground.

"Ou Xiangbei, stop!" Zhou Chuyu stepped forward quickly, stood in front of Su Qingcheng, and sternly yelled.

"Wife, don't worry about it! Get out of the way!" Ou Xiangbei said while rubbing the corner of his mouth that was bruised by Su Qingcheng, looking at Zhou Chuyu.

Behind Zhou Chuyu, Su Qingcheng watched Ou Xiangbei struggle to get up coldly, wanting to go forward again.

Zhou Chuyu held Su Qingcheng's hands tightly, and said, "Qingcheng, he is as naive as a child, do you want to mess around with him?"

Seeing the hands tightly held by the two, the jealous vat in Ou Xiangbei's heart was overturned again.

Ou Xiangbei stepped forward and forcefully separated the two hands that were clasped together.

"Wife, come home with me!" As he said that, he immediately grabbed Zhou Chuyu's wrist forcefully, and forcibly pulled her out...

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