People buried by hatred 1

In the morning, Shen Mengyi woke up alone in the soft and comfortable big **. She didn't remember that this was the first few days. When she opened her eyes, Mo Hai was not by her side.

She sat up slowly and weakly fiddled with her hair, which was supposed to be soft, but now it was a mess, and her mood was mixed.

Mo Hai once said that he would love and protect her with his soul with a net weight of 21 grams, forever...

But in the face of her husband who was more and more indifferent to her day by day, there was a wry smile on the corners of her mouth.

Suddenly, she felt a stir in her stomach. Shen Mengyi immediately pulled a piece of tissue on the table, covered her mouth palely, rushed to the bathroom, and vomited at the toilet.

After a long time, the nausea of nausea in her chest and throat gradually calmed down. She stared at the figure in the mirror on the bathroom wall with a pale face. She found that her face was full of cold sweat and panic in her eyes.

For several days in a row, she has inexplicably felt extremely vomiting. This morning, she even spit it out directly and sat on the bathtub. There was an ominous feeling in her heart.

Suddenly... She realized that this month's physiological period had passed, but... the monthly event did not come... Could it be... She wanted to vomit inexplicably these days because...

Impossible...

Maybe...she made a mistake. Mo Hai only touched her once on the night he proposed to her, and never touched her again...

But... her physiological period has always been accurate, and it has never been postponed...

Facing her husband who is getting colder and colder day by day, she subconsciously caress her lower abdomen, and there is only more confusion and confusion in her heart.

What should I do now? If she is really pregnant, should she tell him?

What on earth should she do?

She doesn't know what to do... She really doesn't know...

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The back cliff of the "Jones Family Castle".

"Hai, my dear brother, have you decided to have a showdown with George Jones one day?" Beautiful Sophie was still arrogant. She looked at Mo Hai and asked charmingly.

"Three days later, on George Jones' 77th birthday." He said coldly.

"I knew you would choose that day. You want him to make a fool of himself in public, right? It's a wonderful idea. It's worthy of my dear brother.

The north wind roared past, thick fog fell from the sky, and the charming and cold laughter of Sophie Jones echoed throughout the valley...

★★☆★★★☆★