My newlywed husband is infertile, but I’m pregnant

Qiao Xi followed Huo Xingzhou out of the cafe and saw the car when she reached the corner.

The seat is somewhat hidden.

The man opened the passenger door of the Rolls-Royce and Qiao Xi slowly got in.

Her eyes were following Huo Xingzhou, and she was thinking about how to ask her doubts, which seemed quite absent-minded.

Huo Xingzhou walked around the car and sat in the driver's seat somewhat casually.

He glanced at Qiao Xi and found that she was in a daze. He leaned over and pulled her seat belt to fasten it for her.

Qiao Xi smelled an extremely refreshing fragrance at the tip of her nose, her eyes flashed back to her senses, and she saw the man's cold face.

Her breath paused slightly.

Suddenly I heard a click and the seat belt was fastened.

She sensed that Huo Xingzhou was about to pull away, so she subconsciously reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling him close.

Just pushing too hard.

The man's forehead touched her smooth forehead.

Huo Xingzhou let out a soft groan and looked at her with his deep eyes.

Breathe extremely close.

Qiao Xi could feel the warmth on his body. As long as she got a little closer, she could kiss his thin lips.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Xi looked into his cool and clear eyes and asked in a strange way: "Didn't you drink coffee?"

He didn't have the mellow and rich smell of coffee, and she noticed that there was a cup of coffee in front of him when he walked in.

The corners of Huo Xingzhou's mouth dropped slightly and he moved closer.

There seemed to be a layer of ambiguity in the car, and even the nonexistent air seemed to be a little warm.

The man's thin lips could almost touch the corners of her lips, and his voice was very soft: "I don't like to drink matcha latte."

Qiao Xi nodded thoughtfully, and her voice softened a lot: "I remember that you still drink latte at the company, and you don't like matcha."

Huo Xingzhou raised his eyes and looked at his figure reflected in her clear eyes.

“Matcha is okay.”

He just didn't like the green things Zhong Yi gave him.

That would make him feel very unhappy.

Qiao Xi asked hesitantly: "Then you came here to see Mr. Zhong in the middle of the night to discuss business?"

The man asked back: "Are you and Sun Weimeng coming here to catch someone raping?"

"certainly not."

Qiao Xi was led away by him and quickly denied, "I am really worried that you are in danger and choose to hide me, and I am a little bit curious. Who is the person worthy of you coming out to meet in the middle of the night?"

Unexpectedly, it was Zhong Yi.

Huo Xingzhou asked quietly: "Then how did you feel when you saw Zhong Yi?"

Qiao Xi's apricot eyes flashed, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly: "I think you really didn't fall in love with the wrong person! It's impossible for you to go out for a private meeting with the opposite sex in the middle of the night like Mr. Sun said."

A chuckle escaped from Huo Xingzhou's throat: "I was asking... forget it."

He wanted to ask her how she felt when she saw Zhong Yi, not how she felt when she found out her husband was having a secret meeting with a man in the middle of the night.

But Huo Xingzhou was pleased by her reaction.

She didn't take meeting Zhong Yi to heart.

It was as if all the entanglements and doubts were left in Haicheng and disappeared. After arriving in the imperial capital, she seemed to rarely mention "Ayi", not even once.

Have you really given up?

Or should we lay low and wait until we have the opportunity to investigate what happened to "Ayi" in the future?

Huo Xingzhou didn't get to the bottom of it.

Instead, his eyes fell on her fair face, her hand still holding his tie.

In this situation, if we don’t do anything, it seems like we’re regretting the atmosphere.

His eyes were half lowered, his burning eyes fell on her red lips, and he lowered his head to touch them.

It was like a feather gently tickling her, making Qiao Xi's heart itch.

She licked her lips subconsciously, but accidentally licked his thin lips, and she was slightly stunned.

The man's eyes slowly raised and glanced at her, his eyes filled with a bit of smile.

Qiao Xi looked away a little unnaturally and said, "I have something to ask."

She couldn't hold back.

"You said."

His lips fell on the side of her face, and he kissed her patiently, waiting for her to speak.

Qiao Xi recalled what she had vaguely seen when she entered the door, and said with caution and a little tentatively: "When Mr. Sun and I broke in, there seemed to be a book of information on the coffee table. What was that? "

Wan Jiang hid behind him in a hurry, looking very flustered, but refused to let her see him anyway.

Qiao Xi thinks they have a secret.

It was obviously a medical record.

As a doctor, she is the most sensitive to this kind of thing, and her eyesight is also good.

The printed fonts at the top of the medical record were relatively large, and she vaguely saw the word "Haicheng".

It's more like a medical record from a hospital in Haicheng.

Could it be that Huo Xingzhou and Zhong Yi met in the middle of the night just to talk about medical records?

Whose medical record is it?

Huo Xingzhou's voice was low: "It's a medical record."

Nothing is hidden.

He is not stupid, he can naturally feel her abnormal emotions.

Qiao Xi's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't expect him to actually say that.

She bit her cheek and asked softly: "Whose medical record is that? Is it yours?" At this point, she was a little concerned but confused.

I wanted to hold Huo Xingzhou's hand and feel his pulse.

During the time they were apart, she didn't even remember this incident. He was severely injured in the car accident and fell into a coma. The human body is so mysterious, who knows if there are any hidden dangers.

Huo Xingzhou held her wrist, put one hand on the back of the soft chair and whispered, "It's not mine, it's Mr. Zhong's. He suffered a gunshot wound in Haicheng before. You know this."

Qiao Xi followed his words and said: "At first he said that the fever caused pneumonia, but in fact he was injured."

"This is one of the medical records about his gunshot wounds. It cannot fall into other people's hands. I took it and gave it to him."

Huo Xingzhou's tone was calm, and his eyes didn't reveal any other emotions at all.

Qiao Xi nodded slowly after listening to his words.

"So it is."

Qiao Xi looked at him, "But you still have to let me take your pulse to feel at ease. I'm very worried about you, Huo Xingzhou."

If God could grant her one wish, she hoped that Huo Xingzhou would live a long life, have a smooth life, and stop causing trouble.

"it is good."

Huo Xingzhou's voice seemed to be filled with all the tenderness.

He slowly distanced himself from her and stretched out his wrist to feel her pulse.

Qiao Xi put her fingers on his wrist, holding her breath and feeling the beating of his pulse.

She frowned slightly.

This pulse...

Qiao Xi turned her head and looked at Huo Xingzhou deeply: "Your nightlife in Haicheng seems to be quite rich."

Chinese medicine is profound and profound, and as long as you have deep skills, you can detect anything.

"Scraping bamboo with a light knife will make it astringent but not slippery."

This is astringent pulse!

Huo Xingzhou looked at her, his eyes calm and seemingly innocent.

He asked: "What does this mean?"

Qiao Xi glared at him angrily and said, "I'm going to ask you what you did behind my back."