Sir, don't be too bad

Gu Chen stood in front of the window, looking at the bright night sky, motionless.

In the afternoon, he said that Wan Wan had the right to know, so Simo gave him the right to choose.

"If you think it would be better to tell her, then you can tell her." Simo said.

After Si Mo finished speaking, he deeply felt his difficulty.

The phone vibrated slightly, awakening Gu Chen who was in deep thought.

Looking at the name on the caller ID, Gu Chen pursed his lips, and finally muted lightly.

He didn't want to lie to Wanwan, but he didn't have the courage to tell her the cruel truth.

On the other end of the phone, Xia Yiwan smiled bitterly: "Look, Gu Chen doesn't answer the phone either."

"Wanwan, it's okay, I'll listen to you." Yan Xiao saw that she was depressed, and hurriedly comforted her.

"You are pregnant with your baby and you can't stay up late. I will accompany you to sleep. We will talk about other things tomorrow."

Xia Yiwan nodded, and lay down without even washing her face.

His body was exhausted, but as soon as he closed his eyes, Simo's face appeared in front of his eyes.

Gentle, cold, handsome, ruffian...

Tears silently seeped into her hair from the corners of her eyes, Xia Yiwan tightly closed her eyes, trying to drive away the figure in her mind.

This night, for Xia Yiwan, was the most tormenting night in his life.

The next day was cloudy.

When Yan smiled, she saw Xia Yiwan curled up in front of the French window in a cat-like posture.

The sky outside the window was gray, and she was wearing a large white pajamas, looking lonely and lonely.

Yan Xiao thought for a while, secretly took out her mobile phone, took a photo of Xia Yiwan's back, and sent it to Simo.

Dijing Tianchengli

Si Mo was also standing in front of the French window, with a cigarette in his hand, quietly looking at the gray sky.

When the phone rang softly, Simo immediately took it out, and when he saw the photo, his heart ached.

Then, the whole person involuntarily curled up in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The mobile phone "bang" and fell on the thick carpet.

After a while, he picked up his phone and walked out quickly.

"Sir, where are you going?" the butler asked with concern.

"Company." Si Mo said without looking back.

If he stays at home any longer, he will go crazy.

Here, Yan Xiao washes up with Xia Yiwan, and keeps an eye on her phone while eating breakfast.

But until it was almost ninety o'clock, the mobile phone did not receive any news that he was expecting.

Yan Xiao looked at it, and the anger couldn't help but surged up again.

She picked up the phone and was about to send a text message to Simo, telling him about Xia Yiwan's pregnancy, but Xia Yiwan's phone rang first.

It was Si Nuanqian who called.

Xia Yiwan took a look and connected.

"Wanwan, what happened to you and my brother? Why did you make such a fuss?"

Xia Yiwan sighed slightly.

Everyone asked her that, but she also wanted to ask Simo.

How did they suddenly become like this?

"Forget it, I won't ask any more." Si Nuanqian also sighed at the end of her nose, "Where are you, I'll come to you."

"You're back?" Xia Yiwan was a little surprised.

"Well, I just came back." There was noise from Si Nuanqian, it sounded like she was moving.

Xia Yiwan reported the address.

"Okay, wait for me, I'll be right over." Si Nuanqian said.

Xia Yiwan was about to hang up the phone when she suddenly heard Si Nuanqian shout in surprise: "Uncle, why are you here?"

Xia Yiwan's heart trembled, and she immediately asked loudly, "Nuan Nuan, where are you?"