After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Shen Yanhe's hands and feet became cold in an instant, her heart seemed to be clenched by a big hand, the pain made her unable to breathe.

Although already expected.

But when these words came out of Fu Yanhe's mouth, it still had a big impact on her.

After a few minutes, Shen Yanhe grabbed the sofa cushion under her body, looked at him with a pale face, and parted her lips.

He seemed to want to say something, but couldn't say anything.

She knew very well that this child came unexpectedly.

Fu Yanhe didn't want to keep him, and she could understand.

What's more, she and Fu Yanhe are just a couple on the surface, and they don't have any feelings...

He also said before that he would not let her give birth to Fu's successor.

Shen Yanhe felt sore and uncomfortable in her heart, this unspeakable emotion almost burst her chest.

Seeing Shen Yanhe's suddenly pale face, Fu Yanhe frowned slightly, and was about to turn the wheelchair to approach her.

However, Shen Yanhe stood up suddenly, and squeezed out an ugly smile towards him, with a trembling voice: "Sorry."

"I can understand why you made this decision, but I still need to think about it calmly."

Fu Yanhe frowned slightly, looked at the smile on the girl's face, felt a slight pain in his heart, and said, "Yanyan, listen to me..."

Shen Yanhe interrupted him forcefully, still smiling at him, but her eyes were a little red: "Listen to me first."

"After all, this is not only your child, but also my child, and I have the right to decide whether he will stay or not."

"Let's not meet each other for the next two days. I want to think about it calmly by myself. I'm sorry."

After the words fell, Shen Yanhe didn't dare to look at Fu Yanhe's face, turned around and left the ward quickly.

Sanfang, who was guarding outside, saw his young wife rushing out of the ward in a hurry, and turned around to look at the ward in a daze: "Master..."

When he saw Fu Yanhe's gloomy expression in the ward, and the gloomy look in his brows and eyes, which seemed to be eating people, he immediately fell silent.

Gan!

Why did the young master and young lady quarrel again?

"What are you still doing there?"

Fu Yanhe looked at Sanfang coldly and cruelly: "Follow her and protect her."

"If she is injured, you can go mine with one party."

Sanfang: "..." You are arrogant, you are awesome, and I get hurt when you quarrel, damn it!

"Master, I'm going to protect the young lady right now." Sanfang handed over the documents in his hand to the bodyguards at the side, and followed behind Shen Yanhe in a hurry.

Fu Yanhe was the only one left in the ward.

At that time, the sun was setting, and the warm orange sunlight fell on him through the window, stretching his shadow extremely long.

In the dark place that was cut off from the sunlight, Fu Yanhe's eyes were dark, he couldn't distinguish between happiness and anger, and his brows and eyes were full of anger, which showed how restless he was inside.

The surrounding temperature dropped a lot inexplicably, until the bodyguards guarding outside shook their bodies and held their breath, not daring to pant loudly.

Fu Yanhe closed his eyes restrainedly.

Two days.

He just gave her two days.

If she didn't come back to him after two days, he would arrest her himself.

-

Shen Yanhe's thoughts were in a mess, and after she came out of the ward, she didn't run very far.

Instead, I came to the small park near the hospital, found a bench to sit on, and stared at the colorful clouds in the sky in a daze.

There is Shen Huai in the hospital, Shen Huai is still in the intensive care unit, she cannot leave the hospital too far.

Not to mention Ye Min.

If she didn't show up with Fu Yanhe one day, with the old lady's sensitivity, she would definitely find out that there was a conflict between her and him, and worry about her.

Shen Yanhe let out a sigh of relief, squinting her eyes and watching Wanxia continue to be in a daze.

It was like thinking about a lot of things in my mind, but I didn't think about anything.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone in her pocket buzzed and vibrated.

Shen Yanhe thought that Fu Yanhe had called her at first, and wanted to hang up, but saw that Song Shiwei, who was still chatting before, made a video call to her.

She paused, sat up subconsciously, adjusted the expression on her face, and then picked up the video.

The video is not Song Shiwei's face, but a spacious office.

Song Shiwei said in a clear voice with a hint of laughter: "Xiao Hemiao, look quickly, this is the country I laid down for you."

