Went into the wrong room and offended the heir of a wealthy family

Chapter 526 The Taker

When Dr. Su walked out of the room, Zhao Xiaohe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing whether she should feel lucky or sad.

After all, it's unlucky to live separately on the wedding night.

But she hadn't yet recovered from Zhou Ran's phone call to steal his marriage, and she felt a little grateful to Dr. Su for temporarily leaving.

Then, I felt ashamed of my gratitude.

Dr. Su is so nice, no matter what he does, he must have his reasons. On the contrary, how could I still think about another man on my wedding night?

Zhao Xiaohe took a deep breath and repeatedly told herself that no matter how many years she and Zhou Ran had been together, it was all in the past.

The person who would be with her for a long time in the future was Dr. Su, and she wanted to be filled with Dr. Su. Zhao Xiaohe slowly dried her hair and lay on the bed.

Strange environment, strange bed.

Zhao Xiaohe thought she would have insomnia tonight.

But no, maybe it was because the new bed was too soft, or maybe it was because the whole room was filled with Dr. Su's scent, gently surrounding her.

Zhao Xiaohe fell asleep quickly.

She slept soundly, but was still awakened by a knock on the door the next day.

Su Zhuoming stood outside the door with a warm smile on his face, "Will it be too early to wake you up?"

Zhao Xiaohe was sleepy and slow to react. After seeing Su Zhuoming, it took her a while to wake up. She reacted and subconsciously combed her messy hair with her hands.

She was not worthy of Dr. Su in the first place, and now she was even more worried that her messy image would reduce her points.

But Su Zhuoming didn't seem to care. His gentle eyes shone with a hint of light. He naturally reached out his hand and tidied up the loose hair on her forehead.

"Hurry up and change your clothes, breakfast is ready."

Zhao Xiaohe quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face. She originally wanted to put on some light makeup, but was worried that Dr. Su would have to wait too long, so she had to go out without makeup.

Outside the living room, Su's mother and Su's father were both there.

They originally lived separately from their son, but on their son's wedding day, they wanted to drink the tea offered by their daughter-in-law the day before, so they stayed here for one night.

Zhao Xiaohe offered them tea one by one with a respectful attitude, fearing that she would be impolite.

Mother Su and Father Su each gave her a thick red envelope.

Mother Su looked at her with a smile.

"Xiao He, you will be Zhuo Ming's wife from now on. You have to work hand in hand with him. It would be best if we could have children for our Su family as soon as possible." Zhao Xiao He's face turned red and she whispered, "I know, Mom."

Su Zhuoming frowned slightly, "Mom, why are you saying these things so early in the morning?"

Mother Su was not angry either, "It's unbelievable, you're so anxious to protect her, she's just married into the family."

Since both Mrs. Su and Mr. Su were so open-minded and easy-going, Zhao Xiaohe gradually became less reserved, and everyone spent a harmonious breakfast time together.

After staying at home for three days, Zhao Xiaohe wanted to go back to work.

Zhao Xiaohe had injured her eyes recently and was attacked by an electric car owner, so she had to take a long leave. She always felt uneasy and wanted to return to work as soon as possible.

She wanted to make herself better so that she could be worthy of Dr. Su.

Su Zhuoming disagreed.

"Your eyes have only just recovered, and the wound from the knife hasn't healed completely yet. You need to rest for a while."

"I'm fine." Zhao Xiaohe quickly assured: "I will definitely take good care of myself."

She is destined to be restless.

She didn't need to be hospitalized and didn't have a job, so she was afraid that she would get moldy if she stayed at home alone.

Seeing her insistence, Su Zhuoming could only take a step back and said, "Come to the hospital to see me at noon. Check your eyes and wound every day."

Zhao Xiaohe agreed obediently.

Everyone was surprised when she returned to the company.

Generally speaking, newlyweds have at least a ten-day honeymoon period.

When Deng Qing got married, Shen Weidong directly approved her for half a month's leave, and she and Hong Dahu went to many places to play.

She rushed back the day before Zhao Xiaohe's wedding.

Deng Qing found an opportunity and whispered to her, "Didn't Doctor Su mention taking you on a honeymoon?" Zhao Xiaohe quickly said, "My injuries haven't fully healed yet, and Doctor Su doesn't allow me to run around."

Deng Qing could understand and didn't ask any more questions.

She observed Zhao Xiaohe carefully and found that she walked as usual, without any strangeness.

But it's so normal that it seems strange.

Thinking back to the first two days after her wedding to Hong Dahu, she almost couldn’t get out of bed.

They were both remarried, and Hong Dahu was so old, so she thought he wouldn't be too keen on this kind of thing. But Hong Dahu might have been holding back his energy for a few years, so he kept forcing her to do it for a long time.

After finally feeding her, she was able to go to sleep, but Hong Dahu woke her up again in the middle of the night...

Hong Dahu didn't know anything about romantic foreplay or any techniques. He just relied on his hot blood and pushed forward to the death.

He was strong and powerful. Deng Qing couldn't get out of bed for two days. Even her meals were brought to her room by Hong Dahu. By comparison, even if Dr. Su was gentle and considerate, Zhao Xiaohe's walking posture was a little too normal.

But even if Deng Qing had a good relationship with Zhao Xiaohe, she was too embarrassed to ask about this matter in person, especially since her husband was Dr. Su, who was as gentle as the breeze and bright moon.

Asking any more questions would be disrespectful to Dr. Su.

Zhao Xiaohe had no idea of ​​the complicated thoughts in Deng Qing's mind and went back to work seriously.

At noon, she went straight to the hospital for a follow-up check-up.

It just so happened that Duan Feifei was going to accompany Shen Weidong for rehabilitation, and she insisted on calling Lu Mingyue over.

Lu Mingyue was driving her little Fit, and knowing that Zhao Xiaohe also needed to go to the hospital for a follow-up checkup, she simply took her with her.

Today Lu Mingyue was the driver, and Duan Feifei and Shen Weidong sat in the back seat of the car.

Zhao Xiaohe had no choice but to sit in the front passenger seat. She thought it was magical.

In the past, Mingyue and Duan Feifei were really incompatible. Every time they met, they were either fighting with each other or on their way to fighting with each other.

But today... Duan Feifei actually forced Lu Mingyue to go to the hospital with them?

Zhao Xiaohe was so curious that the gossipy spirit in her heart instantly revived, and she really wanted to ask the reason.

But Duan Feifei is the boss’s wife now, so she dare not gossip in front of the boss and the boss’s wife, so she can only hold it in for now.

Arriving at the hospital, before they even entered the hospital gate, they heard a roar -

"You shameless slut!"

The roar was accompanied by the sound of slapping.

A few people subconsciously looked over and found that it was an acquaintance.

Zhao Xiaohe’s extremely bad relatives.

The person who beat the man was Zhao Shanbao. His face was distorted, and his originally handsome face became terrifying.

He grabbed Feng Shiyan's hair with one hand and pulled her towards him.

"Bitch, tell me the truth, whose bastard is in your belly!"

Feng Shiyan was pulled so hard that it hurt, but she stared at him coldly, "Watch your mouth! My child is not a bastard."

Everyone understood the two conversations instantly.

The baby in Feng Shiyan's belly is not Zhao Shanbao's!

So, he asked Zhao's father and mother to come to Zhao Xiaohe every day to get money, and finally spent such a high bride price to marry Feng Shiyan.

In the end, he ended up being someone else's scapegoat?