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Chapter 45
Because of the insomnia that night, Xia Liang didn't wake up until after ten o'clock in the morning the next day.
Zhou Shuo was long gone at home, and he only found a note left by Zhou Shuo at the entrance, telling him that the milk this morning was warm in the incubator, so he remembered to drink it; he also told him to eat every meal on time, Pay attention to charging the mobile phone and do not turn it off. If you are not feeling well, you should contact Dr. Wen as soon as possible.
Xia Liang looked at the neat handwriting on the note, and in his mind came the appearance of Zhou Shuo, a tall and tall man lying down at the entrance to write seriously, and the corner of his mouth raised involuntarily.
Just a few months ago, he had always told Zhou Shuo to do this and that, but now it was Zhou Shuo who told him in every possible way. Xia Liang felt that this feeling was not bad, at least it was heart-warming.
For a moment, he wanted to call Zhou Shuo and listen to the other party's voice. But he quickly dismissed this idea. On the one hand, he estimated that Zhou Shuo should be on the plane at the moment. On the other hand, he subconsciously felt that it seemed inappropriate for him to do this. As for what was wrong, he did not want to think deeply.
As soon as he finished drinking the milk, Wen Ping made a routine visit.
Because of the influence of Zhou Shuo, Wen Ping suddenly fell in love with cooking. In addition to taking care of Xia Liang, he just bought a bunch of ingredients and learned to cook according to the gourmet app.
But don't know why, things made by Wen Ping always have such or other problems, either less water or more seasoning.
No matter how much Xia Liang endured, he couldn't help but complain: "Are you missing something in the Five Elements, or are you born with a noble personality, and a small kitchen can't hold you at all?"
"God is fair," Wen Ping teased himself with a smile, "since the old man gave me some important things, he is bound to take other important things from me."
Xia Liang thought he was praising his medical skills euphemistically, rolled his eyes silently, and resisted not demolishing his platform.
However, Wen Ping suddenly changed the subject: "By the way, I heard Lan Ze say that you had a pregnancy dream before, but have you ever dreamed of it later?"
"No more." Speaking of this, Xia Liang felt a little depressed in her heart. She always felt that the child in her belly didn't seem to be very close to her, and there was little fetal movement. It would be good to be able to turn over several times a day.
"It must have been slapped away by you when it came to you for the first time, and it broke my heart." Wen Ping said half-jokingly, "A child's mind is very fragile, after it is born, you have to take good care of it. make up for it."
Xia Liang suddenly fell into silence. In his and Zhou Shuo's original plan, after the child was born, he would first send it to someone to raise him, and after he was two or three years old, he would take the child back in the name of his illegitimate child. The mother of the child can choose any identity.
However, listening to Wen Ping's words at this moment, he suddenly remembered his childhood.
Xia's mother died of dystocia when she was giving birth to Xia Lin. At that time, Xia Liang was only two or three years old. The news of his mother's death was a big blow to him.
But for more than 20 years, whenever he thinks back to that incident, what impresses him the most is not that he was crying with his mother's portrait at the memorial service, but that he was just born lying in the swaddling clothes and looked innocently on his face. The younger brother of this world.
At that time, he felt that his younger brother was actually much more pitiful than him. At least he held his mother's hand, hugged his mother's neck, and heard her mother sing lullabies in a gentle voice, but in the younger brother's world, the mother's sense of existence almost zero.
Now thinking of the child in his womb, Xia Liang was shaken for the first time in several months - he didn't want the child to become the second Xia Lin as soon as he was born.
After lunch, Xia Liang tried to call Zhou Shuo, but the call was not connected.
He guessed that Zhou Shuo should have gone into the bedroom to take a nap as usual before he got off the plane.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly opened his eyes in cold sweat, and subconsciously wanted to grab the phone on the bedside table, but I don't know if he was too nervous, his hands kept shaking, and the phone fell from his fingertips. There was a bang on the wooden floor.
Wen Ping in the living room heard the movement and immediately opened the door alertly and came in. At a glance, he saw Xia Liang leaning on the bed with her stomach stretched out, leaning over with difficulty to retrieve her phone.
"Hey, take it easy!" Wen Ping hurried over to help him pick up the phone, put it in his hand, and said, "I'm just outside. If you have something to do, call me, why be brave."
Xia Liang panted: "I didn't expect it for a while."
Only then did Wen Ping realize that Xia Liang's expression was wrong, he squatted down and looked at him carefully and said, "Why are you sweating so much, is there something wrong with you?"
"No, I just... had a nightmare." Xia Liang didn't have time to explain to him, so he quickly called Zhou Shuo, but the phone still couldn't get through.
He looked at the time on his phone and said anxiously, "It's already this time, why haven't you gotten off the plane yet?"
"Maybe it's the flight delay?" Wen Ping guessed, "If you're worried, leave him a WeChat message and let him contact you as soon as he starts up..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, his voice was very fast, showing a hint of malicious intent.
Xia Liang had been disturbed by the nightmare, but now he heard the knock on the door, and his unease became more and more obvious.
However, Wen Ping was calm at the critical moment. He pressed Xia Liang's shoulder and said, "Lock the bedroom door, and I'll deal with it."
He walked out of the bedroom, glanced around quickly, packed up some things for Xia Liang's special use, and walked to the entrance in a calm manner to open the door.
There were two men in black suits outside the door. When they saw Wen Ping, the expressions on their faces were obviously stunned.
One of them was polite and asked, "Excuse me, does Mr. Xia Liangxia live here?"
Wen Ping raised his eyebrows, deliberately looked up and down the two of them, and asked cautiously, "What are you looking for with Xia Liang?"
"Our boss has a request."
"Who is your boss?"
The other person quickly became impatient and said with a stern face: "You just need to tell us if this is Xia Liang's home, and where did all the nonsense come from."
Wen Ping saw that the two were unkind, raised his chin and said, "This is my home, and Xia Liang lives next door."
The two then turned and knocked on the next door. But that apartment was originally rented temporarily by Wen Ping, how could anyone open the door.
The two knocked on the door for a while, then turned to see Wen Ping leisurely leaning against the door, looking at them like a good show, one of them said patiently, "Can you tell us where Mr. Xia went?"
"I don't know, maybe go out with his assistant." Wen Ping casually said nonsense.
"Impossible, we were clear before." The other person almost blurted out, but was stopped by his companion.
But Wen Ping still sensed something was wrong from his half-sentence.
The two men in black couldn't find Xia Liang, and they couldn't ask for more information from Wen Ping's mouth, so they could only leave in anger.
Wen Ping closed the door and turned around to see Xia Liang coming out of the bedroom.
"You heard all?" Wen Ping said.
Xia Liang nodded, his face became paler, and he muttered: "Sure enough, the dream is real, Zhou Shuo didn't get on the plane, he had an accident."