novelraw Chapter 11 Are You Pregnant?Is Mr. Qin playing so wildly?
Chapter 11 Are You Pregnant?Is Mr. Qin playing so wildly?
It was raining outside the window, and dense raindrops hit the car body. Song Jing could see the scenery going backwards quickly through the car window. He was too familiar with this road, which led to the villa where he and Qin Mo had lived for three years. Qin Mo closed his eyes and rested his mind all the way. There was nothing extra to say. The car stopped at the door of the villa again. The driver got down and opened the door. Song Jing paused and got out of the car. He took off the blanket on his body, helped the door and got out of the car and went directly into the hall.
Song Jing returned to this place again, not caring that her hands were tied at the moment, and there was a hint of sarcasm on her face;
"Qin Mo, it's useless for you to tie me up like this. It's impossible for you to never untie me for the rest of your life. Is it necessary to do this?"
Qin Mo sat on the sofa at one side, took the hot tea offered by the servant, lowered his head and gently blew on the froth on it, his slow movements did not show the slightest urgency, and he looked at the station firmly. The man with an unruly face in front of his eyes moved his thin lips lightly and only wrote a few words;
"Take him to the attic."
Song Jing has never been to this villa. The attic on the top floor is actually a glass room. It is raining heavily outside at the moment, and the glass roof is full of water flowing down. Zhuang Lin took out one from somewhere. handcuffs;
"excuse me."
He directly roasted Song Jing's hands on the bed, and Song Jing looked at the silver handcuffs with suppressed anger in his eyes, Qin Mo is a lunatic;
"Let Qin Mo come over, he won't think that I will compromise after shutting me up for a few days?"
Zhuang Lin seemed to turn a deaf ear to his words. After doing what he should do, he went to the door to guard. Qin Mo went back to the room and took a shower. His face finally turned a little more bloody, and he took all the medicine that Wu Run had given him. After changing into a suit of pure cotton home clothes, he took a folder from the table and then slowly left the room and went upstairs.
Zhuang Lin nodded slightly when he saw him;
"President Qin."
"Stay outside, don't go in until I come out and hear any movement."
"Yes."
As soon as Qin Mo pushed the door open, he saw something smashing towards him, and dodged it. Only then did he see that the knife that Zhuang Lin had just returned to Song Jing was nailed to the door. His pupils shrank slightly, and he raised his hand to pull the knife out of the door. When he got down, his eyes were full of emotions, and he turned to look at the person sitting beside the bed, the smile on his lips gradually widened, and his fingers wiped the big blade;
"Want to kill me?"
Song Jing was leaning on the head of the bed, with her hands hanging on the railing on one side;
"Heh, isn't this an attempt?"
The rain outside came in with thunder, Song Jing was a little irritable, today's matter was out of his control, but he always concealed his emotions well in front of Qin Mo, Qin Mo stepped forward Walked over, but did not approach Song Jing, but sat down on the sofa two meters away from him;
"I brought you here today because I have something to tell you."
His expression was calm, but his attitude was not playful, and it was not the same as the paranoid Song Jing had seen before, he squinted his eyes slightly;
"I can't help but listen even when I'm here. Tell me, Mr. Qin."
Purple lightning streaked across the night sky, and the flash of light instantly reflected Qin Mo's face like a snow-white statue. The air was instantly silent, and it took a long time for the light lips to reveal a word;
"I am pregnant, your child."
This sentence made the air in the room even quieter than the air that had been thundered before. Song Jing didn't even realize the meaning of this sentence for a moment. He knew all the short eight characters, but he really couldn't understand it. The concatenated meanings, after a brief moment of stupefaction, he stared at Qin Mo's dark eyes again, his face full of disbelief and doubts about whether the person in front of him had a brain problem;
"Are you pregnant? Are you kidding me? Is Mr. Qin in such a wild way now?"
Qin Mo would not be surprised if his company forced him to come back. Even today, he would understand that he was brought back by "kidnapping". But he said, he said he was pregnant?Now he deeply doubts whether Qin Mo is paranoid and obsessed. He has gone crazy. When he saw Qin Mo for the first time, he felt a little sympathy. Is this because of his obsession with Bai Yueguang?
Qin Mo didn't bother to pay attention to his thoughts at the moment, and directly raised his hand and threw a folder in his hand on the punch bed;
"This is the result of the examination. Although you are not a medical student, you must know the words."
Song Jing's pupils trembled slightly. This incident was too horrifying. He immediately took the document and opened it with one hand. It was indeed a hospital test report. It was a thick stack with high and low arrows. But here there are only results and no patient information, and the diagnosis room in the back is three months pregnant.
"Did you take me for a fool? Your name is not on the test sheet. You said you were pregnant? Qin Mo, do you want to go to the psychiatric department for an investigation?"
Qin Mo stopped talking nonsense with him and got up straight away, his downcast eyes fell on that obviously unbelievable person;
"I'll give you one night to accept the reality, and I can set you free after the baby is born."
Before leaving he turned and spoke;
"Wu Run's phone is on it, I won't take it away."
After speaking, he went straight out of the bedroom.
Song Jing's Adam's apple slipped, swallowed, and looked down at the pile of test results in his hand. The words in front of him jumped one by one. He had a million reasons to believe that it was a forgery, but he was constantly thinking about it. Repeating Qin Mo's words just now, his expression, he thought of Qin Mo's countless threats to him, countless ways to force him to come back, he was ready to die, and then he said he was pregnant?
He raised his head and looked at the rain that kept falling and the lightning that flashed in the sky. After watching for a long time, everything seemed like an unreal illusion. The pain from just touching his body reminded him that this was not a dream, and that he was indeed in Qin Mo. in the villa.
