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Fu Zhaochen pushed the door open and saw Sheng Yiruo curled up into a ball under the quilt.

It's just that the little ball is shrugging.

He knew that Sheng Yiruo was crying again.

Fu Zhaochen threw his suit jacket aside on the sofa and walked over quickly, "Little Rabbit..."

Sheng Yiruo stopped shaking and was wiping her tears.

Fu Zhaochen just looked at her, her little head sticking out from the quilt.

Sheng Yiruo showed a sweet smile and said, "Hubby, you are back. Have you eaten?"

The tears on her face were not even dry, but Fu Zhaochen looked gloomy.

His tone was dull but gentle, "Honey, stop crying, okay? If you continue like this, I'm worried about your postpartum depression. How about I make an appointment with a psychiatrist to give you some counseling."

Sheng Yiruo became very sharp, "I'm not depressed, I'm fine! Do you dislike me?"

Fu Zhaochen sat on the bed, and he stretched out his arms to hold the person in his arms.

"Thinking again, what do I dislike? Besides, the baby is well in the hospital, so you really don't have to worry. Are you following the postpartum recovery plan I wrote for you every day?"

Sheng Yiruo is doing it, but he is not interested.

Fu Zhaochen looked at her fair and soft appearance, and his heart was as soft as water.

He leaned forward and pinched her jawbone to kiss her. She opened her mouth obediently and let the tip of his tongue get close to her flexibly.

Fu Zhaochen kissed her passionately, and he held her tightly, but his hand had a little more strength.

Sheng Yiruo felt pain but did not push him away.

Fu Zhaochen lifted the person onto his lap, exerting slight pressure due to the support of his body. The thigh muscles wrapped in well-fitting trousers were tight and felt hot to the touch.

Sheng Yiruo subconsciously placed his hands on Fu Zhaochen's legs as he staggered.

Fu Zhaochen hummed softly, but his voice was extremely hoarse.

She put her hands on Fu Zhaochen's shoulders again. Fu Zhaochen's slender fingers touched the buttons on the back of her nursing bra. His fingertips couldn't satisfy his exploration through the fabric, so he simply put his hand in from the hem.

Under the touch of warm fingertips, Sheng Yiruo's reason burned away.

She murmured softly, hugged Fu Zhaochen's head tightly against her chest, and entangled his short hair with her fingers, "Zhaochen, I want..."

Fu Zhaochen stopped there, stunned for a moment.

He took out his hand, then hugged Sheng Yiruo and placed her on the bed.

Sheng Yiruo saw the lust in Fu Zhaochen's eyes disappear instantly, and he said restrainedly and sadly, "No, you just gave birth, I can't bear it."

As he spoke, he began to unbutton his tie and shirt, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Sheng Yiruo didn't know why, but she felt something was wrong with Fu Zhaochen. In the past, he would pester her to take advantage of her. He would not really have sex with her, but he would please her.

But today, Fu Zhaochen's desire was tainted with possessiveness, without tenderness and pleasure, and he seemed to be venting.

After a long time, Fu Zhaochen still didn't come out.

She looked at the bathroom door, and her uneasiness drove her over.

She opened the door and saw Fu Zhaochen standing in the spacious bathroom amid the mist.

Water flowed down his straight long legs. He supported the wall with one hand and made movements with the other.

Fu Zhaochen's shoulders shrugged slightly, a hoarse and low voice escaped from his throat, and his breathing became heavier.

Sheng Yiruo felt sad. She saw the released Fu Zhaochen breathing heavily and increasing the amount of water to wash away his desire.

She said, "Husband, I can help you..."

Fu Zhaochen was stunned.

After a moment, he turned to look at Sheng Yiruo. His face was red and embarrassed, "Who let you in? What if you fall?"

He quickly came over and dried himself, hugged Sheng Yiruo and went out.

Fu Zhaochen's eyes were full of helplessness and blame, "I can't have some privacy. What did you see?"

Sheng Yiruo's cheeks were flushed, and she lowered her eyes, "In the third trimester of pregnancy, you also solve your own needs in this way, but I help you."

Fu Zhaochen rubbed Sheng Yiruo's little head with his big hands.

"You are in confinement now. Mom said that women who give birth naturally seem to have died once. From bones to flesh and blood, they are all fragile. It will take me a long time to do that, but your wrists are not sore or painful?"

He held her little hand and said, "What if the root cause of the disease is revealed!"

Sheng Yiruo blushed so hard that he could bleed.

The gentleness in Fu Zhaochen's eyes was filled with bitterness. It was hard for him to imagine that the child he had given birth to to the woman he had loved for many years was not his.

He didn't want to think about this, but he couldn't help it.

