Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

After arriving at the hospital, Wen Liang went to the doctor to get a list for Doppler fetal heartbeat listening, obstetric ultrasound and Down syndrome screening.

Fu Zheng took the list from Wen Liang's hand and looked at it, raising his eyebrows, "Sixteen weeks?"

"Yeah." Wen Liang looked calm.

It seemed that Fu Zheng, like her, thought the child was conceived in Philadelphia.

Fu Zheng silently counted the time.

Four months ago, wasn't that...

Their eyes met, and Wen Liang vaguely saw a faint look of pride in his eyes. His old face heated up, and he pinched his waist hard, looking away, "It's all you can do."

Fu Zheng pursed his lips and smiled, held her waist, leaned over and whispered something in her ear.

Wen Liang's cheeks turned red, and she stared at him with shame and annoyance. Her eyes turned and shone brightly, and she held her stomach, as if she was afraid that the child would hear it, "Can you say another word?"

"I will not say anymore."

Fu Zheng seemed to be afraid of her, so he closed his mouth, but his eyes and brows seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He loved her cute and angry expression so much.

If this was not the hospital, he would have covered her and kissed her slightly raised red lips.

Wen Liang turned around and left, regardless of Fu Zheng not following him.

It would be better not to keep up.

This man's mind is filled with that kind of thing.

Fu Zheng strode after her and held her hand.

Arriving outside the examination room, Wen Liang found a seat and sat down, waiting for his number to be called.

Fu Zheng sat down next to her, held her hand, put it in his palm and played with it gently.

Thinking of something, he leaned forward slightly and whispered thankfully, "Fortunately, he is strong..."

"Ok?"

"We had a lot of trouble back in Philadelphia..."

Wen Liang glared at him angrily and whispered, "...There was some bleeding that time. I thought it was because my period was not allowed..."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault for being ignorant."

Fu Zheng thought again that when he acted to anger her, she was already pregnant.

Fortunately, nothing happened, otherwise he would regret it too much.

"do not talk."

Fu Zheng looked at her red and bleeding little ears, pursed his lips and smiled, "Okay, don't be angry, I won't say anything."

By the time Wenliang finished her prenatal check-up, it was already afternoon.

For the first two items, the baby in the womb is normal, and the risk of Down syndrome screening is extremely low.

After coming out of the hospital, the two of them went to have lunch together.

During the meal, Fu Zheng casually mentioned, "I know you like photography, but don't tire yourself. You've taken on less work lately."

Wen Liang registered her own personal studio and hired an assistant in the name of the studio. Fu Zheng also sent her two bodyguards.

Last week she was in charge of an advertisement shoot for an old client.

"It's nothing now. When the child is a month older, I will reduce my workload." Wen Liang responded calmly, "By the way, I have a business trip tomorrow."

Fu Zheng paused and raised his head, "Where are you going?"

"Capital."

Fu Zheng raised his eyebrows.

"A magazine shoot." Wen Liang said calmly, not to discuss, but to inform.

Fu Zheng also knew that he couldn't stop him, so he said, "Let Liang Fei and the others follow you."

Liang Fei is one of those two bodyguards.

"Ah."

On Tuesday morning, Wen Liang took a plane to the capital with his assistant bodyguard.

The magazine sent someone to pick them up at the airport and take them to the hotel they had booked.

The person who picked her up at the airport was the secretary from the magazine. Before leaving, she told Wen Liang to go to Jingyun Building at seven o'clock in the evening. The editor-in-chief invited her to have dinner with the models and asked them to get to know each other first.

Wen Liang responded.

At 6:45 in the evening, Wen Liang arrived at the private room in Jingyun Building.

A few minutes later, the model arrived.

The two chatted for a few words, and Wen Liang asked her about her favorite style. The model had experienced many experiences and described her preferences very accurately, and also talked about her past shooting experience.

At 7:05, the editor-in-chief pushed the door in and said with a smile, "Sorry, you two have been waiting for a long time. I just went to pick up someone..."

As he spoke, he walked in, followed by a man wearing a casual T-shirt and knee-length shorts. His forearms were long and strong, his calf muscles were even more distinct, he had a tall and tall figure, and a handsome appearance.

Seeing the person coming, Wen Liang was startled and stood up, "Brother Dongcheng?"

"Are you surprised?" Huo Dongcheng walked in with a smile, pulled out the chair next to her and sat down, "I knew you had returned to China, so I recommended you to Editor Yang."

Wen Liang smiled and said, "Then I really have to thank Brother Dongcheng. Let me just say, I'm a novice, how could Editor Yang find me? It turns out it's all thanks to you, Brother Dongcheng."

The model was shivering nearby.

The two had a pleasant conversation just now, and she thought Wen Liang was a young and capable photographer.

Now when I heard it, it turned out to be a related account!

I hope the photos don’t turn out to be disaster-worthy!

"Ms. Wen is modest. This is not a garbage recycling station. I will accept anyone who introduces you," Editor Yang said with a smile, "I have read your work and thought you were qualified, so I contacted you."

When the model heard this, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I see. Then I would like to thank Editor Yang for his appreciation and giving me this opportunity. I will definitely live up to Editor Yang's trust."

"Then I'll wait to see Miss Wen's results."

"You're not doing well in Philadelphia, why are you back?" Huo Dongcheng lazily leaned back and rested his elbow on the back of the chair.

Wen Liang smiled, "Since you know I'm coming back, don't you know why?"

After Fu Zheng won the game, he went to Philadelphia to find her. Since Huo Dongcheng was from the Bai family, how could he not know?

Huo Dongcheng pursed his lips and said, "Have you reconciled with him?"

It was only belatedly that he realized that Fu Zheng's break with Wen Liang was just a show played by Fu Zheng before declaring war on the Bai family.

After the scene ended, he immediately went to Wen Liang to seek peace.

"That's it."

Huo Dongcheng glanced at Editor Yang and the model, "Now that you're back, why don't you contact me and invite me to dinner? If I don't come to you when you come to the capital this time, will you forget about me?"

"...How could it be? I just arrived today, and I plan to contact you after work is over." Wen Liang didn't believe what he said.

Editor Yang glanced at the two of them, a flash of deep thought flashed in his eyes, and he could tell that the two had a close relationship.

When the food was served, Wen Liang watched the waiter serve two bottles of wine and called to the man, "Give me a bottle of juice."

When the waiter responded, Wen Liang smiled at Huo Dongcheng and Editor Yang, "I've been feeling sick lately and it's not convenient for me to drink, so I drank juice instead."

"Your health is important." Editor Yang smiled.

The meal was quite pleasant, but halfway through the meal, Editor Yang answered the phone and said that he had something important to do and had to leave first.

As soon as Editor Yang left, within a few minutes, the model also asked to leave.

Only Wen Liang and Huo Dongcheng were left in the box.

Huo Dongcheng had just had a few glasses of wine with Editor Yang, his eyes were slightly drunk, his eyes were blurred, and his face was red.

Wen Liang said, "Brother Dongcheng, shall we go back too?"

With that said, she went to get the bag from the table.

Suddenly, Huo Dongcheng held her wrist.

His hands were hot and rough, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, which was in sharp contrast to her fair and tender skin.

Wen Liang twitched, but didn't pull out, and his grip became tighter.

Wen Liang felt uneasy and glanced at him, "Brother Dongcheng..."

Huo Dongcheng let go of his hand, leaned back on the chair and looked at her, asking under the influence of alcohol, "Do you... hate me now?"