"We need to get this settled quickly. I'm afraid Xiao Qiao will notice something and cause her to become emotionally unstable and have a heart attack. What if that happens?"
Although her son's words had reasons and evidence, Mrs. Cheng knew very well what kind of person his son was.
He is moved, but he still wants to save face.
She stood up and walked over, smiling and patting his shoulder: "Don't worry! Mom is watching. If she is really pregnant, Mom will definitely tell you the first time."
"That's good."
Cheng Haoming felt embarrassed as if he was seen through. He nodded perfunctorily and went upstairs with a thud.
Mrs. Cheng looked at her son's fleeing back and smiled triumphantly.
"Haha, this is what they call old ginger is still spicy!"
"That little girl Su Qiao still wants to fight me?"
444 saw this scene and was a little shocked: Host, is Cheng Haoming really attracted to Mei Yuxin
"Well, according to the way the male and female protagonists get along, it should be."
She doesn't care anyway.
Su Qiao sat on the rattan swing chair on the balcony, swinging slowly and enjoying the refreshing feeling of the evening breeze brushing across her cheeks.
After thinking for a while, she picked up the mobile phone on the table, opened WeChat, found Qi Muhan's avatar very accurately, and clicked on the voice or video request.
The video was connected quickly, and Qi Muhan, wearing a white striped shirt, looking fresh and clean, appeared on the screen.
At this moment, he was sitting behind his desk, apparently still working on documents.
"Xiao Qiao, are you feeling well?"
As soon as the call was connected, Qi Muhan habitually asked about her health first, while looking at her face.
The afterglow of the evening sun fell on Su Qiao, who was wearing a white embroidered linen dress, giving her a strange beauty.
Qi Muhan paused for breath, and was immediately captivated by this beautiful figure.
"I'm fine, just a little bored."
Su Qiao swayed slowly while tucking her hair that was blown by the wind behind her ears.
"Brother Qi, when will you return home?"
"It will be over in about ten days. I will bring you a gift then. What do you want?"
Qi Muhan's eyes darkened and he calmly put on one of his glasses to block out the aggressive look in his eyes.
Su Qiao raised the corner of his mouth slightly and shook his head: "I don't want anything, as long as you come back, Brother Qi."
Qi Muhan frowned slightly.
Could something have happened again
Or... did she find some clues
Su Qiao noticed his expression and said, "What are you thinking about? You are so serious."
Qi Muhan observed her expression carefully and found nothing unusual, so he felt relieved.
He rarely showed a teasing smile: "Why, do you miss Brother Qi?"
Su Qiao nodded very honestly: "Yes, I kind of do."
"Brother Qi, do you miss me?"
Su Qiao answered calmly, as if he was talking about eating and sleeping.
Qi Muhan suddenly felt the heat rising up, he touched his earlobe somewhat unnaturally: "Ahem, I... Of course I miss you."
Afraid of scaring her, he quickly said, "I've been worried about your health, afraid that you might have another accident."
"Xiao Qiao, how do you feel these days? Have you ever felt uncomfortable?"
"Yes." Su Qiao teased him deliberately.
"What?"
Qi Muhan stood up and asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Where do you feel uncomfortable? Chest cramps? Or are you feeling short of breath?"
Su Qiao supported her chin and smiled at the man whose face changed suddenly due to nervousness.