Chapter 167

Meng Shaoting stood up without a word, and also took his jacket and went out. Shen Beicheng shook his head and sighed: "What's the point of it, it's just a woman, these things …"

"Then why are you doing this? You haven't slept well in a week. " Meng Shaoting looked at Shen Beicheng indifferently, and pointed at the dark circles under his eyes.

Shen Beicheng spread out his hands: "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Meng Shaoting smiled, and the three of them did not bother to be courteous, and directly got on their cars and left.

With a turn of the steering wheel, she directly went onto the road leading to Mei Yuan villa. It was already late in the night, and she should have already slept deeply by now, right? Whenever Meng Shaoting thought about the servants saying that they would be asleep for more than half a day, he couldn't help but feel a sweet and sour feeling in his heart.

If only, if only, the child were his.

He just needed to spend more time, thought and coax. When the child was born, wouldn't he worry about her obediently staying by his side as time passes? Even if she married Man Jun, it didn't mean that Man Jun would be better off than her. He would naturally treat her well, and she would give her everything that Man Jun had.

But now, there was a blood relation between her and Shao Xuan. She couldn't cut it off, she couldn't cut it off, she couldn't cut it off.

As Meng Shaoting thought of this, he couldn't help but become a little agitated. Gradually, a sinister thought surfaced in the bottom of his heart, how about he come here and think of a way to get rid of her child forever?

He had already promised her to keep the child, and she had also agreed to his conditions. If he were to suddenly use such a move, Meng Shaoting only needed to use his fingers to think about it to know that this woman would definitely hate him to the bones.

Entering the Plum Garden villa complex, from afar, he saw that the lights in the villa had dimmed, only to see that the street lamp outside the big door had illuminated the quiet and small manor from high up. Meng Shaoting had filled his car with speed, and slowly stopped outside the door, and before long, a servant identified the car and frantically opened the big door. Only then did Meng Shaoting drive the car in, and parked it in the garage, and saw the butler, Uncle Chen, standing outside while waiting for him.

"Sleeping?" Meng Shaoting glanced at the second floor and asked as he walked upstairs.

"Yes, I'll come back in the afternoon. An Cheng came over and gave her the thing."

"What did he say?" Meng Shaoting explained. The lights in the living room were not lit properly, so Meng Shaoting sat on the sofa. He felt that his body was immersed in softness, and he slightly twisted his neck out of exhaustion. These few days, he was a bit tired, and the pain in his neck was severe.

Seeing his expression, the butler felt tired, his complexion did not look too good, and did not dare say too much, and could only say: "Young miss seems to have gotten angry, and threw a few things. However, An Cheng said, Second Young Master, your orders, young miss has done them all one by one."

Meng Shaoting waved his hand, signalling for him to stop.

He was getting more and more angry. However, her obediently signing his harsh agreement surprised him a little. He thought she was going to make a ruckus again, so he let the housekeeper go out. He pinched his temples and went upstairs.

It was still the same room from before. Meng Shaoting opened the door familiarly, and silently walked over to the bedside in the darkness, but was startled.

In the middle of the night, Fu Jingzhi sat there with her eyes shining like a cat in a pitch-black room. Meng Shaoting was startled for a moment, but just as he was about to speak, a pa sound came out, and the room suddenly lit up.

Subconsciously, he raised his hand to cover his eyes. Under the blinding light, he could clearly see that she had pulled up a thick blanket and was leaning it against the bed. On his shoulders, there was a white cotton sleep. At the collar of his shirt, his long hair was slightly flowing. Lying in disarray in front of her chest, her eyes seemed to absorb all the bright lights in the room, it was frighteningly bright.

"Waiting for me?" He put his hand down and broke the silence with a smile.

Abruptly, a bunch of things came smashing over. Meng Shaoting was unable to react in time and was smashed right in the face, as if something hard and plastic swept across his face. Meng Shaoting's smile froze on his face, and when he lowered his head to look at the things on the ground, he realized that they were two small green books that had been ripped apart.

He already understood the reason for this nameless fire. An Cheng showed the marriage certificate to her, she had been angry since the afternoon, and was waiting for him to come back. Vent.

"Are you angry?" Meng Shaoting touched the sore spot on his face with his hand and broke his skin. He took a deep breath and frowned slightly with his long brows.

