C225 He felt a faint uneasiness …

Zywane knew that the people in the CEO's office dealt with the CEO most, and that Yayi had more opportunities to interact with Ha Ersen at work than even Wang Yan. Hearing Yayi's praise towards Ha Ersen, Zywane felt happy on one hand, but at the same time, felt a sense of unease in his heart.

Ya Ya Ya's impression of Xu Jun was also good. He said that Xu Jun was a person who was very humorous, understanding the heat and the cold. He was very meticulous and took care of her like a big brother. However, from his tone, it seemed that he was only treating Xu Jun as a big brother and didn't have any other intentions.

Zywane had a good impression of Xu Jun, he was capable, capable, proficient, skilled in business, good as a person, and of outstanding quality. He liked to be friends with people like Xu Jun, so Zywane agreed with Xu Jun and his servant.

These few days, when Zhang Wei was on the phone with Xu Jun, he heard that Xu Jun had organized the company's work in a neat and orderly manner, and started all kinds of businesses as usual. Not only did he not lose anything, he even opened a few new businesses and accepted three big orders. In Chen Yao's absence, Xu Jun and the other Vice Chairman did not allow him to take responsibility.

Be it from Xu Jun or some other place, Zywane did not hear any news of Chen Yao. It was as if Chen Yao had disappeared from the face of the earth. As for the man who was pestering Chen Yao, she seemed to have a tacit understanding as well. After Chen Yao disappeared, he had never appeared, either when she knocked on Chen Yao's door or when she went to look for him in the company.

Thinking of Chen Yao, Zywane felt pain in his heart. What a great woman, with both good talent and looks, as well as outstanding character, without a lack of anything, everything went smoothly, but her emotions did not go smoothly, and she was stumbling. Zywane called Chen Yao a few times, always reminding him that his phone was turned off.

Where did Chen Yao go? According to Chen Yao's bearing and measure, normally speaking, the pursuer's harassment would not cause her to run away from home and feel extreme grief. It seemed that either her pursuer had done something that was out of bounds, or Chen Yao had suffered some other grievance.

Alas, it was not easy for a woman, a beautiful woman, a rich and beautiful woman, to have a comfortable life.

In comparison, He Ying should be happy. Although she went through a lot of torture, but in the end, she finally got what she wanted. She became her own woman, and at the same time became the child's mother.

During the week that he had been hospitalized, she had been carrying a child in her stomach, running up and down the bed. From morning till night, she had served him with great care and concern, even the doctors and nurses could only praise this wife of theirs for her kindness towards her husband, and envy the two of them for being such a blissful couple.

Zywane was indeed moved by He Ying's sincerity, and the gratitude and emotions she had towards He Ying slowly accumulated.

As a person, one must have a conscience. Giving was always mutually beneficial. If one could only ask for pleasure, it was not called being husband and wife. Rather, it was called selfishness and greed.

These few days, although Zywane and He Ying had been talking to each other quite a lot, other than the first day, which was quite deep, they did not talk much else.

It was not that He Ying did not want to talk, but Zywane did not want to talk much.

Zywane's heart was full of wounds, full of indescribable melancholy and desolation.

Zywane would often lie down on the bed with his eyes closed in deep thought, or else he would be discussing something unrelated to with him, a topic that was neither painful nor itchy.

Seeing that Zywane was not willing to talk at all, or even talk more about the two of them, He Ying only thought that Zywane was sick and tired, his mind was tired and tired, and that his pregnancy had happened too suddenly, so he found it hard to accept it at the moment. He needed a process, a process of gradual digestion and absorption.

He Ying thought this way, and did not think much of Zywane's performance, which actually increased his happiness index. Zywane's performance now was the symbol of a man's responsibility. In any case, this little man had already become his precious baby and the father of his future child. There was still a lot of time in the future, so he wasn't in a hurry for this moment.

Because of this, He Ying never disturbed Zywane when she was deep in thought with her eyes closed. She would often sit quietly on the side and read a book or lie down on Zywane's lap to rest.

Seeing He Ying being so obedient, Zywane would occasionally stroke He Ying's hair or shoulders gently.

The days of happiness were thousands of years long. Even though He Ying's body was exhausted, her heart was always brimming with incomparable happiness and tiredness.

During these few days, whenever Zywane closed his eyes, San Ren's shadow would appear before him, and the pain in his heart would arrive as expected. He would subconsciously clench his teeth, and the muscles on his face would involuntarily twitch in pain.

Zywane did not go online for a week. He did not know how San Ren had managed to make it this week, he did not know how painful it would be for San Ren to see his messages, and he did not know how San Ren would treat him. Zywane did not know and did not dare to indulge his imagination. He was extremely afraid of what he imagined and wanted to escape. He did not dare to face it.

The more he did not want to think about it, the more he did not dare to think about it. The more he did not want to think about it, the more he did not want to think about it.

Zywane could not help but wonder if there was any medicine in the world that could make one forget their past, forget their experiences, forget their pain, and erase their memories.

