I'm Pregnant With a Wealthy Old Man's Child

At this moment, Zu Qi's head froze.

He maintained the posture of sitting on the bed blankly, stared blankly at Xue Jue standing in front of him for a long time, opened his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "When did you... come in?"

If Zu Qi remembered correctly, he locked the door after entering the bedroom, so how did Xue Jue get in?

And shouldn't Xue Jue be working overtime in the company at this time?

Countless thoughts flashed through Zu Qi's mind, and the more he thought about it, the more desperate he felt. He clenched the bed sheet tightly with both hands, and his breathing was so difficult that it seemed that someone had punched him hard in the face. The fine pain spread along the nerves to the limbs skeleton.

He didn't know how Xue Jue would react when he found out about his space, and he didn't even dare to imagine the fate he was about to face...

In just one minute, Zu Qi was shocked into a cold sweat.

"I..." Zu Qi said.

However, as soon as he uttered a word, he saw Xue Jue free a hand, and gently pressed the warm back of his hand against his cold forehead. After pausing for a moment, Xue Jue asked, "Is there any discomfort?"

Zu Qi didn't expect Xue Jue's reaction to be much calmer than he imagined, so he was stunned for a while, then shook his head.

"I'm very good."

"But you don't look very good." Xue Jue pursed his lips and observed Zu Qi's face closely, with a hint of worry in his brows, "I'll take you to the hospital for a look."

Because the two of them were too close, Xue Jue's hot breath sprayed all over Zu Qi's cheeks.

The guilty Zu Qi didn't dare to look directly at Xue Jue, but he could see Xue Jue's clear and beautiful face close at hand in his peripheral vision, as if he was about to kiss him in the next second.

Zu Qi suddenly thought of some messy pictures, and his cheeks gradually turned red.

He subconsciously leaned back a few minutes, until fresh air poured in between him and Xue Jue, like a fish returning to the water, he finally took a breath.

"No need." Zu Qi closed his eyes and refused.

Xue Jue seemed to feel Zu Qi's rejection, his eyes flickered slightly, he slowly stood up straight with Xue Wan in his arms, and then explained: "I have been knocking on the door outside for a long time, but you have not responded, so I will Ask Butler Zhang to bring a spare key."

After a pause, he added softly, "I'm worried about you."

Zu Qi looked at Xue Jue, and found that the other party was also looking at him intently, and his ears became hotter for a while.

"I'm really fine. Maybe I went to the company during the day and I'm a little tired." Zu Qi pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled as if nothing had happened.

Xue Jue obviously didn't believe Zu Qi's words, but he couldn't persuade Zu Qi to go to the hospital for an examination, so they just stared at each other for a while.

Just when Xue Jue was about to speak, Xue Wanwan in his arms suddenly opened his mouth and began to cry.

Seeing this, Zu Qi breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time, he felt that his own son was so cute that he even cried so appropriately.

"He seems to be hungry, you go and feed him something to eat." Zu Qi couldn't wait to start chasing people away.

Although Xue Jue had been softly coaxing Xue Wanwan, he still saw all the changes in Zu Qi's expression from the corner of his eye. He was immediately annoyed and helpless, so he had to swallow the rest of the words, and left the bedroom with Xue Wanwan in his arms.

Zu Qi watched Xue Jue disappear behind the door, and felt alive again for a moment.

Now Xue Jue has been able to take care of Xue Wanwan very skillfully. He quickly came to the nursery, holding Xue Wanwan with one hand, and mixing the milk powder as quickly as possible with the other hand.

Xiaoya outside heard the commotion and hurried over to help.

Xue Wanwan was indeed hungry, his whole face was flushed red from crying, and he tossed desperately in Xue Jue's arms.

It wasn't until Xiaoya put the baby bottle warmed with cold water into his arms that the little guy reflexively held the baby bottle and sucked it. His thick eyelashes like a small fan were wet from crying, and his cheeks were still blushing. red.

Xiaoya looked at the young master and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Both Mr. and Mrs. have such good looks, even if the young master was born like a wrinkled little monkey, he won't be so ugly now that he's grown up.

Sure enough, genes determine the level of appearance...

After Xue Wanwan completely calmed down, Xue Jue walked out of the nursery with the little guy in his arms, and Xiaoya was left to clean up the mess. Xiaoya put everything back in place neatly in less than 10 minutes.

When leaving, Xiaoya saw Xue Jue standing quietly outside the door, as if waiting for her.

Xiaoya was stunned: "Sir, are you looking for me?"

Xue Jue nodded. He just went downstairs and handed Xue Wanwan who was drinking milk to Weng Yuxiang. After thinking about it, he was still uneasy and came back to find Xiaoya.

"I just want to ask, is there any discomfort in Zu Qi's body recently?" Xue Jue said hesitantly. In fact, it was a bit embarrassing for him to ask Xiaoya these words.

Xue Jue is a person who values ​​privacy very much. Even the unspeakable past between him and Zu Qi is rarely known. Weng Yuxiang and Xue Yanjing even thought that Xue Jue fell in love with Zu Qi at first sight, and they chased him after begging for nothing. in hand.

Therefore, asking an outsider about her husband's recent situation would make Xue Jue feel a little embarrassed.