Jingzhi glared at him, "It's useless even if you manage to get a divorce certificate! "I'll tell you —"

His eyes suddenly lit up and became even brighter. Meng Shaoting saw that her hands had slowly been taken out from under the blanket and placed on his chest. Her smile was extremely gentle, carrying the shyness of a little girl.

"Shaoxuan is in my heart and has been in my heart my entire life. What can you do?"

The cold chill in her eyes caused her heart to be incomparably carefree. The corners of her lips curled up as she reached out to turn off the light, and then she turned over to lie down. She pulled up her blanket to comfortably wrap herself up, and before long, the sound of light breathing could be heard.

Meng Shaoting only felt that the depressed and furious anger was like a volcano that had been sealed thousands of years ago, surging violently all over his body. His body was rushing around, trying to find an opening to break through. Out.

After the room had darkened for a long time, the dim moonlight gradually dyed the room. He could vaguely see the lines of her thin shoulders, and her long hair that was like a piece of silk pasted on her skin as white as jade. He saw half of her face, still smiling, quiet and beautiful under the moonlight.

His anger gradually subsided. It was time to vent his anger. After all, anyone who encountered such a situation would be angered. This time, she was lenient and only used two small books to beat him up. She didn't want him to die like last time, shouldn't he think that this was progress?

He turned around and directly walked towards the bathroom. After taking a shower, he dried his hair halfway, only to see that the woman who pretended to be asleep with him just now had already sat up, staring at him with her black and white eyes. "Meng Shaoting, go sleep in that bedroom."

"Which one?" He glanced at her and continued to wipe his hair with the big, soft towel. His arms were long and strong. She turned her face away from Jingzhi and said, "I'm pregnant."

"Hm." He casually tossed the towel away, turned around, and sat on the bed. She immediately felt the bed beside her sink. She nervously swallowed her saliva and quickly moved to the side. "Then, you, why are you still here?"

Meng Shaoting laid down on the bed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. His slightly cold face rubbed against her neck, and while he was retreating, he heard his muffled voice, "Be good, go to sleep. Feel it. "

The man's arm was like a metal chain around her, wrapping around her. The more she struggled, the tighter it seemed to be, and in the end, she was already panting heavily as he pressed her into his embrace. Their bodies were pressed tightly against each other, not leaving a single gap, and his body temperature was also slowly rising. It was so hot that the hand fixed on her waist started to move slowly. Only then did she open her mouth anxiously: "Meng Shaoting, try touching me again!"

"Then just let me hug you honestly. If you move again, I'll give you a chance to let me try." He seemed to be very tired. His eyelids were not lifted, and his voice was somewhat hoarse.

Jing Xin knew that this man was ruthless and definitely wouldn't care that she was pregnant and wouldn't touch her. After hesitating for a moment, he comforted himself in his heart. Compared to being forcefully taken by him, just hugging and sleeping for a night should be much better.

As expected, Jingjing no longer struggled. However, her body remained tense and her nerves were tense, afraid that he would go back on his words again.

After a while, there was even a soft sound of breathing, and Jing Xin tried to call out his name, but there was no response. She then let out a light breath, and her body pressed against his hard arm, making her feel uncomfortable. She moved slightly, and seeing that he was still deep asleep, she mustered her courage to try to take his arm away.

Both of her arms were tightly locked in his embrace. This time, she really couldn't move at all.

Jingzhi sighed helplessly. It was as if she was tied to his body. How could she sleep? However, she had been tormenting herself for the better part of the day. She could not bear it any longer. At this moment, her entire body was extremely sore, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Hey, I …" Can I change my position? " She moved in his arms, swallowing her anger and speaking in a tone of consultation.

His arm relaxed, and then he turned her over in his embrace while grabbing her shoulder. He put one of his arms under her neck, and the other one tightly hugged her from behind before pulling her into his embrace. It was as if their bodies were embedded together, with not even the slightest gap.

Although she really hated being stuck so closely with him and felt uncomfortable, since she had already received the biggest "benefit" possible, she could only swallow this little bit of disgust and discomfort.

His breath brushed lightly against her neck. After a while, Jingzhi also felt tired. Her eyelids gradually grew heavy. Unexpectedly, she had fallen asleep in his arms just like that …

When he woke up early in the morning, he realized that he had slept well that night and was brimming with energy. However, someone had sadly fallen into a deep slumber.

Meng Shaoting twisted his neck and did not dare to move. Originally, his neck was not so well, even if he was slightly tired, it would still hurt severely. However, last night, he maintained a lying posture to the right.

