When I picked up the landline, I heard the voice of Qin Shuhua.
"Mom." Su Qianci called.
When Qin Shuhua heard that it was her, he was silent for a moment and asked, "Is Si Cheng here?"
"He's taking a shower."
"Oh, why didn't anyone answer my call to his cell phone? Then you can ask him to call back after he washes his hands."
"Well, what's the matter? It's so late."
"It's okay, hang up now."
Qin Shuhua had no intention of chatting with Su Qianci. The busy signal from the phone made Su Qianci feel a little chilled.
Walking upstairs, the ringtone of a cell phone came from the study.
Su Qianci walked in and saw Li Sicheng's mobile phone screen flashing.
It's Tang Mengying.
Su Qianci picked up the phone and said nothing.
Tang Mengying's crying voice was already ringing on the other side of the phone: "Brother Sicheng, are you busy?" As she said that, she seemed to sob hard, "I hurt so much. The doctor said I had fetal motility. The baby is fine." I feel bad, can you come and see me?"
When Su Qianci heard Tang Mengying's voice, her hand holding the phone tightened slightly.
Fetal fluid
Is the baby feeling uncomfortable
Su Qianci felt a little uncomfortable, but surprisingly, she didn't feel as uncomfortable as before. As she walked out of the study, she said, "My husband is taking a shower."
Hearing Su Qianci's voice, the crying over there stopped abruptly.
Su Qianci continued to finish the attack: "It's too late. We are going to bed. Do you have anything else to do?"
Tang Mengying's voice was completely silent and she hung up the phone consciously.
Su Qianci pursed her lips and opened the door, just as Li Sicheng came out of the bathroom.
There was only a white bath towel on her body, and water dripped from her short, slightly curly hair, flowing down her wheat-colored skin.
Su Qianci blushed, her eyes drifted away, deliberately not looking at him.
No matter how many times she looked at his figure, she couldn't help but blush.
Li Sicheng was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of the mobile phone in Su Qianci's hand.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, walked through her, closed the door, locked it, and then came over to hug her from behind.
Su Qianci felt the damp heat behind her, her face turned redder, she twisted her shoulders and said softly: "Dry your hair first, it's wet."
Li Sicheng not only refused to let go, but also put his head into her neck. He glanced pointedly at the mobile phone in her hand and said, "Are you checking up?"
"No!"
Su Qianci was a little uncomfortable with his wet penetration, so she pushed him away and said, "I just answered a phone call."
"Well, what then?"
"she says… "
Before he finished speaking, the phone in his hand vibrated. It was a call from the old house.
"Mom seems to have something to ask you."
Taking the phone from Su Qianci, Li Sicheng turned on the speaker without hesitation, and Qin Shuhua's voice immediately rang out: "Hello, Sicheng?"
"Um."
"Mom has something to tell you, isn't Qianci here?"
Li Sicheng glanced at Su Qianci and said, "What's the matter? Do you want to avoid telling her?"
"It's nothing, I'm just worried that she will be unhappy..."
"What's up?"
"Mengying and I were out shopping today. I was frightened by a gangster and got a little sick. Can you come and see her?"
Su Qianci felt anxious and looked at Li Sicheng.
But Li Sicheng's cold eyes became even colder, and his voice was slightly sarcastic, "She has fetal force, what does it have to do with me?"
"You can't say that, anyway..."
At any rate, that child is very likely to be his seed.
After all, there's really nothing wrong with a polygraph, right
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