Zywane knew that the scene in the air between him and San Ren had turned into memories. They were all white clouds floating in the air, and very quickly, they were swept up by the wind.

Zywane knew that the ideal romantic happiness and love had been lost on him and had no fate with him. He had to face reality, face the habits and responsibilities of real life.

How far are ideals and reality?

Zywane finally understood. It was only the distance of a finger, a key and a mouse.

In the afternoon, the laboratory report came out. All the indicators were normal, so he could leave the hospital.

He Ying had already completed the discharge procedures, and even packed up her things, waiting for the doctor to notify him of the results.

After walking out of the ward, Zywane stood up on the weight meter in front of the nurse's station. Looking at the weight, he was shocked to see that he had gained three pounds in one week.

Zywane did not say anything further, he pulled He Ying over and weighed him as well. He Ying's words caused Zywane to be shocked, He Ying had lost exactly 3 jin of weight this week.

The meat that He Ying dropped just happened to be transferred onto her body.

Zywane was both touched and distressed at the same time.

"This is a good way to lose weight. I have to save energy to lose weight." He Ying looked at Zywane and laughed.

"Idiot, when are you going to lose weight?" Zhang Wei grabbed He Ying's shoulder, and said as they walked. "You're a stepmother now, you have to try your best to increase your nutrition, and you need to get fatter."

He Ying said with a pained expression on his face, "Isn't that just too unsightly? Will you kick me into the East Sea?"

"Hehe …" Zywane patted He Ying's shoulder, "Give me your son, you have yet to reward me with praise, how can I kick you into the East Sea?"

He Ying rested her head on Zywane's shoulder blissfully.

When Zywane said this, he felt slightly sour inside. He was so confused that he wanted to be a father. He was not prepared for it at all.

Sigh! This was all fate's destiny. It was fated.

Returning back to the 33rd floor apartment in the beautiful future of the garden, He Ying started to clean up the dirty clothes she wore in the hospital. She urged Zywane to change out of his clothes, then went to take a bath and wash her clothes.

He Ying took out a new set of underwear and underwear from the shopping bag that day, as well as slippers, cotton pajamas, and a whole set of washing equipment. She stuffed them all into Zywane's brain, saying, "Master, you should go take a bath.

Zywane became curious, "He Ying, when did you buy all these underwear and supplies?"

He Ying poured some washing powder into the washing machine as she turned to Zywane and said, "It's the day you catch a cold."

"I still haven't told you that I'm not leaving that day, why did you buy it with foresight?" Zhang Wei asked He Ying.

"You didn't say you won't leave, but you didn't say you won't leave either. Seeing you sleeping on the sofa like a dead pig, who knows what time you'll sleep, maybe you won't be able to leave even if you're late. Even if you sleep all night, I still have to prepare a full set of supplies for you." He Ying answered flawlessly.

Zhang Wei smiled. "Not bad, you're such a meticulous young lady."

He Ying smiled happily, "You take a shower first, I'll start the washing machine and go get some rice. After you take a shower, we'll eat dinner together, what do you want to eat?"

Zywane's appetite was filled to the brim with all sorts of delicious food that He Ying had bought. He pondered for a moment and said, "It's simpler, just look at your appetite. I'll eat whatever you do."

Seeing that Zywane was so easygoing, He Ying smiled and nodded: "Then — seafood noodles soup?"

"OK!" Zhang Wei replied as he entered the bathroom.

After a week of torture, Zywane had a bad smell all over his body. He took a comfortable bath with hot water, and his blood started to flow rapidly again. He felt refreshed.

After showering and washing up, Zywane put on his underwear and pure white cotton pajamas and headed to the kitchen.

He Ying was busy in the kitchen, the noodles were almost ready and the pot was about to be ready.

Zywane stood behind He Ying, watching him busy himself.

He Ying smiled at Zhang Wei: "Look, the place is clean, how nice, what a handsome young man!"

Zywane looked at He Ying's skinny face and figure, he suddenly extended his hands from behind and wrapped his arms around He Ying's waist, he lowered his head and kissed He Ying's head and neck, and said softly: "You've worked hard …."

He Ying's hands covered Zywane's hands. She leaned her head back and kissed Zywane's lips lightly, saying in a soft voice, "Hubby, I feel so happy …"

Zywane focused on covering He Ying's lips and lightly sucked … He then raised his head and lightly patted He Ying's butt: "Alright, stop flirting, if you continue flirting there will be no food for you."

It was only then that He Ying saw that the pot had already started boiling, and water and noodles were overflowing.

The seafood noodles that He Ying cooked were very tasty, and Zywane ate happily and contentedly.

Seeing that Zywane liked to eat so much, He Ying was very happy, so she said while eating, "In the future, I'll make these for you every week when you come back."

Zywane chuckled, "I feel weird, I really feel like we are living at home."

Zywane did not give much thought to what he was saying. After he finished his sentence, he suddenly felt like his heart was filled with a sense of betrayal. He felt like his heart was drifting further and further away.

He Ying giggled: "Looking at your silly look, of course we live together in the same house, what a pity," He Ying suddenly sighed lightly.