Fu Zhaochen calmed down and said, "Go to bed early. I'll be out in a hurry."

When the other side of the bed sank, Sheng Yiruo turned over and hugged Fu Zhaochen.

"Husband, what's the matter with you today?"

"Nothing, I'm tired," Fu Zhaochen stroked Sheng Yiruo's hair, "I have two big projects to participate in the exhibition, and I also have to discuss business with my second brother."

Sheng Yiruo paused and asked again, "Tomorrow is Thursday. You promised to take me to see the baby."

Looking at the baby?

Fu Zhaochen's breath was stagnant, "I mean, it's just watching through the video. There's not much point in running around to watch it."

Sheng Yiruo was upset after hearing this, and she pushed Fu Zhaochen away.

"I found that you have disliked your son since he was born. You think he doesn't look like you. He is not as good-looking and fair as you were when you were a child. Even your eyelashes are shorter than when you were a child."

She said with a tearful tone in her voice, "At this moment, do you think he is sick and causing trouble to you, a big boss who has a lot of things to do all day long?"

Sheng Yiruo hasn't been hysterical for a long time. The last time he saw her getting so angry was when they had a misunderstanding before they got married.

Fu Zhaochen felt uncomfortable but couldn't say anything.

Sheng Yiruo saw that Fu Zhaochen, who had acquiesced in his behavior, did not even refute.

She cried angrily, "Fu Zhaochen, he is so young and cute, he is your son, how can you be so indifferent?"

Fu Zhaochen frowned slightly, "Really?"

Sheng Yiruo, "..."

She was stunned for a while, "What did you just say?"

Fu Zhaochen quickly came to his senses. He put his arm around Sheng Yiruo's shoulders and said, "Yiruo, that's not what I meant. I don't... like him. Maybe I'm not ready to be a father to a... baby."

He is not ready to be a father to another man's child!

Fu Zhaochen's voice was a little softer, "I'm adjusting, you can go to sleep!"

Sheng Yiruo felt like she had hit the cotton with a heavy punch. She turned her back to Fu Zhaochen and pushed up the quilt.

Fu Zhaochen looked at her back and sighed. He knew that Sheng Yiruo should not have known that the child in her belly was not his from the beginning, which made his accusations pointless.

His eyes were red in the darkness. He turned his back to Sheng Yiruo and thought about how to deal with this matter and the child.

The next day, when Fu Zhaochen woke up, he saw that Sheng Yiruo had already washed himself.

She also specially put on a lotus pink skirt, which made her skin look better than snow.

But her eyes were a little red and swollen, and she looked like she had cried.

Fu Zhaochen stood up and said, "Honey, why did you get up so early?"

Sheng Yiruo lowered his eyes and said in a cold tone, "My parents and I have made an appointment to see the child. If you don't go, why don't we go?"

Fu Zhaochen laughed angrily at Sheng Yiruo, "I didn't say I wouldn't go, I meant...forget it, I'll get up now."

Downstairs, Sheng Yiheng sat on the sofa and chatted with Fu Chen.

He saw Fu Zhaochen and Sheng Yiruo coming down and turned around, "Zhao Chen, why are you up so late? Didn't you agree to accompany me to Jiangcheng?"

Fu Zhaochen sent a message to Sheng Yiheng last night and wrote it very clearly——

Second brother, you can visit the child tomorrow. If you want me to accompany her, go to Jiangcheng to change this Friday!

Sheng Yiruo glared at Fu Zhaochen, "No wonder you are so easy to talk to. It turns out that you and my second brother have made an appointment a long time ago. You don't want to see the child at all, right?"

Fu Zhaochen's good temper was completely ruined by Sheng Yiruo.

"Can you stop being so sharp every day, Yiruo, when did you become so unreasonable?"

Sheng Yiruo's tears couldn't stop falling. She pointed at Fu Zhaochen, "I'm being unreasonable? Why don't you say you're cold and heartless?"

Sheng Yiheng didn't know why and looked at the couple.

Fu Zhaochen's brows turned cold. He admitted that he had made an appointment with Sheng Yiheng to go to Jiangcheng and really didn't want to face the child in advance.

The paternity test was not done, and the conflict in his heart was unresolved. He was afraid that a misunderstanding would hurt himself and Yiruo and his family.

But last night, he changed his mind. No matter what, he didn't want to see Sheng Yiruo feel uncomfortable.

He sent a message to Sheng Yiheng.

But now, he has become a cold and heartless person in Sheng Yiruo's eyes?

Sheng Yiheng glanced at his phone and saw a red dot on Fu Zhaochen's WeChat account.

"Stop arguing, I didn't read Zhaochen's text message. He said he would take care of the child today and go to Jiangcheng tomorrow..."