Chapter 413

Su Murong's apartment, a man and a woman sitting in the restaurant ready to eat.

"I may not come back in another two months." Mo Shibei's star eyes gently look at Su Murong's pretty face with some rich makeup.

Listen to Shen Yuan convey Wang Ma's words, said that her appetite is not very good these days, so he put off the evening arrangements, rushed back to the apartment to eat with her.

Others may not be able to help her, but they still have some ways, there will be ways to let her eat more.

"You don't belong here. There's no need to tell me if you can't come back."

Su Murong's appetite is really bad, so with a temper also some anxious, hear his words cold voice response.

In order to cover up her discomfort, she can only use makeup to make up for her looks, but she can't concentrate on the company's affairs. The more powerless she is, the more anxious she is.

She didn't know what happened to her. She was in a trance every day. She couldn't sleep well and concentrate on something.

"Murong, does your stomach hurt again?" For her inexplicable resentment, Mo Shibei did not care, but further asked.

"No..."

Su Murong is about to take the call. Wang Ma takes a bowl of laver flowers and puts them on the dining table. She immediately gets up and runs to the bathroom.

"Miss, miss, aren't you?"

After all, Wang Ma is a passer-by. Seeing her reaction, she immediately catches up.

"It's OK. Maybe I'm too tired recently." Su Murong waved her hand and said it in a low voice. Just after retching, her heart beat faster. Suddenly she understood Wang Ma's question. Her eyes immediately widened in surprise: "do you mean

After all, she was pregnant. Although she didn't give birth to the baby because of the vaner virus at that time, she naturally knew what kind of symptoms pregnant women would have.

"Congratulations, miss. Go to the hospital to check it." Wang Ma looked at her with a smile, then looked back at Mo Shibei who got up and came out of the restaurant.

"Hospital?"

Mo Shibei is worried about Su Murong's situation. He doesn't hear what the two women said in front of him, so he doesn't understand.

"Murong, is it stomach trouble?"

He saw that Su Murong was still standing there, not like before, and asked uncertainly.

"Mr. Mo, the young lady is probably happy."

Wang Ma looked at him firmly, said, face is already brilliant.

"Happy?" Mo Shibei was overjoyed at first, but soon he looked gloomy again. He looked at Su Murong coldly: "whose is the child?"

"How do I know?"

Su Murong did not have a good look at him, turned and walked upstairs.

"Mr. Mo, that's not right. You should know what kind of person miss is. How can you suspect that she is someone else's child?"

Wang Ma also frowned when she listened to him. She never interfered in the host's private affairs. She also began to fight for Su Murong.

Miss Su's family is full of charms and charms, but she is very traditional and self loving. Except for Mo's family, she never sees light in other men's eyes.

"Mother Wang, you know people, you know faces, you don't know hearts."

Mo Shibei saw that Su Murong didn't answer his question. He was depressed, but he didn't feel annoyed because of the domestic servant's recklessness. He just followed her words coldly, and his eyes followed the figure of the woman who went upstairs.

"Mr. Mo, I don't know what to say, not what to say." Wang Ma heard his voice, can't help but fear up in the heart, pursed lips, said tentatively.

"That's all. Do you feel any difference between talking about it and not talking about it?" Mo Shibei takes back his eyes and turns to look at her. His eyes are as deep as ink pool.

"As the saying goes, women's hearts are pinned to the bottom of the sea. In fact, they don't understand women. As long as a word of comfort, a considerate behavior, or even a gentle look, women will behave like kittens as long as they are noisy."

Wang Ma said softly, with a smile in her eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Mo Shibei was obviously interested in her words. His eyes were less chilly and more amiable.

"You and miss are made in heaven, but they are all thin skinned, holding airs and not giving in to each other. In fact, it's you who are uncomfortable in the end."

Looking up and knocking on the stairs, Wang Ma continued to say, "since you are willing to move to the apartment, why don't you take another step? What's more, if the young lady is really pregnant, it's a happy thing. "

After all, she is a very good master, and she doesn't want the two young people to worry about each other like this. She clearly intends to, but no one is willing to pierce that layer of paper.

"Well, I see."

Mo Shibei just nodded and walked upstairs with two long legs.

Such a simple truth can be seen through by a domestic servant. Why does she always look like she doesn't know why?

Does she really have no feeling for herself, or is she making a mystery and hanging her appetite?

Gently knocked on the second floor bedroom door, there was no sound.

Turning the door handle with his hand, he didn't lock it, so Mo Shibei pushed it open and went in.

