I’m Pregnant With a Wealthy Old Man’s Child

At this moment, Zu Qi's head crashed directly.

He kept the posture of sitting on the bed, staring blankly at Xue Jue who was standing in front of him for a long time, opened his mouth, and muttered: "When did you... come in?"

If Zu Qi remembered correctly, he locked the door back after entering the bedroom, then how did Xue Jue get in?

And at this time, shouldn't Xue Jue work overtime in the company?

Countless thoughts flashed in Zu Qi's heart, and the more he thought about it, the more desperate he felt. He held the bed sheet tightly with his hands, breathing so hard as if someone punched him in the face, and the fine pain spread to his limbs along the nerves. skeleton.

He didn't know how Xue Jue would react when he learned of his space, and he didn't even dare to imagine the fate he was about to face...

In just one minute, Zu Qi was startled in a cold sweat.

"I..." Zu Qi said.

However, as soon as he uttered a word, he saw Xue Jue free up a hand and gently pressed the back of his hand against his cold forehead. After a pause, he felt for a while, and Xue Jue asked, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Zu Qi didn't expect Xue Jue's reaction to be much calmer than he thought, so he was taken aback for a while, and then shook his head.

"I'm very good."

"But you look bad." Xue Jue pursed his lips and observed Zu Qi's face closely, with a trace of worries between his brows, "I'll take you to the hospital for a look."

Because the two of them were too close, all the heat that Xue Jue exhaled was sprayed on Zu Qi's cheeks.

Zu Qi, who was a guilty conscience, didn't dare to look at Xue Jue directly, but could see Xue Jue's beautiful face that was so close at hand, as if he was about to kiss him in the next second.

Zu Qi suddenly thought of some messy pictures, and his cheeks gradually became red.

He subconsciously leaned back a few minutes, until fresh air poured in between him and Xue Jue, and it was like a fish returning to the water, finally breathing out.

"No need." Zu Qi closed his eyes and refused.

Xue Jue seemed to feel Zu Qi's rejection, her eyes flickered, and she stood up slowly holding Xue Wan in her arms, and then explained: "I knocked on the door for a long time outside, and you never responded. Manager Zhang brought the spare key."

After a pause, he added softly, "I am worried about you."

Zu Qi looked at Xue Jue and found that the other party was also looking at him intently for a moment, and the ears became hotter for a while.

"I'm really okay, maybe it was a trip to the company during the day, and I was a little tired." Zu Qi tugged at the corner of his mouth, pretending to smile nonchalantly.

Xue Jue obviously didn't believe Zu Qi's remarks, but he couldn't persuade Zu Qi to go to the hospital for an examination, so they stayed in a stalemate with big eyes and small eyes.

When Xue Jue was about to speak, Xue Wan, in his arms, suddenly started crying with his mouth open.

Upon seeing this, Zu Qi breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time, he felt that his own son was so cute that he even cried so appropriately.

"He seems to be hungry, you can feed him something." Zu Qi couldn't wait to start chasing people.

Although Xue Jue had been coaxing Xue Wan softly, Yu Guangzhong still watched all the changes in Zu Qi's expression. He was immediately annoyed and helpless, and had to swallow the rest of the words, holding Xue Wan and leaving the bedroom.

Zu Qi watched Xue Jue's figure disappear behind the door, and for a moment he felt that he was alive again.

Now Xue Jue has been able to take care of Xue Wan very skillfully. He soon came to the nursery, holding Xue Wan with one hand, and mixing the milk powder with the other hand as fast as possible.

Xiaoya outside heard the movement and hurriedly came over to help.

Xue Wanwan was indeed hungry, his face was red from crying, and he tossed desperately in Xue Jue's arms.

It wasn't until Xiaoya put the baby bottle warmed with cold water into his arms that the little guy reflexively hugged the baby bottle and sucked it. Her thick eyelashes like a small fan cried wet, and her cheeks were still glowing. red.

Xiaoya looked at the young master and couldn't help but sigh.

Both the husband and the wife have such high looks, even if the young master was like a wrinkled little monkey when he was born, he will not be ugly when he grows out now.

Sure enough, genes determine the level of appearance...

After Xue Wan was completely quiet, Xue Jue walked out of the nursery with the little guy, and Xiaoya was left to clean up the mess. Xiaoya was quick to put everything in order in less than ten minutes.

When she left, Xiaoya saw Xue Jue standing silently outside the door, as if waiting for her.

Xiaoya was stunned: "Sir, are you looking for me?"

Xue Jue nodded. He just went downstairs and handed Xue Wan who was drinking milk to Weng Yuxiang. After thinking about it, he still couldn't rest assured, he came back to find Xiaoya.

"I just want to ask, is there any discomfort in Zu Qi's body lately?" Xue Jue said hesitantly, but it was a bit embarrassing for him to ask Xiaoya these words.

Xue Jue is a person who pays great attention to privacy. Even the unspeakable past between him and Zu Qi is rarely known. Weng Yuxiang and Xue Yanjing even thought that Xue Jue fell in love with Zu Qi at first sight. Get it.

So asking an outsider about his husband’s current situation will make Xue Jue feel a little embarrassed.

Even if Xue Jue and Zu Qi never quarrel with each other during their marriage, he is not willing to let others know about such private matters.

