No divorce! Mr. Lu knelt down and coaxed him every night.

The long corridor of the hospital.

The night wind blows in, making people feel chilly, but it is clear that tonight is the lively New Year's Eve, a day of reunion.

Shen Cishu is rescuing.

The Shen family members were all standing outside with unbearable anxiety on their faces. They were really afraid that Shen Cishu would leave and be free from now on...

Secretary Xu also rushed over.

He helped Mr. Shen sit down and asked in confusion: "How can there be allergens in such a tight place? Are the escorts not paying attention?"

Under the fluorescent lamp, Mr. Shen's face was dark and unclear.

Secretary Xu understood,

He thought to himself: Good guy, it’s Mr. Qiao again!

When he was anxious, Mr. Shen's cell phone rang.

Mr. Shen glanced at the caller and answered it with a bleak and sinister tone: "Mr. Qiao finally got out of the house. If you don't have a family reunion, why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

"pay a New Year call."

Qiao Shiyan's tone was sinister: "I got a good wife, and I'm very grateful to my father-in-law! Besides, didn't Mr. Shen give me a message a few days ago and ask me for a reply... What happened tonight was Qiao's reply!"

Mr. Shen's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Even though he had been on the battlefield for a long time, he could not withstand Qiao Shiyan's provocation. In the end, he lost his temper and threw his cell phone, slamming it against the wall across the aisle.

The phone suddenly fell into pieces.

Secretary Xu quickly persuaded him and asked him to take care of himself. Mrs. Shen beside her was very distressed. She had no respect or love for Mr. Shen anymore, and Shen Zishan was heartbroken when she encountered these bad things.

In just six months, the Shen family went from being happy to falling apart.

……

In the villa, Qiao Shiyan sneered.

He could imagine Mr. Shen going crazy and losing his temper.

He put away the phone and walked back to the bedroom, lifted the quilt and went to bed, carefully holding Meng Yan in his arms. Her body was slender and soft, with only a slight bulge in her belly... Inside was his precious daughter.

Qiao Shiyan buried his head and kissed her belly.

Early in the morning, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Qiao Shiyan woke up very early. He lay on the bed and looked down at the gentle woman in his arms. Outside, there was the sound of firecrackers like boiling porridge...

But in the bedroom, it seemed peaceful.

He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Meng Yan awake. When she woke up, he held her in his arms and said in a hoarse voice: "I was just enjoying myself last night, but I haven't given you any lucky money yet! Xiao Yan, just call me brother and you'll give me lucky money." "

Meng Yan's face turned red.

This guy is always out of shape, he is in his early 40s, and he still wants to be an older brother.

She is so ashamed, how can she be willing to scream?

Qiao Shiyan was not satisfied and was not willing to let her go, so he pressed the woman under his body and teased her gently, teasing her up and down but not giving her pleasure and insisting that she scream for him.

Meng Yan really couldn't bear it.

Besides, she really wanted to...

Just when she was about to compromise, Xiao Qiao Huan crawled from the bottom of the bed to the bed and hugged Qiao Shiyan affectionately: "I also call daddy brother...brother give me lucky money."

This is terrible!

Qiao Shiyan turned over and pulled Xiao Qiaohuan into his arms.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, his chest couldn't help shaking and he laughed, but one hand quietly held Meng Yan's, and his voice was low and gentle: "I'll take her to the bathroom to have sex."

"The baby didn't want to poop."

"No, you want to poop."

……

After saying that, Qiao Shiyan got out of bed and carried Xiao Qiaohuan to the toilet in the bathroom.

The bathroom door is closed.

He walked back to the bed, pressed Meng Yan between the beds, and kissed her crazily.

In times of turmoil,

His voice was slightly hoarse: "Xiao Yan, happy New Year!"

……

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Shen Cishu was transferred to the No. 2 Hospital of the City for treatment.

His wife Zhao Jingwan never showed up. She was not taking care of Shen Xi, but was having sex with her lover every night.

Mrs. Shen came to visit.

She peeled an apple in front of the hospital bed and hesitated several times——

She still said to Shen Cishu: "Something happened to Jingwan recently! She had real feelings for a man outside, and that man borrowed 6000 million from her to do business."

"She was not prepared for such a big thing and lent money to others."

"I heard that later on, there were 2000 million and 3000 million yuan in transactions... These added up to a huge sum! She didn't dare to touch the Shen family's money, and all she used was her own dowry. She had all the money in her hands. There aren’t many left.”

……

Shen Cishu looked indifferent.

Mrs. Shen looked at his appearance and guessed that they really had no affection at all.

She sighed softly: "When Shen Xi recovers from her illness and you come out... go through the procedures with her! After all, the Shen family has been sorry for her in this matter, and they should compensate her for both emotional and rational reasons. If you have If you don't have enough money, come from me, it won't make people feel cold."

Shen Cishu never said a word.

Mrs. Shen guessed what he was thinking and said no more.

At the door, the nurse held a tray and said with a smile: "Mr. Shen, the examination room has been cleared. It's time for you to go for a lung CT scan."

Shen Cishu nodded lightly.

Mrs. Shen helped him out of bed, and when she reached out and touched him, she felt that he was very thin. Being a mother would inevitably lead to pain... She even blamed Mr. Shen for being selfish and ignorant. If he hadn't been selfish and vicious back then, how could Dictionary be where it is today?

The hospital clothes hung on Shen Dishu's body, empty.

Several people escorted him to the CT room.

People coming and going couldn't help but look at him curiously. Shen Cishu no longer cared about this kind of looking at him. He was now a walking corpse. He himself didn't know why he was alive.

In the aisle behind him stood a pregnant woman.

It's Lin Mo Nong.

Secretary Jin accompanied her for a prenatal check-up, and happened to bump into Shen Dishu going to check the CT scan. After going around in circles for so long...she still saw him.

When we meet again, she is not the gentle and fragrant Lin Mo Nong.

He is no longer Director Shen.

They are equally destitute.

Lin Mo Nong kept looking at his back, looking at his empty body. It was clear that when their hands touched each other in the past, there was warm skin, and just the right amount of muscles covering the bones and flesh... I didn't want to be so thin now. .

Unknowingly, Lin Mo Nong's eyes were filled with tears.

Secretary Jin came over with the pregnancy test report. She also saw Shen Cishu. After being stunned, she said softly to Lin Mo Nong: "The baby is very healthy! The driver is waiting downstairs."

Lin Mo Nong said softly.

She glanced at Shen Cishu's back again and followed Secretary Jin away.

She just left,

As if sensing something, Shen Cishu turned around suddenly, but he didn't see Lin Mo Nong.

There was only a hint of feminine fragrance in the empty corridor.

Spare time to hate!