Su Murong felt very weak. After eating only two mouthfuls of rice, he felt dizzy and wanted to vomit, so he lay on the bed and closed his mouth to breathe.

"Murong, shall I take you to the hospital?"

Mo Shibei gently sat beside her and planed her face out of the quilt.

"No trouble, I'll do it myself."

Su Murong turned sideways and showed the back of his head in front of his eyes.

"No, you can't get rid of this child again." When Mo Shibei listened to her, he suddenly realized something.

"I don't even know who his father is. I'll only make trouble for myself when I give birth to him." Su Murong snorted coldly, but still did not look back.

"No matter who his father is, he will be my son of Mo Shibei. He will never change in his life." Mo Shibei heard that she was resentful about what she had just said, so she patted her chest and vowed.

"Even if you would, would the rest of the Mo family? Don't be kidding

Su Murong looked at him with disdain in his eyes, but his tone obviously eased a little.

"It's my business. I care what other people think." Mo shuran was puzzled and gave her a look, as if she had done something wrong.

Overbearing and unreasonable.

Su Murong listened but was particularly useful, did not feel lift to look at him: "if the examination is not pregnant?"

"It doesn't matter. As long as you are healthy, I will continue to work hard for the rest."

Mo Shibei admires Wang Ma downstairs. When he sees Su Murong's little woman, the corners of her mouth turn up, and her pretty face is already full of smile.

"Shameless." Su Murong was amused by his serious expression and sat up slowly.

"To the hospital now?"

Mo Shibei reaches out his hand to help her up. The breath of mint fragrance blows in her ears, itching and crisp.

"Tomorrow, it's too late." Su Murong gently shook his head, took the initiative to lean his head on his chest, soft voice said.

"Why don't you lie down a little longer when you feel sick?"

I haven't seen her for a long time. The tender picture makes Mo Shibei feel flattered. He hugs her shoulder as he talks.

"I'm hungry."

Su Murong sighed lightly, and the sound of "Goo Goo" in her stomach rang out. She didn't knead and said directly.

"Good thing."

It's rare to take the initiative to hear her say that she is hungry and wants to eat. Mo Shibei laughs and holds her up.

Su Murong giggled in mid air: "put me down, hurry up."

"You're so hungry that you're dizzy. If I don't show any pity for you, Mo Shibei's reputation will be damaged if it's spread."

Mo Shibei holds her and ignores her words. He goes downstairs and puts her firmly in front of the dining table.

"Ma Wang, miss can't drink this soup. Take it away." He pointed to the soup that made Su Murong wrinkle just now and said to the kitchen.

"Well, here we are." Wang Ma once again brought out a casserole, gently placed it on the table, and then quickly brought the laver soup into the kitchen.

Open the casserole on Wang Ma's side just now, a pure fragrance of rice mixed with a trace of astringency straight to the nose.

"Miss, this is white rice porridge. I added some walnuts in it. How about having a taste?"

"It smells good." Su Murong is in a good mood, has a big appetite, and no longer has any uncomfortable reaction.

The next day, Mo Shibei put down everything in the company and accompanied Su Murong to the hospital for physical examination.

"Dean, are you sure you're pregnant again?"

When Mo Shibei heard the test report from the Dean, he immediately began to smile. He looked at Su Murong, who was still lying on the ward in the inner room, and his mouth was already grinning.

Because the president of Mo's is extraordinary, the president of the hospital receives him personally every time and opens a VIP ward temporarily for examination and rest.

"Yes, and it should have been almost two months." The Dean saw that he was happy and wanted to say congratulations, but because he knew that the two people had divorced and was afraid of offending him, he swallowed the words he was about to say.

"Good, great." Mo Shibei's rare excitement is beyond expression. He approaches Su Murong's bed and says, "Murong, you really have it again."

"Thank God, is it a boy or a girl?" Su Murong reverently worshiped the roof.

After the last experience, although the child was not born, but she is fully aware of the fun as a mother to be, God's blessing, how can she not appreciate.

"Mrs. Mo, because now the month is a little small, can't do B ultrasound, so after listening to the heartbeat just now, it should be twins."

The president has been used to calling. Although he felt that it was not proper, he still used the previous name, because he saw the joy in Mr. Mo's eyes, which showed that he was right.

"Twins?" Su Murong originally wanted to correct his address to himself, but when he heard the twins, he was a little stunned and completely forgot the idea of the beginning.

Two?! Is this an eye opener to make up for the heartache of the first lost child?

"Murong, you are so good."

Mo Shibei gently picked up her right hand to kiss, happily praised.

Who on earth is this? Hearing his words, Su Murong could not help but blush at his own thoughts.