It's a pity that he has been busy with official business recently, and the number of times he has returned can be counted with one hand. It is really impossible to pay attention to Zu Qi.

Xiaoya didn’t know Xue Jue’s thoughts, but seeing his hesitant and tense expression, she didn’t dare to give a perfunctory answer. After thinking about it for a long time, she said: "When you are away from home, I rarely see When the wife goes out, he will either play with the young master in the living room or in the small garden, or stay in the bedroom. It seems that there is nothing wrong."

After Xue Jue heard this, he let out a good grace, and fell silent.

Xiaoya was quiet for two seconds, observing Xue Jue's expression, and cautiously said: "Sir, what's wrong with Madam?"

"It's okay." Xue Jue regained his senses, and his expression quickly returned to his former indifference. He exhorted, "Pay attention to him. If you have anything to do, call me directly."

Xiaoya nodded blankly.

"Don't let him know that I asked you these things." Xue Jue said again.

Xiaoya quickly responded: "Okay, I must be tight-lipped."

Having said this, Xue Jue was about to go downstairs to see Xue Wan. When he turned around, he suddenly remembered something, and he said again, "By the way, you can tell everyone, you don't need to call his wife, just call him by name."

When he brought Zu Qi back, Xue Jue did not deliberately tell the housekeeper Zhang and Xiaoya how to call Zu Qi. Later, when they heard them call Mrs. Zu Qi spontaneously, although they thought it was a bit funny, he did not correct them.

Anyway, he and Zu Qi spent very little time together. The name "Mrs." would only be disgusting to Zu Qi alone and would not affect him in the slightest.

However, now that the two of them live under the same roof, and even sleep in the same bed, Xue Jue still feels uncomfortable when he hears too much "madam".

It's not that I feel disgusting, but that Zuqi, a big man with long legs and tall legs, is called "Mrs."...

It really hurts self-esteem.

Even Xue Jue himself didn't realize that before he knew it, he started to care about Zu Qi's feelings. This was absolutely impossible before.

strange.

Zu Qi sat by the bed for a long time. He repeatedly rubbed the crystal clear emeralds in his palms. After the fierce beating heart gradually calmed down, he felt a chill.

Snow was falling outside the French windows, and the temperature inside was very low.

Zuqi suddenly remembered that he felt a little fever while packing his luggage, so he turned off the heating in the bedroom.

So Zuqi picked up the remote control to turn on the heating, feeling a burst of warm current rushing over his face, wrapping his whole person, and suddenly his shoulders slowly relaxed, exhaling a long breath.

There are still various clothes and three suitcases on the floor in front of the closet, but Zu Qi can't afford to keep packing things.

Sitting for a while, Zu Qi simply kicked off his slippers, crawled into the bed, lay down and played with the phone.

In a comfortable and comfortable environment, it is easy to breed inertia. It took almost no time for Zuqi to forget the tension and anxiety just now, and fell asleep in the warm quilt.

He slept deeply at first, but after an unknown period of time, his body gradually became heavier, as if in a hot steamer.

Zu Qi kicked off the quilt unconsciously, his cheeks became hot, and his thoughts finally became clear.

After lying down for a while, Zu Qi felt that his throat was dry. He wanted to get out of bed and pour a glass of water, but his bulky body couldn't make any effort.

Zu Qi struggled for a long time still lying intact.

Half-dreaming and half-awake, he seemed to hear the sound of the door opening, followed by a series of footsteps, Zu Qi opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a faint figure shaking by the bed.

"Zu Qi."

Someone is calling him.

Afterwards, a hand lightly touched his forehead.

The temperature of that hand was a bit low, and when it was attached to Zu Qi's hot skin, the strands of cold air seemed to be alive, drilling straight into Zu Qi's nerves.

"Xue Jue..." Zu Qi's eyes were half-closed, his lips were slightly opened, and he exhaled hot air from his nose, "I'm so uncomfortable..."

"You have a cold." Xue Jue didn't seem to figure it out. Just now Zu Qi was okay, but turned around and became ill. He sighed helplessly, "I'll get you medicine."

Zu Qi was still feverish, dizzy, and his mind seemed to be frozen. He didn't hear what Xue Jue was saying. When he noticed that Xue Jue was about to take his hand away, he panicked and held it up.

"Don't you go..."

The slightly cool back of his hand continued to stick to his face, Zu Qi cocked the corner of his mouth, like a satisfied cat, after happily rubbing twice, he let out a satisfied sigh.

"So comfortable."

Xue Jue had nothing to do with Zu Qi, so he had to stand where he was, and when Zu Qi became confused, he slowly withdrew his hand.

Not long after Zuqi slept, he heard Xue Jue calling his name again. He was embraced by Xue Jue, sitting up, taking medicine and drinking water.

After Xue Jue was busy, he helped Zu Qi to lie back under the covers, and took a hot and humid towel to wipe the sweat on his face and body.

Originally, Xue Jue was still sulking about Zu Qi's secret from him, but at this moment, seeing Zu Qi's fragile and pitiful appearance, he couldn't get angry anymore.

What a fool.

Even if you stay at home, you can get sick. When you go to the crew, I am afraid that you will not cherish your body.