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Chapter 497 Pay the Price

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    Bai Lulu sat on the edge of the bed slumped, her hair was disheveled, and she looked at Jing Chengxu with extremely complicated eyes. In the end, she didn't say a word. She thought he would come alone. Now that Xia Lan is here, she can't take  It is her last dignity to tell those unbearable things to everyone: "It's nothing, I lost, nothing happened to us, and the child is not yours, so be it."

    Xia Lan glanced at her in disgust, thinking that she would hear something new from her mouth, but she didn't expect to just say a few words: "You are nothing more than that, then we won't bother you, Miss Bai, please do your own thing."

    In the end, Bai Lulu didn't take Mark Tingchen's house and money. She got nothing in exchange for this farce except ruining her reputation.  Her final condition was to ask Mark Tingchen to withdraw the public opinion on the Internet, in exchange for her peace, this man, he couldn't afford to mess with.

    It is no longer possible to erase the rift between Jing Shaoqing and Jing Chengxu and his son, and Xia Lan no longer asks Jing Shaoqing to return to Jing's mansion every week. When father and son meet, they will only be like enemies.

    Jing Chengxu and his wife wanted to invite Mark Tingchen to express their gratitude, but Mark Tingchen declined. He was helping his brother, Jing Shaoqing.  They are all at home with Wen Yan, and they really don't have time to spare.

    Not long after, the imperial capital ushered in the first snow of the year.  Wen Yan stayed in the well-heated bedroom quietly reading a book, and sat on the chair in front of the French window that Mo Tingchen once liked the most.  Only now did she really know why he likes to sit here, because the view here is wide, and you can just see part of the garden and the position of the gate outside the courtyard. There is an old tree directly facing the window, which is stained by white snow and covered in silver.  Looking out at the snowy sky from here, it has a different flavor.

    Goose Feather Snow did not intend to stop, attracted by the scenery, she couldn't help but put down the book, got up and opened the window, stretched out her hand, the cold snowflakes fell on the palm of her hand, and quickly disappeared. This beauty is short-lived, but it is also very short.  gorgeous.

    Suddenly someone put a thin blanket on her shoulders, she looked back, it was Mark Tingchen.  He just came home, and he was still carrying the chill brought in from the outside: "It's cold outside, close the windows. If you feel stuffy, when the weather clears up, I'll take you out for a walk."

    Wen Yan shook his head lightly: "Except for the birth checkup, don't go out, I'm worried about accidents This baby, it's not easy to come. It's only a few months, I can bear it, just be bored."

    Mo Tingchen had a momentary taste in his heart, he knew that her cautiousness was only for the sake of the child, not because it was their child, and it was not because she cared about him: "Okay, there are enough activities in the yard usually, I really want to  Just tell me when you go out, it¡¯s okay to be careful, you¡¯re too careful, don¡¯t be too nervous, the fetus is still young, so it¡¯s not that dangerous. By the way Christmas, what gift do you want?"

    Is it Christmas?  Wen Yan was startled, and then remembered that Christmas was still more than ten days away, and she had never asked for extravagant gifts from him in the past, and she didn't want anything: "I don't want anything, don't bother. We are not so  People who pay attention to festivals, birthdays, etc., don¡¯t they have a serious life? It¡¯s the same in the past, and it¡¯s the same now. How I lived it before, I live it now. Don¡¯t be deliberate, otherwise it will only make me feel uncomfortable.  "

    At this moment, Mark Tingchen was a little discouraged. It seemed that he could never please her, and her attitude was always so indifferent.  When she was with Chen Mengyao and Anya, she would laugh and get annoyed. She used to fight with the National People's Congress in a hotel because of Grandpa Anya, but in front of him, she was as quiet as a pool of water, deep and quiet, impossible to explore.

    Sensing the gloom in his eyes, Wen Yan paused and said: "By the way, Lan Xiang sent me the account this month, and I haven't had time to read it. I believed her very much at first, so I thought I wouldn't need it."  Checking the accounts, she insisted on asking me to check the accounts every month, I'm very lazy now, why don't you take a look at it for me?"

    She seldom spoke, and Mark Tingchen readily agreed: "Okay."

    In the middle of the night when everything was silent, Wen Yan woke up so hungry that she didn't eat much at night because she didn't have much appetite. Now she was very hungry and felt very uncomfortable in her stomach.

    Hunger drove her to get up and go downstairs to the kitchen to look for food. When she got to the kitchen door, she saw the kitchen light was on. She thought it was Mama Liu getting up to drink water at night, so she called softly, "Mama Liu, I'm hungry.  food?"

    Mama Liu has the habit of getting up in the middle of the night to drink water, and she always has some strange habits when she gets old.  What she didn't expect was that it wasn't Liu Ma who was in the kitchen, but Mark Tingchen, who was making coffee.  Hearing her voice, he asked, "What do you want to eat? The leftovers from the night are all thrown away, and it's not healthy, why don't you cook some noodles? You go and wait, I'll get it."

    She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at him for a moment. In the past, he was the one who ordered her around, but now she is totally down.?It's coming, and the idea of ??torturing him rose in her heart: "Okay, remember to put salt, the salt is finer, the sugar is thicker, don't make a mistake, and the vegetables need to be over water."

    Mark Tingchen was a little helpless: "I will only make the same mistake once." That's right, the noodles cooked in the apartment last time were considered a failure 'work', once raw and cooked twice, this time he can perform well.

    Perhaps it was because he was really hungry. When he brought the noodles to the table, Wen Yan felt that they were very fragrant just by smelling them, and they tasted good too.

    Seeing how focused she was on eating, he couldn't help but ask, "Is it that delicious?"

    She replied without raising her head: "It's okay"

    He was at a loss for words for a moment, couldn't this woman sincerely praise him?  What does it mean?  If it tastes good, it tastes good, if it doesn't taste good, it doesn't taste good. What kind of evaluation is it?  After a short pause, he went upstairs with his coffee: "There is still a little more to finish the accounts, and I will help you work overtime tonight."

    Wen Yan paused: "You're helping me with the accounts by staying up so late? There's no rush, you don't have to do it all at once"

    He glanced back at her: "I'm used to finishing things at once."

    She didn't speak anymore, and ate the noodles he cooked in silence. Why didn't she find out that he actually has many advantages?

    After eating and drinking, when she went upstairs, she subconsciously went to the study. Sure enough, he was still helping him with the accounts. It was almost a little bit, and he had to get up early to go to the company tomorrow morning. After all, she still couldn't bear it: "Don't do it, go to bed early  Well, really don't worry, it's almost done, and Lan Xiang is quite reliable in handling things, so there won't be any major problems."

    Mark Tingchen closed the computer: "Are you caring about me?"

    She pursed her lips and remained silent. He knew that this question would not be answered, so he said to himself: "It's over, go to rest quickly, I'm asleep too."

    She nodded: "Good night."

    When she turned around, she was suddenly pulled into his arms by him, and his magnetic voice sounded behind her: "I don't want to sleep in the guest room anymore, I don't like it, and I can't sleep well"

    Her breath stagnates: "Then let's change"

    He lowered his head and rested his chin on her shoulder: "What I mean is, can't we sleep together? It's not good to always sleep in separate rooms like this? The days will be long in the future, so we have to get used to it." (Remember this website URL  : www.hlnovel.com
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