Shen Yanhe blinked, looked carefully at the office in the video, and a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind: "This is Song?"

"Correct."

The camera on the phone turned.

Song Shiwei was sitting on the spacious boss chair, her legs crossed, her delicate and beautiful face was lightly made up, with a smile on her face: "Mr. Song, I got it back."

A smile appeared on Shen Yanhe's face, and he said sincerely, "Congratulations."

Song Shiwei blinked, held the phone closer, carefully observed the state of Shen Yanhe on the other end of the phone, and slightly frowned her slender eyebrows: "Xiao Hemiao, are you crying? Why are your eyes so red?"

Shen Yanhe blinked, then subconsciously raised her hand and rubbed her eyes: "Is there any?"

"Yes." Song Shiwei nodded, with a stern look on his face: "Did Fu Yanhe bully you?"

Shen Yanhe shook her head: "No."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Song Shiwei who looked worried on the other side of the video with some hesitation and confusion, pursed her rosy lips, and said, "Shiwei, I..."

"I am pregnant."

There was a loud noise from the other end of the phone, like the sound of chair legs rubbing against the floor.

Song Shiwei was shocked: "Are you pregnant?"

The next second, she popped out another sentence: "Fu Yanhe is pretty good, he can do it in a wheelchair."

Shen Yanhe's complicated emotions disappeared in an instant, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, she was speechless: "..."

Song Shiwei picked up her bag: "Where are you now? Send me the address, I'll go find you now, let's meet and talk."

After speaking, she hung up the phone.

When Song Shiwei hurried out, she just ran into Qi Yunqian who came to look for her.

When the two passed by, Qi Yunqian grabbed her wrist, frowned slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Where are you going? Didn't you make an appointment to have dinner together tonight?"

Song Shiwei's red lips parted slightly, just about to speak.

Fu Yu's sweet voice sounded: "Brother Yunqian, there are still some problems with the contract we talked about last night. Do you have time now? Let's improve it?"

Through Qi Yunqian's shoulder, Song Shiwei saw Fu Yu, who looked very mature and elegant, came over with a document in her hand, dressed in a small fragrance, with big curly hair.

The corner of her mouth curved into a sarcasm, and a sneer flashed in her eyes very quickly.

No wonder she released her pigeons last night, so she went to accompany Bai Yueguang again.

"I'm sorry." She withdrew her hand from Qi Yunqian's, "I have something to do temporarily, and President Qi and Ms. Fu also have business matters to discuss, so I'm sorry."

"Anyway, Boss Qi is not short of companions. One more person is not too much, and it doesn't matter if one is missing, isn't it?"

After the words fell, Song Shiwei didn't even look at Fu Yu, and strode out directly past the ugly Qi Yunqian.

Fu Yu secretly cast a smug look at Song Shiwei.

Song Shiwei rolled her eyes at her unceremoniously, ignored the two, and took the elevator directly to leave.

Fu Yu gritted his teeth secretly, and when he looked at Qi Yunqian, he looked timidly: "Brother Yunqian, did sister Shiwei misunderstand something?"

"Do you want me to explain to her?"

Qi Yunqian rubbed his eyebrows with some headache: "No need, I will explain to her."

"Are there any problems in the contract? You bring it up, and our company will improve it one by one." Qi Yunqian looked at Fu Yu with a businesslike attitude.

Fu Yu pursed his lips, and a look of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything more.

Don't worry, the future will be long.

Brother Yunqian will be hers sooner or later.

-

After Song Shiwei hung up the phone, Shen Yanhe lowered her eyes and sent her the location.

She is in a mess of thoughts now, and she really needs someone to talk to her and give her some advice.

As soon as the location was posted, several figures suddenly walked in front of her, blocking her sunlight.

An old voice sounded with a bit of aloofness: "You are Mrs. Fu's unworthy wife, the young lady of the Shen family, right?"

Shen Yanhe raised her eyes slightly, and saw an old lady wearing a purple cheongsam, her gray hair combed back, and an old face standing in front of her.

That pair of muddy but piercing eyes looked at her: "I want to talk to you."