My newlywed husband is infertile, but I’m pregnant

Huo Xingzhou narrowed his eyes and unclenched his clenched fists. Looking at him coldly: "Clean up your mess and don't bring danger to her. Otherwise, I don't mind being your enemy."

"We have never been friends, at most we are allies. It's quite interesting to be a rival with someone like you."

Zhong Yi's lips were pale, but her eyes were even deeper.

Not to be outdone, she looked at him.

"Huo Xingzhou, you are jealous because she just gave me acupuncture. If you knew every bit of our past, wouldn't you go crazy with jealousy?"

Huo Xingzhou's handsome face was cold and his body was filled with chills.

"Zhong Yi, are you not jealous of me to the point of going crazy when you say these things? After all, she and I are married. We sleep in the same bed every night, and now you are just a stranger to her who we have met a few times."

Huo Xingzhou looked at his disheveled appearance and said, "Let you tidy up your appearance in the room. Look in the mirror and see the jealousy that cannot be concealed on your face."

He glanced at him with contempt and pride, and then left the room.

Zhong Yi stood there, thinking about his words.

Unconcealable jealousy?

He would like to take a look.

He shuffled to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, and sure enough, his eyes were full of jealousy.

He is still unwilling!

The more you are pushed by reality to do something you don't want to do, the more obvious your unwillingness becomes.

If he had a choice, he would not leave Moon Village and become the favorite of the Zhong family of the imperial capital!

Not to mention marrying Lu Yingxue!

Nor would he be ambiguous with so many women.

Now Qiao Xi must feel that he is surrounded by rotten peach blossoms and that he is a man who shows mercy at all times.

She hates such people the most.

Zhong Yi stretched out his hand to turn on the faucet, picked up the cold water and splashed it on his face, forcing himself to calm down.

His assistant Wan Jiang stood in the room at some point and asked cautiously: "Mr. Zhong, I'm here to bring you clothes. Why don't you change them first?"

Zhong Yi turned her back to him and asked: "Wan Jiang, do you think Dr. Qiao hates me?"

Wan Jiang's heart was in turmoil, and he carefully considered his words: "I guess I don't hate it. Dr. Qiao has a good temper, so he probably doesn't hate anyone in particular. But he probably hates Miss Lu very much..."

"I am engaged to Lu Yingxue, so she will also hate me. After all, Lu Yingxue is the culprit who killed Grandma Qiao... I am engaged to her just to make the Lu family pay the price."

Wan Jiang took a deep breath and quickly covered his ears.

"Mr. Zhong, what did you say? I can't hear you. Maybe there's too much earwax. I didn't even hear what you just said. Please put on your clothes. The engagement party isn't over yet, and you still have to go down to greet the guests. .”

He held the formal dress in his hand and handed it to Zhong Yi: "By the way, the young master has already left the hotel. He may have gone home to complain. Miss Lu was alone below to socialize. She must have left. Let’s put up with what happened today.”

Marriage is a combination of interests.

Zhong Yi took the clothes and changed them one by one in front of him: "Of course she won't leave. Lu Yingxue is the most realistic woman in the imperial capital."

He buttoned his shirt and pulled on a black suit jacket.

I took a look in the mirror and felt dissatisfied.

Wan Jiang coaxed: "You're so handsome! You look good in anything you wear."

"Jiang million."

"To!"

Zhong Yi bent down and picked up the wet white suit embroidered with golden butterflies from the bathroom floor and handed it to him, "Find someone to clean it for me and hang it in my closet."

"Hey."

Wan Jiang didn’t dare to ask.

When did Mr. Zhong cherish his clothes so much? Normal dresses are worn out after just one wear.

Maybe this golden thread butterfly is so special.

He didn't dare to guess that this was the coat Dr. Qiao chose, and that Mr. Zhong valued it so much.

"Let's go."

Zhong Yi changed into a complete set and said.

"Okay." Wan Jiang quickly opened the door and pressed the elevator button on the fifth floor.

"Master Zhong, please invite me. Most of the guests did not leave. Only the lackeys of the eldest son followed him."

"Ah."

……

In the banquet hall.

Qiao Xi showed Ye Ying her injuries and left her room. Huo Sijiao was the first client who stayed in her room to maintain the beauty salon.

Qiao Xi held up her skirt, took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray and stood on the sofa on the second floor of the banquet hall.

Through the transparent glass corridor, he looked down at the crowd while waiting for Huo Xingzhou.

Lao Chen was right beside her, and this time he really didn't dare to leave at all.

The Imperial Capital is more terrifying than Haicheng!

Qiao Xi took a sip of champagne, her thoughts drifting away.

The vaguely scanned scar on Zhong Yi's lower back replayed in his mind over and over again. The location of that scar was so clever.

Qiao Xi drank the champagne unknowingly to cover up her gaffe.

The attendant refilled it for her with a wink.

Qiao Xi's eyes roamed over the various people in the banquet hall, like an outsider reviewing everything.

She saw Lu Yingxue holding up her skirt and smiling while socializing in the middle of the banquet hall. She also heard guests passing by on the second floor say that Lu Yingxue had a noble demeanor and could keep her composure very well. Ordinary women would have left the scene long ago. She was worthy of being personally selected by the old man of the Zhong family.

Qiao Xi saw another woman wearing coquettish and vulgar clothes next to Lu Yingxue.

It was Xiang Mingzhu, the former eldest daughter of the Xiang family.

The cousins ​​were having a conversation, but they were too far away to hear clearly.

Qiao Xi turned her face and leaned on the sofa, sipping the champagne unconsciously, feeling completely empty.

And in the banquet hall.

Xiang Mingzhu looked gloomy and said gloatingly: "At the engagement party, my fiancé slept with another woman. Cousin, how do you feel?"

Lu Yingxue's eyes were a little impatient, her eyes were cold and she said in a low voice: "It's better than you being ruined by that fat man. Do you think Zhong Yi hates you now?"

The hatred in Xiang Mingzhu's heart surged: "I don't have the favor, and neither do you!"

"Who said that. Zhong Yi and I are an unmarried couple. No matter what happens, I will be Mrs. Zhong, and you are just Zhao Chang's plaything."

Lu Yingxue looked at her contemptuously, "Xiang Mingzhu, you always want to compete with me and stand out. What are you comparing to me now? Romantic affairs will be forgotten in the blink of an eye. What's more, today is Zhongyi. Being plotted was not his intention.”

"He doesn't even like you Xiang Mingzhu, how can he still like Ye Ying?"

Lu Yingxue was in a bad mood, but she also said these heart-wrenching words, which made Xiang Mingzhu collapse in despair.

Lu Yingxue suppressed her voice and sneered: "If I were you, I wouldn't have the shame to come to the engagement banquet. But you deserve it for being such a bitch."

Xiang Mingzhu's eyes were red, and the hatred in his eyes was about to condense into substance: "It was you who harmed me! It was your Lu family who acquiesced in sending me to Zhao Chang's bed, so he dared to treat me so unscrupulously. Lu Yingxue, my mother If you knew..."

Zhao Chang has many tricks in bed, and each one of them tramples on Xiang Mingzhu's self-esteem.

All kinds of torture.

Lu Yingxue interrupted her: "So what if I know? Will she still care about you, the rapist's daughter? Xiang Mingzhu, you don't know the reason why she stayed abroad for so many years, right?"

The string in Xiang Mingzhu's mind was completely broken, and she shouted heartbreakingly: "Lu Yingxue, it was you who forced me! It was you who destroyed me! It was you!"

She looked crazy.

Take out a sharp fruit knife hidden in the bag!

A cold light flashed!

The air was filled with the smell of blood.