The butler called. Meng Shaoting also called the company and said that he wouldn't go to work today, so he might as well stay in bed. He went up without even washing his face or rinsing his mouth, waiting for the doctor to come and treat him.

After she had finished washing up, she changed her clothes and lay down on the bed without even looking at her. Meng Shaoting, who had gone up, opened the bedroom door and walked out. Meng Shaoting's eyes followed her as she turned around. He was already here to ask, but who would have thought that this woman actually didn't even bother with him? She didn't even give him a hint from the corner of his eyes.

When the door to the bedroom closed, Meng Shaoting had even heard her say with a slightly hoarse and lazy tone that he had a good appetite today, and wanted to eat red date lotus seed porridge. He also wanted to eat red date lotus porridge from some small vegetable with porridge, and then had to prepare a cake for her in the kitchen, saying that he was going for a coffee stroll in the garden today that the weather was good …

The more Meng Shaoting heard, the angrier he became. He didn't even bother to grab a vase on the bedside table and smashed it onto the door …

The sound of the vase breaking was ear-piercing. After it had rung, Meng Shaoting heard that the outside of the room had indeed quieted down, and after a while, he heard Jingzhi's voice again, neither fast nor slow, "Uncle Chen, don't be afraid. I'll press the button for a moment. "The masseur is here. Just press his button and I'll go downstairs to eat breakfast. My stomach is hungry, and so is my baby."

From her calm and steady voice, Meng Shaoting could even feel that after she had finished speaking, his eyes would be extremely bright, and the corner of her lips would certainly rise to the sky. His brows involuntarily locked together, and gradually, a hazy smile appeared on her face. What is a man to do?

The Mo Master was a professional, he merely twisted his neck a few times, and pressed a few acupuncture points on his neck and palm. Meng Shaoting then felt that his neck could now move agilely.

After getting up and washing his face and rinsing his mouth, he went downstairs. Seeing that the servants were busy clearing up the table, and the woman was not in the living room, Meng Shaoting asked: "Where is Young Miss?"

"He went to the garden to bask in the sun. Does young master want breakfast?"

Meng Shaoting waved his hand: "Go and prepare a set of tableware and bring it to the garden."

He knew that woman would never prepare his things.

Walking out of the living room and through a winding and rugged path, he saw a slender and graceful back slowly walking in the garden not far away. Just the sight of the back of the figure walking through the willow trees was captivating.

As Meng Shaoting walked towards her, he secretly thought to himself, Why didn't he discover five years ago that she looked good no matter how he looked, or how comfortable?

Hearing footsteps behind her, Jing turned around and walked out of the garden. She sat down on the deck chair on the lawn and looked at the sun before squinting her eyes in satisfaction. She found the most comfortable position to doze off.

Meng Shaoting was annoyed and amused, but he still walked over and sat in front of her. There was half a cup of coffee on the table, still warm, and he knew that she was the one who drank it, but he did not avoid it.

Quiet And Steadfast didn't even raise his eyes, completely ignoring him.

"Jingwen, have you read the agreement?" Meng Shaoting leaned against the back of the chair, and slightly twisted his neck. Although he could now nimbly move the chair, he still felt a faint pain, and wanted to press. The masseur had just said that he needed to find time to do something. Then, he coughed and said, "My neck isn't feeling well, why don't you massage it for me?"

After Jing Zhi heard his last sentence, he abruptly opened his eyes and looked at him in shock. A masseur? I'm not feeling well, and the doctor wants me to take a good rest. "

"Help me press. Mo, or maybe we should go back to your room now and I'll push the button for you. "Nope."

His last one was, "Press." "Mo" was unusually heavy and warm. His cheeks gradually turned red. Faintly, Meng Shaoting saw that she had bit his lips his lips out of habit, yet her fingers, which were originally in his lap, were clenched tight, before the thumb in his left hand scratched his right hand time after time. The tip of Meng Shaoting's eyebrows slowly knitted together, and he walked over to grab her porcelain white fingers.

His hands were always maintained extremely well, round and slender, and his nails were always cut short. They were as clean as pink shells, and at this moment, the hands that danced and danced on the piano were slightly deformed.

His thumb nails were like little kids who liked to bite their fingers. They were short and jagged, and the originally slender, scallion white joints on her ten fingers were slightly thicker, and there was even a thin layer of callus on his palm. On the back of his hand, one could faintly see some old scars, and Meng Shaoting felt as if his heart had been gently clenched by these two hands.