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Using his position, Qin Hanze effortlessly obtained the admission grade chart and also found out where Wen Zhizhi's ward was.

He strode quickly past, leaving behind a group of people eating melons, their eyes sparkling with gossip.

Just as he walked out of the crowd's line of sight, Qin Hanze's personal phone rang.

"Brother Qin, we found the whereabouts of Wen Zhizhi."

Qin Hanze pursed his lips as low pressure emanated from his body. "He would like to know more about these pieces of trash than he knows himself." "What did you find out?" He replied coldly to his subordinate on the other end of the phone.

His men were also used to his cold and distant tone, "After Wen Zhizhi disappeared for a while in C City, she appeared in the countryside of D City. She is currently living with her good friend Zhang Wensi's mother. "Moreover …"

"And what?" Qin Hanze thought to himself, "Worthy of spending a huge sum of money to teach him a lesson, this can be considered to be more detailed."

The other side paused, as if afraid that Qin Hanze would be angered, and quickly told him everything he had investigated.

"Moreover, according to the villagers, Wenzhi had accepted Zhang as her godmother. Then Meng Qingyang appeared in the countryside, claiming to be Wen Zhizhi's husband. But the villagers were somewhat suspicious, because there was no intimate action between them, and they did not seem to be newlyweds. "

The pressure around Qin Hanze became even lower, but those who deserved praise still had to be praised. If a leader of a group wanted prestige, he had to be trusted or admired. " Alright, I understand. Well done. "

After hanging up, he continued his walk.

On the other side, inside Wen Zhizhi's ward. Mother Zhang had just followed the doctor's instructions and worked with the dietitian to prepare a rich meal for her.

"Zizhi, eat more!" This doctor said, "Eating is good for the body." Mama Zhang kept telling him. She was smiling as she watched Meng Qingyang scooped up small mouthfuls and fed them to Wen Zhizhi.

Wen Zhizhi obediently answered, "Yes, it must have been hard on you, mother!"

"Aiya, a family doesn't say two things. That's right! There's still no picture of my little cub today! " Mother Zhang seemed to have suddenly recalled something and fiercely slapped her own head.

It turned out that because the baby was always in the nursery, the families could only look through the window.

Wenzhi wanted to see the baby, but she couldn't get out of bed. Thus, Meng Qingyang went to find someone to help him get in touch with. He allowed someone to take two photos every day at a fixed time on his cell phone in order to quell the thirst that Wenzhi felt for her. Of course, don't turn on flash mode to avoid harming other children.

After hearing what Zhang Ye said, Wen Zhizhi's soup also stopped drinking. Lowering her head, she thought of something and her eyes slowly turned red.

"Oh, silly child, you mustn't cry when you're sitting down. Don't let your imagination run wild! " Zhang Ye's mother was getting anxious. If she didn't say it, these two youngsters would simply not pay attention to her!

When Meng Qingyang saw Wen Zhizhi's unhappy expression, he put down the tableware in his hand. He didn't know what to do.

Mrs Zhang could only tell him, "Little Meng, quickly go and help Zhizhi look at the baby. Don't forget to take a photo! We, Zhizhi, are thinking of our daughter. Don't be sad, Zhizhi. You'll see your baby soon. "

Meng Qingyang immediately responded, "Oh, oh! "Okay, godmother, I'll go right now."

Mama Zhang waved her hands and took the tableware from him. As she fed Wen Zhizhi, she changed the topic, "I have to say, this child is exactly the same every day! Take a look at Little Meng's phone later. The changes from two days ago and today have been huge! "Back then, our Wen Si's Little Ancestor …"

Wenzhi's attention was also slowly drawn to the interesting events of Zhang Wensi's childhood.

Meng Qingyang looked at her face and left, closing the door of the VIP suite.

When he turned around, he was shocked.

Behind him, Qin Hanze was standing there unknowingly. A pair of black eyes stared fixedly at him, causing goosebumps to appear in his heart.

"Qin Hanze, what are you doing here?!" Meng Qingyang was a little nervous. The baby was born, and all was well with Zhizhi. Qin Hanze's appearance at this time gave him a lot of bad guesses.

Did he know who the father was? What was he up to, now that he was looking for her?

"Wen Zhizhi is inside." Qin Hanze didn't use a rhetorical question, but his expression was very confident. Looking at Meng Qingyang's cautious appearance, the registration form, and the investigation done by his men, it was not hard to determine that the person inside was Wen Zhizhi!

"Whose child is she carrying?" Qin Hanze clearly knew that he wouldn't get an answer if he asked Meng Qingyang, but he still didn't give up and wanted to confirm.

Hearing his words, Meng Qingyang became angry.

He thought of the unendurable puke she had had when she was pregnant with her child.

After a few months of pregnancy, it was so uncomfortable that she could not sleep, and her hair was falling out, causing her mother Zhang to be worried.

The next month was even bigger, her legs were swollen, and she had to find time to massage her legs while in class.

After falling down the day before yesterday, his face was pale and lifeless in a pool of blood.

All of this was thanks to Qin Hanze.

Now that Wen Zhizhi had experienced a narrow escape and finally managed to save her child, this man wanted to appear in front of her and disrupt her life!

"I, Meng Qingyang, will never allow anyone to disrupt the peaceful life of Zhizhi!"

In the time it took for a spark to fly off of a piece of flint, many thoughts appeared in Meng Qingyang's mind.

"The child is mine." Meng Qingyang acted arbitrarily.

"Zizi has decided to stay with me. She certainly doesn't want to see you now. I don't want your presence to disturb our lives either. " Meng Qingyang was afraid that Qin Hanze would not believe him, so he added a few more words.

"You think I would believe you?" The corner of Qin Lianze's lips curled up as he looked mockingly at Meng Qingyang.

"As a doctor, I have to remind you that usually a five-month old has a very low chance of being born prematurely."

Meng Qingyang's palms were sweating. He avoided ShiYan's question and said half-truthfully, "After you two broke up, Zhizhi agreed to give it a try with me. It was an accident that we had children, and we didn't think of it. But I don't have to lie about love. "

Meng Qingyang thought sorrowfully, "Yes!" I don't have to lie about love. However, I have always been the only one in this love scene.

Hearing his words, Qin Hanze's expression became serious. Say that again? " Qin Hanze didn't dare to believe his ears, nor was he willing to believe Meng Qingyang's nonsense.

"This is our engagement ring. We have a marriage certificate. Mr. Qin, can you please stop disturbing our lives in the future, please? "

Seeing that he was still unwilling to give up, Meng Qingyang raised the ring on his finger to make a lie to cover himself. He was glad that he had always been wearing this "theatrical" lovers' ring.

The silver ring shone brightly in the corridor light.

Qin Hanze felt as if his eyes were going to be pierced by this light.

"I just wanted to ridicule Wen Zhizhi's predicament. Since you guys are doing well, I won't disturb you any longer!"

He stopped struggling and turned around, pretending to leave in a carefree manner.

Wen Zhizhi had found someone to trust for her whole life, so it was time for him, this "scum", to leave.