Zhao Qian is breastfeeding, and there is a strong smell of milk in the bedroom. As soon as Meng Chu stepped in, she felt nauseous but she managed to suppress it.
Meng Chu's impression of a baby in their infancy still stays on the young man who helped her carry heavy objects, "Aunt Meng, is there anything else I can do?"
It is very novel to see the little guy who clenches his hands and fists and wants to sleep when he is full.
She leaned over to get closer to him, the smell on the little guy was even stronger, and her stomach rolled, and the nausea that was suppressed swept her over.
She didn't care about talking to Zhao Qian, covered her mouth, opened the door and rushed to the bathroom.
Zhao Qian's family hired an aunt who took care of the baby, and whispered to Zhao Qian, "Your friend, it seems that she's pregnant."
Zhao Qian is someone who has experienced it before, so she also thinks that Meng Chu's reaction was similar to her.
When Meng Chu opened the door again and came in, her expression was not very good, and she almost spat out bile.
Zhao Qian asked her: "Chuchu, are you pregnant?"
Meng Chu was startled when she heard the words, something seemed to explode in her mind, and she finally came out of Zhao Qian's house in a daze.
When she got home, she was finally sober.
They usually pay attention to it, but they don't always use protection. It's not that the man hasn't worn it. He tried it a few times, but he did not like it.
She may have long agreed deep in her heart that accidents would happen sooner or later.
In fact, it's not so unacceptable, on the contrary, there was a trace of joy in her heart. She touched the little life in her belly that she didn't know existed.
She even started to look forward to it.
Meng Chu sent a message to Zheng Wei: Can you transfer to another shift tomorrow morning and accompany me to another hospital?
Going to the People's Hospital, it is estimated that it will be known to everyone within a few minutes.
Zheng Wei was probably very busy, so he didn't reply.
The sound of the mobile phone rang and the original electronic version of the script was sent to her by the editor in the theatre troupe.
Meng Chu lives here with Zheng Wei, and upstairs is their study room and bedroom.
She used to not go into his study, but the printer in her room was broken and she hadn't had time to fix it, so she took her hard drive to his study.
The man's study room is very simple, except for the table and chairs, there are only computer equipment left, and there are not even a few books.
Meng Chu printed out a thick script, and when she was bored looking at her phone, she was still thinking that if she really had a little baby, she would have to inform the troupe first.
The printer stopped working suddenly.
...
Who knew that Meng Chu, who had been trying so hard to let go, believe in love, and live again, would still not have God's favor.
Meng Chu had no idea how she opened his drawer, she just wanted to find some A4 paper.
Her clenched hands trembled, the metal straps dropped, and her mind was in turmoil.
The phone kept ringing on the table, but no one paid any attention to it.
Meng Chu pinched her palm to force herself to calm down, and went to look through the box containing things, until she saw at the bottom of the box the sender's name and contact information that she had written by herself when she sent the package back then.
Meng Chu couldn't figure out why Zheng Wei had Chen Shuguan's things.
She carefully analyzed several possibilities, and finally denied them one by one. She was trying to defend him in vain, but maybe she already had an answer in her heart.
Will a person appear out of nowhere in this world?
This person dragged her out of the abyss like a savior. At first, she thought that he had ulterior motives, but she unconsciously trusted and accepted him and...
Meng Chu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a teardrop fell down. She still kept her senses, hung up his call without hesitation, and went to search for Zheng Busheng's name.
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Zheng Busheng, the former Chief of Staff...
The column of family relations is impressively written:
Son-in-law: Chen Jue.
The last string in her heart was broken.
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