Love after Marriage

DONT HIDE

　Wen Qian's body trembled, her jaw slightly tensed, and her slender fingers holding the phone tightened, reflecting a dazzling white at her fingertips.

　　She swallowed unconsciously, "What are you saying? I don't understand."

　　"You went to the hospital just now?" Shang Mo didn't give her a chance to catch her breath and asked, "You went to the obstetrics and gynecology department, right?"

　　The car window was half-lowered, and the scorching sunlight slanted in and fell on Wen Qian's face, lightly outlining her delicate facial features. The luster that had been dazzling just now seemed to have lost its color.

　　Wen Qian's world suddenly became dark. She stuck out her teeth and bit her lower lip hard, leaving a row of deep marks.

　　She glanced out the window helplessly, wondering how to answer.

　　"Why go to the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department?" Shang Mo's breathing slowed down, and an incredible answer popped up.

　　He took all the measures that night. Logically, it was impossible for them to fail, but He Cheng also said that there was a one percent chance of accidents.

　　Could it be that...

　　"Wen Qian, is that you?" Before he finished speaking, Wen Qian interrupted, "I went there to accompany Song Yu."

　　"What?"

　　"Song Yu, I told you about my friend." Wen Qian held her breath and explained, "She was not feeling well this morning, and I accompanied her to the hospital."

　　"..."

　　Obviously Shang Mo didn't expect such an answer. He couldn't tell whether he felt lost or something else. His eyelids drooped slightly, concealing a deep look.

　　"Not you?" After a while, he asked, "Is it your friend?"

　　"Yes, it's not me, it's my friend." No one knew how much effort Wen Qian put into saying this. When no one was paying attention, her slender fingers kept shaking.

　　Song Yu was right, she was too soft-hearted and not suitable for lying.

　　There was no sound from the other end of the receiver again.

　　Wen Qian asked: "Do you have anything else to do?"

　　"No." Shang Mo replied.

　　"Then I'll hang up first." Wen Qian remembered something, "By the way, I have to postpone the dinner I promised you. My friend doesn't have any acquaintances in Beijing North, and I have to take care of her."

　　"Okay." Shang Mo said, "We'll eat when you're free."

　　Wen Qian hummed softly, and before hanging up the phone, Shang Mo spoke again, "Are you okay?"

　　Wen Qian's heart, which had just calmed down, was lifted up again. Her throat seemed to be choked by something, itchy and uncomfortable. She endured the discomfort and said, "I'm fine. I'm fine."

　　"That's good." Shang Mo moved his wrist bone slightly, reflecting the black mole on the inside of his wrist, and there seemed to be a faint circle of teeth marks on it.

　　His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he remembered the scene that night when the little girl opened her mouth and bit him because she couldn't control herself.

　　Her pink thin lips touched lightly, the tip of her tongue pressed against it, and her white teeth left a burning mark on it, as if she was not biting a mole, but his heart.