Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 202 separate (1)

"Mr. Beiming, here is a copy of the fetal development cycle and pregnancy certificate. You can keep it and give me an accurate answer in three days."

Kong Xinyao put the document bag on the dining table, glared at Yan Chuyan jealously, and followed James away with her chest up high and proud.

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"Don't cry." Beiming Haoting reached out and touched Yan Chuyan's head, his tone softened as if coaxing a child.

After a while, his warm arms slowly loosened her waist, and with a big wave of his hand, all the inspection sheets left by Kong Xinyao were scattered on the ground.

Yan Chuyan stared at the glaring white paper on the ground delicately, her wet eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Beiming Haoting, on November 11th, you went to Sweet Bar and met Kong Xinyao, didn't you?" Her soft voice was trembling.

"Yes." Beiming Haoting replied calmly.

"You brought her back to the castle that day, didn't you?"

"Yes." It was true, he couldn't deny it.

"And after that, what did you do?"

"We didn't do anything!" he emphasized emphatically.

That day he brought Kong Xinyao back to the doctor who was in charge of drawing blood, and then went to other cities to collect other fresh blood. He didn't even touch a single hair of Kong Xinyao, what kind of child!
"Okay, I believe you, you didn't do anything." Yan Chuyan sniffed, with a hint of yin and yang in her tone, bit her lower lip, and she continued: "Let's separate for a while, my heart It's been a mess recently, I don't want to quarrel with you every now and then..."

"Stop talking, let's eat." Beiming Haoting interrupted her calmly, and when he heard the word "separate", he tightened his brows in displeasure, his eyes were fragmented.

"I'm full." Yan Chuyan's voice was very soft, and after she finished speaking, she bypassed the white checklist all over the place, and ran upstairs with heavy steps.

Back in the dimly lit bedroom, Yan Chuyan took a wad of cash from the safe, put the wallet and a new spare mobile phone into the backpack, picked out some winter clothes, put on formal clothes and prepared to leave.

At the door of the room, Beiming Haoting towered in front of her like a majestic city wall.

"I'm going to stay in a hotel for a few days, you don't have to worry about me." She raised her eyes and said lightly.

"Don't go, I'll sleep in the guest room, okay?" His temper softened, his magnetic voice was slightly hoarse, and he lacked confidence.

Hearing this, Yan Chuyan's heart tightened, and her pity was shaking on the edge of the cliff, as if she was making a life-and-death choice.

A demon with black tentacles on his head suddenly floated out of his mind riding a black cloud, "Do you really believe him? You are like a poppy. He has become addicted to drugs and can't leave you anymore. You Do you believe that he will stay peacefully in the guest room all night?"

"I believe." The white-winged angel waved her beautiful wings and said firmly.

Yan Chuyan shook her head to drive away the chaotic thoughts, pursed her lips, and looked up at the handsome man in front of her, "No need, I've already decided to go."

"I'll take you there." Beiming Haoting's face was tense, his deep blue eyes were full of gloom, and his deep voice revealed a trace of loneliness.

Yan Chuyan lowered her eyes, her curled eyelashes flickered, she didn't speak, walked around his tall and straight figure, and walked towards the spiral staircase.

Beiming Haoting's eyes dimmed, he turned around, stepped forward with straight and slender trouser legs, strode to follow her, took the backpack off her shoulder, carried it with one hand, and walked down the stairs with her.

(End of this chapter)