Even if Xue Jue and Zu Qi stopped arguing and quarreling in their marriage, he was unwilling to let other people know about such a private matter.

It's a pity that he has been so busy with business affairs recently, the number of times he has come back can be counted on one hand, and he really can't spare the energy to pay attention to Zu Qi.

Xiaoya didn't know what Xue Jue was thinking, but seeing his hesitant and tense expression, she didn't dare to give a perfunctory answer. After thinking about it for a long time, she said: "When you are not at home, I rarely see you. When Madam goes out, he will either play with the young master in the living room or in the small garden, or stay in the bedroom, there seems to be nothing wrong."

After hearing this, Xue Jue gave a thank you, and then fell silent.

Xiaoya was quiet for two seconds, observed Xue Jue's expression, and said cautiously: "Sir, what's wrong with Madam?"

"It's okay." Xue Jue came back to his senses quickly, and his face quickly returned to his previous indifference. He warned, "Pay more attention to him, and call me directly if there is anything."

Xiaoya nodded blankly.

"Don't let him know that I asked you these things." Xue Jue said again.

Xiaoya responded quickly: "Okay, I will keep my mouth shut."

After saying this, Xue Jue was about to go downstairs to see Xue Wanwan. When he turned around, he suddenly remembered something, and he said again, "By the way, tell everyone that you don't need to call him his wife, just call him by name."

When bringing Zu Qi back, Xue Jue didn't deliberately tell Steward Zhang and Xiaoya how to address Zu Qi. Later, when they spontaneously called Mrs. Zu Qi, even though he thought it was a bit funny, he didn't correct them either.

Anyway, he and Zu Qi spent very little time together, and the title "madame" would only disgust Zu Qi alone, and had no effect on him at all.

However, now that the two of them live under the same roof, and even sleep in the same bed, Xue Jue still feels uncomfortable after hearing too many "madam" titles.

It's not that I feel disgusting, but that Zu Qi, a big man with tall legs and long legs, is called "Madame"...

It hurt my self-esteem a bit.

Even Xue Jue didn't realize that he started to care about Zu Qi's feelings unconsciously, which was absolutely impossible before.

strange.

Zu Qi sat by the bed for a long time, repeatedly rubbing the crystal-clear emerald in his palm, and waited until his beating heart gradually calmed down before he felt a chill.

It was snowing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the indoor temperature was very low.

Zu Qi suddenly remembered that he felt a little hot when he packed his luggage, so he turned off the heater in the bedroom.

So Zu Qi picked up the remote control and turned on the heater, feeling waves of warm current rushing towards his face, enveloping his whole body, his shoulders suddenly relaxed, and let out a long breath.

All kinds of clothes and three suitcases were still in a mess on the floor in front of the closet, but Zu Qi couldn't arouse the interest in continuing to pack things.

After sitting there for a while, Zu Qi simply kicked off his slippers, crawled into the bed, and lay down to play with his mobile phone.

People are prone to laziness in a comfortable and comfortable environment. It didn't take long for Zu Qi to forget the nervousness and apprehension just now, and fell asleep under the warm quilt.

He slept deeply at first, but after an unknown period of time, his body gradually became heavy, as if he had entered a hot steamer.

Zu Qi unconsciously kicked off the quilt, his cheeks became hot, and his thoughts finally cleared up a little.

After lying like this for a while, Zu Qi felt that his throat was very dry. He wanted to get out of bed to get a glass of water, but his heavy body couldn't exert any strength.

Zu Qi struggled for a long time and still lay there intact.

Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to hear the sound of the door opening, followed by a series of footsteps. Zu Qi opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a faint figure shaking beside the bed.

"Zu Qi."

Someone is calling him.

Then, a hand rested lightly on his forehead.

The temperature of that hand was a little low, and when it was attached to Zu Qi's hot skin, the cool air seemed to have vitality, and penetrated directly into Zu Qi's nerves.

"Xue Jue..." Zu Qi half-closed his eyes, opened his lips slightly, and exhaled hot air from his nostrils, "I'm so uncomfortable..."

"You've caught a cold." Xue Jue seemed to have no idea. Zu Qi was fine just now, but turned around and became ill like this. He sighed helplessly, "I'll get you medicine."

Zu Qi was still feverish, dizzy, and his mind seemed to be frozen. He didn't hear what Xue Jue said clearly, and when he realized that Xue Jue was about to take his hand away, he raised his hand and held it down in a panic.

"Don't go..."

The slightly cool back of his hand continued to stick to his face, and Zu Qi curled up the corners of his mouth, like a satisfied cat, after rubbing it happily twice, he let out a contented sigh.

"It's so comfortable."

Xue Jue had no choice but to stand where he was with Zu Qi, and only slowly withdrew his hand when Zu Qi's consciousness became blurred.

Not long after Zu Qi fell asleep, he heard Xue Jue calling his name again. He was hugged by Xue Jue and sat up, taking medicine and drinking water.

After busy work, Xue Jue helped Zu Qi lie back under the blanket, and brought a damp towel to wipe the sweat off his face and body.

Originally, Xue Jue was still sulking because Zu Qi had something to hide from him, but now seeing Zu Qi's fragile and pitiful appearance, he couldn't get angry at all.

What a fool.

You can get sick if you stay at home, and when you go to the film crew, I'm afraid you won't cherish your body even more.