President Fu's new wife

Chapter 62
He doesn't like it either, it affects his sleep.

But this night, they were separated by another quilt.

She couldn't sleep peacefully, not because of one message after another, not because he was behind her.

The ring on the catkin was so cold, she couldn't help bending her fingers, and when a tear slipped quietly by the corner of her eyes, she knew that her heart was being touched one after another.

In March, she felt tired even walking, and began to worry again. The baby was about to be born, and she suddenly worried that she would not be able to hold it, and then her stomach suddenly burst.

He went to work, and she went to the supermarket with Sister Zhang. The doctor said that proper walking and exercise should be done, so she insisted on letting herself walk every day.

When I met An Gu downstairs that day, he saw that she and Sister Zhang were carrying so much food in their hands: "I'll bring it up for you!"

Zhuo Xing didn't refuse, and only asked in the elevator: "Are all colleagues okay during this time?"

He smiled slightly: "I'm waiting for you to go back!"

She smiled: "Come on!" She looked down at her big belly, and then gently stroked it.

He wasn't entangled with her, he was just standing aside as a bystander, he didn't want her to be happy at all, because he wasn't happy either, but he wouldn't tell her.

"Thank you Mr. An, give it to me, I won't invite you to sit at home so late!"

At the door of the house, Sister Zhang opened the door but said that no one was allowed to enter, and she said it so naturally.

Zhuo Xing saw that there was dislike in the silly politeness on Sister Zhang's face, but also saw that An Gu gave everything to Sister Zhang, and then nodded at her: "Then I'm going back, call me if you need anything."

She smiled and nodded: "Okay!"

Then go home with Sister Zhang.

Sister Zhang closed the door before saying, "Young Mistress, I think Mr. An is actually a petty man."

But in terms of stinginess, who can compare to this Mr. Fu? If he doesn't love himself, he will occupy it and not let others love it.

Sister Zhang helped her to sit on the sofa: "You, it's better not to associate with such a person, be careful that he is using you."

Zhuo Xing didn't speak, just smiled, regardless of whether Sister Zhang had good intentions or malicious intentions, but An Gu treated her as her former boyfriend and current colleague.

Sister Zhang's words, she never imagined that they would be verified to the fullest in the near future.

Zhuo Liang came to see her with the tonic: "Your mother asked me to bring you these."

He would never call her mom mom, but she was used to it, with a sense of alienation, but it was just right.

She nodded: "The doctor said that it will be useless to take any supplements in the future, and I will give birth in a month. Let me eat more light food, and go back and tell my mother that I don't need to buy it for me in the future."

"Is that reminding me to prepare presents for my nephew and niece?" He rarely showed a smile on his face, and his voice was still as cold as ever.

Zhuo Xing smiled and said, "Yes, that's it."

But these days, the relationship between the brothers and sisters is indeed much better than before.

"Your child is about to be born, has your buddy reminded you that now is the best time to take the emperor to command the princes." Zhuo Liang reminded her.

Zhuo Xing laughed out loud: "Who do you say is the emperor and who is the prince?"

The expression on Zhuo Liang's face turned cold again: Of course your child is the emperor, and your husband is a prince.

"Did I tell you that the relationship between me and Fu Zhi has not reached the point where we cannot live without each other?" she said.

"Are you sure?" Zhuo Liang stood up from the sofa, gave her a cold look and left with the car keys.

Zhuo Xing couldn't recover from that domineering stance for a long time.

As soon as Sister Zhang came out with the fruit plate, Zhuo Liang left, sighing sadly: "Every time the young master comes and goes in a hurry, he doesn't even stay for a meal."

Zhuo Xing just came back to her senses, but she didn't feel regretful, she was used to him being like this.

Just, are you sure?

She didn't have time to think too much, the child kicked her, and she leaned comfortably on the sofa.

What she had to admit was that he had always taken good care of her during her pregnancy.

He probably wanted to fulfill his responsibilities as a father, but she didn't think too much about it, and then said to Sister Zhang: "Bring me the fruits and I'll eat them all."

Sister Zhang smiled and took the fruit to her: "You love fruit so much, the young master and the young lady must have super good skin when they were born."

"Really?" What she likes to hear most now is when others praise her child.

Probably all mothers are in this mood, hoping that everyone will say that their baby is good.

Fu Zhi told Yan Lian in the villa, "Remember all the things I asked you to buy?"

Yan Lian frowned with a headache: "Is it necessary?"

Fu Zhi looked at him coldly: "The most necessary thing is to let you leave the city as soon as possible?"

Yan Lian was forced to nod helplessly: "Okay, I will do so."

He has his own plans. There is nothing missing in the villa, only warm things.

and also……

The mother and son moved here together, and his house was really settled.

From then on, Fu Zhizhen was no longer a loner, with a wife and son, a family of four.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't help laughing, Yan Lian couldn't help frowning when he looked at him like that: "Could it be that you are in love with Zhuo Xing?"

Fu Zhi didn't expect someone to suddenly ask, "When is it your turn to take care of me?" So what?
Yan Lian smiled and said, "I don't care about you, but the secretary at the door of your office is probably going to be heartbroken."

Fu Zhi naturally knew who he was talking about, but if Ling Yue was really such an indistinguishable woman, he thought, he knew how to deal with it.

But what about the woman?He never seemed to care about the person at the door of his office.

When he got home, his phone rang, and it was none other than Ling Yue.

Ling Yue's car was parked just downstairs of his house, and he watched him go upstairs: "There is still a document that you need to sign today, are you at home? I brought it here."

Fu Zhi frowned slightly, opened the door and saw a woman reading a book leisurely on the sofa: "Come up!"

Then he buckled his phone and walked in: "Did you have a good time today?"

Sit down next to her and see that she is in a good mood.

"Happy, every day is very happy." She said with a modest smile.

"President, are there any guests coming?"

Sister Zhang just heard him call.

"Well, it's Secretary Ling. There is a document to be signed now."

Zhuo Xing's eyes were fixed on the book, but the movement of turning the page in his hand was stagnant, and then he slowly turned the page.

Sister Zhang's face was also embarrassed, but the doorbell rang soon.

Zhuo Xing's heart fluttered, but he wondered if he would look too petty if he made an excuse to go back to his room?

(End of this chapter)