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

When Fu Zheng and Fu Shifan returned home, they saw Wen Liang wearing a stethoscope with the flat head placed on her bulging abdomen, listening carefully to the fetal heartbeat.

Fu Shifan took off her schoolbag and put it in the corner of the sofa. She tilted her head and looked at Wen Liang curiously, "Aunt, what are you listening to?"

Wen Liang smiled and glanced at her, "Listen to the baby's heartbeat."

"Can I hear you? Can I hear you?"

"Come on, try it."

Wen Liang took off the stethoscope and put it on Fu Shifan's ears.

Fu Shifan raised his eyebrows, took the flat stethoscope from Wen Liang's hand, slowly moved it over Wen Liang's abdomen, and listened attentively.

A minute later, Wen Liang asked her, "How is it?"

Fu Shifan took off the stethoscope and said, "It's amazing, Auntie, after I put it on, it feels like..."

She rolled her round eyes and thought about her words. "It's like being in the dark. The sounds outside are blurry, but the sounds coming from this flat, round thing are loud and clear."

“That’s what it does.”

Fu Shifan put on the stethoscope again, placed the tip of the stethoscope on his chest, and took a deep breath.

She suddenly thought of something, took two steps, stopped, turned around and looked at Wen Liang, "Aunt, can I listen to Tuantuan's breathing?"

"Go."

"yeah!"

Tuantuan has grown from a tiny kid into an adult cat weighing eight kilograms. The two bells have been taken off. As its cheeks have grown, its head has become round and plump, and it looks very cute.

It was curled up in the space capsule of the cat climbing frame, with the tip of its round tail swaying from time to time, looking so comfortable.

The little girl walked over with a stethoscope, stood on tiptoe, stroked the cat's head twice, put the stethoscope on Tuantuan's belly, and listened attentively with her little face.

Tuantuan looked at her twice, lay motionless, and began to snore.

After playing in the living room for a while, Fu Shifan was taken upstairs by Aunt Wang to sleep.

Wen Liang also washed up and went to bed early, leaning against the head of the bed and playing some light music.

Around 9:30, Fu Zheng, who had just finished his work, pushed the door open with a stethoscope in his hand and asked casually, "Did Fanfan use it to listen to Tuantuan just now?"

Wen Liang nodded, "Yeah."

"Then I'll go and detoxify."

"You can let Auntie take care of it tomorrow."

"It's okay. I'm done with my work. I'll just do it if I have time."

"So early today?"

"Ah."

Fu Zheng cleaned and disinfected the stethoscope very carefully, wiping it back and forth with alcohol several times.

After disinfection, he did not put away the stethoscope, but placed it on the bedside, took his pajamas and walked to the private bathroom.

Wen Liang glanced at it and didn't care, thinking that he also wanted to listen to the fetal heartbeat.

The sound of shower water came from the bathroom. After a while, Fu Zheng came out in pajamas and saw Wen Liang lying down with his eyes closed, as if he was preparing to sleep, or as if he had already fallen asleep.

He picked up the stethoscope on the table and put it on, then lifted the quilt and got on the bed. He turned sideways towards Wen Liang, supported the bed with one elbow, and with the other hand, he held the stethoscope head and placed it on Wen Liang's protruding abdomen, and listened carefully.

Wen Liang was about to ask him how he felt when he heard Fu Zheng muttering to himself, "…Why can't I hear it clearly?"

“…Maybe it will be clearer this way.”

As he spoke, Fu Zheng lifted the hem of her pajamas and placed his cool head directly against her skin.

The sudden action caught Wen Liang off guard. Her tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly and she shrank back sensitively.

He slowly moved his head, finally found the best position, and stopped moving.

Then Fu Zheng whispered, "It's clearer this way, just like the ticking of a clock, it sounds healthy..."

After listening for a minute, Fu Zheng took away the stethoscope.

Wen Liang relaxed all over and was about to fall asleep, but the next second, Wei Liang's head came close to him again.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"I want to hear your heartbeat."

Fu Zheng said as he raised his head.

It moved slowly and gently, with a little bit of coolness, like a feather passing across her sensitive skin, gradually moving upwards.

Wen Liang's breathing suddenly became rapid, his eyes were closed, and his whole body tensed up.

The head stopped precisely on her chest.

"Aliang, your heart is beating so fast." He seemed to be talking to her, but also seemed to be talking to himself, "Let me listen to your breathing... It seems very heavy, are you sick?"

Fu Zheng controlled the listening head, moving it to the left, then to the right. His movements were light and slow, and each time was unexpected, making people feel itchy in their heart as if they were being scratched by a cat.

As if he couldn't hear clearly, he pressed it with some force.

After a few minutes, the stethoscope left the skin.

Wen Liang felt extremely nervous, thinking that he would put his head close to her again in the next second.

There was a rustling sound, followed by the sound of a heavy object being placed on the table; Fu Zheng seemed to have really put away the stethoscope.

Wen Liang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a cool head pressed against her chest. She trembled sensitively and held her breath.

Tingtou left again.

The string in Wen Liang's heart was tense and he dared not let it go.

Like nervous and expectant.

There was the "click" sound of a stethoscope being placed on the table, followed by the faint sound of swallowing.

Fu Zheng is drinking water.

Wen Liang didn't dare to let his guard down at all.

Sure enough, as she expected, something else was posted.

But this time it was not the stethoscope that was listening to the head, but soft, moist and slightly cool lips, and something icy and cold.

The lips slowly moved down, and the cold thing followed, leaving behind a trail of wet marks, which quickly evaporated in the comfortable heated room, bringing a hint of coolness.

Wen Liangqing couldn't help but shiver, and then he realized that it seemed to be a piece of ice.

The ice made Fu Zheng's lips very cold, and the tip of his tongue and the breath he exhaled were cold.

But her body was getting hotter and hotter.

At a certain point, cold and heat collide with each other, intertwine and merge with each other, making people feel ecstatic and bringing great sensory impact.

Wen Liang's eyelashes trembled and her breathing became more rapid. She bit her lower lip, but finally couldn't help but let out a low groan.

Fu Zheng paused for a moment, slowly raised his head, straightened up, and met Wen Liang's flushed face and wet eyes, as if he had not yet recovered.

"Aren't you asleep?" He smiled and asked deliberately.

"You woke me up,"

Wen Liang looked away, yawned, and kicked him with his foot, "Drinking ice water in the middle of winter, aren't you afraid of getting a stomachache again?"

Fu Zheng grabbed her feet and kneaded them for her. He smiled and said, "It's okay, just one bite."

He changed the subject, "Have you had a lot of work lately?"

"They've all been distributed," Wen Liang said, "My assistant will only contact me if I can't make up my mind."

"Telephone?"

"Phone calls, emails, everything." Wen Liang glanced at him, "Why are you asking this?"

"Nothing, I'm just worried about you. The baby will be born in three months, so you'd better be careful at all times. The baby room should also be prepared. Aliang, where do you want to live?"