After Qin Mo was discharged from the hospital, Wu Run was finally able to rest at home for two days. The pizza had just been taken out of the oven when he heard the phone ring;
"Doctor Wu, I'm Song Jing."
Wu Run immediately knew that his job was coming;
"Mr. Song, you already know everything?"
Song Jing stared at the inspection reports in her hands, her voice tensed;
"What's going on with Qin Mo?"
"As you know, he is pregnant. I know you may be a little surprised when you just found out about this, but it is actually not the first case in the world that a man is pregnant. There are five cases that have been seen in the newspapers before... .”
The chatter on the other side of the phone made Song Jing feel that her whole worldview had been subverted;
"You mean Qin Mo knew about it a month ago? Do you want to stay, keep this child?"
The other side of the phone answered truthfully;
"Yes, Mr. Qin found out that he was pregnant when he visited my junior brother for a physical examination abroad. It was indeed a month ago. According to my junior brother, Mr. Qin didn't think about getting rid of the child at that time. I have a website here. You can check out the previous papers on men’s pregnancy surgery.”
"Wait, Qin Mo is pregnant, so he is the one who will be next?"
This sentence made Wu Run's small universe almost explode. That was Qin Mo. He had never admired Song Jing more than this moment;
"Ahem, of course, although this is an event with a very small probability, after all, this matter still has to abide by normal rules."
After Song Jing hung up the phone, he pulled his hair vigorously. He really couldn't connect Qin Mo with pregnancy. The only sound in the room was the pattering rain outside. The scenery in the room seemed to be changing. This small attic It turned into a well-decorated bedroom, the door in the bathroom opened, and a wisp of mist drifted out, the person in light gray silk pajamas pulled another person onto the bed, and an exquisite nanmu gift box was placed beside the bed;
"Master Liao Yi's carvings are exquisite. It's no wonder that Mr. Qin can make the retired Master Liao Yi carve objects again."
"Happy birthday, safe and sound every year."
The low-key boy carried an imperceptible pampering, and he was suddenly pulled down by the people around him;
"It's a nice present, but I want something else."
Under the warm yellow light, the man's face faded away from all the usual coldness and paranoia. His thick eyelashes were stained with sweat. Under the light, shadows like small fans trembled under his eyes. The pajamas on his chest trembled slightly. It was already scattered, revealing a slightly pale chest with obvious ups and downs, and a bit of blood-colored brilliance on the thin and pale lips.
A hoarse voice with a deadly gasp;
"Mr. Qin..."
The following words were drowned in the kiss between lips. It was the first and only time he pressed Qin Mo. The pictures reappeared in his mind and disappeared one by one in his mind. Warm yellow The halo faded away little by little, leaving only the cold incandescent light.
The rain outside didn't stop all night. Qin Mo lay on the bed in the master bedroom curled up slightly sideways, his stomach tightened up and down, trying to fall asleep enduring the sour and pre-vomiting feeling, but his consciousness was still clearer than before. Standing up, he was drenched in cold sweat, and the pajamas on his back were soaked in cold sweat. His trembling hands suddenly opened the drawer under the bedside table, but his fingers stopped suddenly when they touched the white bottle of oxazepam. He closed his eyes and took a while to pick up the phone on the other side, his voice was hoarse and tired;
"Bring in a cup of hot milk."
Warm milk was brought in quickly, Qin Mo raised his eyelids, and took the milk;
"Is there any movement upstairs?"
"I just vaguely heard Mr. Song on the phone, but nothing else happened."
Qin Mo waved his hand slightly, and the warm milk flowed down his throat and into his stomach, but it only brought him a moment of peace, but after 10 minutes, the familiar nausea hit him again, and he went to the bathroom with messy steps, retching. There was a burst of sound, and finally only the sound of running water from the faucet was left. Qin Mo supported the sink with both hands, looking at the haggard figure in the mirror, and the image in the mirror suddenly disappeared with the last handful of water.
The author says:
Song Dog knows the truth;
The whole person has been stunned;
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The next door to Amway is receiving articles in advance, the next book may be Director Liang's "Director Liang is Mine"
Han Yi went to the Center for Infectious Disease Prevention and Control after his postgraduate internship. He was very happy when he knew that he was leading a director at the level of vice president. He felt that he could show revenge, but he didn't want Liang Huai to let him test the purity in the laboratory every day. , the assessment was given good because of one less sentence.
Okay, I will bear it until all the students from the same batch went to the hospital for internships, and only he was still detained in the laboratory.
From then on, an incredible incident happened in the Center for Infectious Disease Prevention and Control. An intern dared to point his nose at the director who was leading him, but Liang Huai never cared about it with a good temper.
Until the outbreak of southwest mucormycosis;
Han Yi no longer wants to follow Liang Huai;
"Director Chu, I want to follow you."
"You still care about the kindness Director Liang gave you?"
"I don't care about this, he will just talk on paper, and get into the director by himself, I don't want to mess with him."
But he didn't want the person outside the door to let go of the doorknob with a pale face and leave slowly.
"Fart, do you think he was only 34 years old and became a director at the level of vice president? He has saved more people than the cases you have seen."
"You Director Liang was injured when you were aiding foreign countries. There are still shrapnel in your body that have not been removed. You have been in poor health for the past few years. When you go out, be careful and don't confront him."
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After a long time, the pale and haggard man leaned on the hospital bed and gasped with a low voice;
"I may not have the energy to take you after the operation. I found Dean Song for you. You can follow him."
At this time, Han Yi grabbed his arm and shook it like a child, but he didn't let go;
"Director Liang, you are mine. I'm not going anywhere, just follow you."