My newlywed husband is infertile, but I’m pregnant

Qiao Xi slowly opened her eyes, took the phone with the screen on the bedside table and glanced at the sender of the message.

It turned out to be Xu Xiuyuan, and the text message had just been sent.

She glanced at the time displayed on the screen of her phone and saw that it was already past one in the morning.

Qiao Xi's heart was not at peace.

She turned her head and glanced at the sleeping Huo Xingzhou, thought for a while and finally got up. He put on a coat and walked quietly out of the door.

Click, the door was closed with a soft sound.

She walked along the corridor to the glass window at the end, where she could have a panoramic view of all the scenery outside the window. He also stayed away from the guest room to avoid waking up Lao Chen and Sun Weimeng.

She took a deep breath and wrapped the coat tightly around her body.

It's snowing in the Imperial Capital tonight, and the heating is already on in the villa. It's just that the temperature near the window is a little lower than in the room, and the cold squeezes in crazily from the gaps.

Qiao Xi took out her cell phone and looked at the message Xu Xiuyuan sent again. He said that the thing he was asked to do last time had come to an end, and she would give him a call back when it was convenient.

Qiao Xi dialed the phone.

beep.

After a few calls, the other end was quickly connected.

"Hey, Qiao Xi." Xu Xiuyuan's voice was low and gentle.

"I'm sorry to call you so late. I want to ask if the handwriting has been authenticated?" Qiao Xi asked softly.

Her palms were cold.

I want to hear the answer, but I don’t know what to do when I actually get the answer.

"Qiao Xi, experts say that the two handwritings look very different. But in fact, the writing strength is similar, but the fonts are very different. So they should be written by the same person. General handwriting identification is easy to confuse and mistakenly believe that It’s two people.”

But the Liu family is so authoritative in jewelry and antiques that any old master supported by the family is a master.

Qiao Xi's breath hitched.

"Are you sure it's the same person? Is it possible there's a mistake?"

"I'm sure. In order to ensure the accuracy of the results, I found five calligraphy and painting collection appraisers at the same time. They are all sure to be from the same person, so I will send you a message."

Xu Xiuyuan really wanted to do something useful for Qiao Xi to make up for the harm done to her by the Xu family and the Liu family.

This was the first time Qiao Xi asked him, so he put everything aside and focused on doing her thing.

There is nothing wrong with this result!

"I see."

Qiao Xi's voice was very soft, and her mind was buzzing.

"Thank you for helping me. If you ever need me in the future, just ask."

Xu Xiuyuan heard something was wrong in her tone and asked tentatively: "Whose handwriting is this? Is it important to you?"

"It's important, but I don't know what to do now."

Qiao Xi smiled bitterly.

If Zhong Yi is really A Yi, how should she face him?

He is now a member of the Zhong family, and Lu Yingxue is his fiancée. They will get married sooner or later.

And she can't let go of her grandma's hatred. Will they eventually go against each other?

Things get more complicated.

Xu Xiuyuan comforted: "If you still need help, you can talk to me. I will never tell outsiders about this matter, and I am very careful when looking for experts. No third person will know about it except us."

"Thank you for keeping my secret. But I need to confirm this again."

"Okay, it's very late. Please make sure to rest. Girls can't stay up late all the time. I'll hang up first." Xu Xiuyuan could hear something was wrong in Qiao Xi's voice. She might not have time to waste on him now.

So, Xu Xiuyuan hung up the phone very wisely.

Qiao Xi leaned against the window and flipped through the pages on her phone aimlessly.

Off and on again.

She finally entered the word Zhong Yi into the browser, and what popped up were the illegitimate children of the Zhong family and what kind of cooperation Zhong Yi had negotiated.

Iron-blooded wrist.

Unparalleled wisdom.

With his performance over the years after returning to the Zhong family, he was getting closer and closer to the position of successor candidate, and even surpassed the serious Zhong Lingxiao in the limelight.

At the same time, the gossip media has been digging into the identity of his mother and his childhood experiences.

Qiao Xi had doubts before and searched for information about Zhong Yi. However, the time of Zhongyi's return was not the same year as "Ayi's death", so she did not think in this direction.

There seemed to be a voice inside that kept stopping me.

She doesn't want Zhongyi to be Ayi.

Even though they have similar faces and the same name, Zhong Yi and A Yi have completely different temperaments and ways of doing things.

She didn't dare to think about what made him a completely different person.

No wonder he went to Moon Village, no wonder Aunt Chunhua said someone was paying homage. No wonder he would waver between cousins ​​Xiang Mingzhu and Lu Yingxue and sow discord.

Qiao Xi's throat felt sore, and she suppressed the emotions surging in her heart.

Regarding the fact that Zhong Yi is A Yi, Zhong Yi doesn't want her to know, and Xing Zhou doesn't want her to know either.

The two men had been exchanging news for a long time and were determined to keep it a secret from her.

She struggled to adjust.

He didn't notice an elongated figure approaching in the corridor.

"Qiao Xi."

Huo Xingzhou stood in the light and shadow and shouted softly.

Qiao Xi was startled, and suddenly turned her head to see a tall figure two or three meters away from her. His eyebrows were cold, and his eyes fell on her with a bit of confusion and concern.

"Why are you awake? Did I wake you up?"

Qiao Xi walked to his side and asked softly.

Huo Xingzhou reached out and squeezed her hand and said, "Why didn't you sleep? Your hands are so cold and you don't know how to put on more clothes."

"I came out... to make a phone call. I'm afraid I'll disturb you when you sleep."

Qiao Xi's voice was soft and soft, restraining the surge of sourness.

"What phone call do I need to make here?" Huo Xingzhou took her hand and walked to the room. "Next time, don't answer the call in the middle of the night. Sleep is more important."

"Ah."

Qiao Xi whispered, "I know."

"Let's go back to the room first."

Huo Xingzhou pushed the door open and let her go in first.

Then, close the door.

He took off her coat and hung it aside, put his hands on her shoulders, and looked down at her slightly.

His voice was low: "If you run out to make a phone call in the middle of the night, it will make me think that you have done something behind my back. For example... Hongxing cheated on me."

Qiao Xi pursed her lips and handed him the phone: "Then check the case. I have not deleted all the records."

Huo Xingzhou took her mobile phone over and pretended to actually check the post.

He saw that it was him at the top, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

Then he put the phone aside and didn't look at anything else.

With a smile on his face, he looked at her and said, "Want to see my phone?"

Qiao Xi became interested.

The two of them usually trust each other and would not look through each other's phones at will.

But Qiao Xi was very curious about what was in his phone.

What other secrets are hidden in Mr. Huo’s mobile phone of Tianyuan Group?

She licked her dry lips and asked, "Is that okay?"

The corners of his lips curled up, and his tone was a bit beguiling: "If you make me happy, then that's fine."