Reborn as a top-notch little wife

Xi Changchang wanted to say no, but the nausea came back, so he just forced a smile and shook his head.

Yang Xi still looked cold and indifferent: "Don't force it. If you don't like it, we can just change it."

Xi Changchang was about to explain, but suddenly he frowned, stood up hurriedly, covered his mouth with his hand and ran to the bathroom.

She retched a few times at the water pipe before she felt better. She raised her head, and her slightly pale and weak face was reflected in the mirror.

This was supposed to be the first pregnancy reaction, nearly a month later than the book said.

Xi Changchang frowned as he touched his stomach. It seemed that he had to leave early, otherwise he might not be able to hide it anymore...

Fortunately, it was Yang Xi who wanted to hide it now. If it was Zhong Jiamu who was here today, she would have no chance of success at all.

She patted her face with her hands, took a deep breath and made a cheering gesture to herself in the mirror before walking back.

As soon as I turned around, I stopped there.

Yang Xi stood behind her and looked at her, her face unusually pale.

Xi Changchang tried hard to search for a reason, or maybe he didn't need any reason, just casually stepped forward and said a few words.

But her mind was just blank, she couldn't think of anything, she just stood there blankly.

Yang Xi broke the silence first, her voice seemed to be trembling: "You..." She only said one word and seemed to be too dry to continue. She paused before speaking again: "Are you having Zhong Jiamu's child?

"

Reunion

Yang Xi has always been cool and fierce, perhaps because of her outstanding appearance and extremely natural behavior. This kind of fierceness is not only not annoying, but also makes people feel a different kind of temperament.

But now her face is as pale as paper.

Xi Changchang's face didn't look much better, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't even know how to get back to his seat.

Yang Xi took a cigarette and put it to her mouth. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Xi Changchang always felt that her hands were shaking slightly. She took out a delicate lighter and pressed it a few times, but she seemed to be absent-minded. It was so simple and familiar.

I couldn't do the movements well, and the blue flames lit and went out, lit and went out again.

She finally got impatient, took off her cigarette and rolled it into a ball, then looked up at Xi Changchang: "How long has it been?"

Xi Changchang replied in a low voice: "More than three months."

"When did you know?"

Thinking of what happened that day, Xi Changchang still breathed a little bitterly: "The day I saw you at home."

Yang Xi looked away and said nothing. She just played with the lighter in her hand and the lid clicked. After a while, she asked again: "Does Zhong Jiamu know?" She turned around and said, "What did he say?

"

She has typical almond-shaped eyes, with a cat-like sloppy and charming look under the carefully drawn eyeliner, but her gaze at this time seems to be a little burning.

Xi Changchang lowered his head: "He doesn't know - I asked him once, and he didn't seem to like it very much, but... he also said he wanted a child later, so I think he might accept it, but not necessarily..."

She said this intermittently, probably because she felt a little uneasy in her heart.

Zhong Jiamu has always had a disgusting attitude towards children, but when he said that on the train, she wanted to take it seriously, but she was afraid that he was just talking about it temporarily. But no matter what, she decided to give birth to this child. Thinking of Yang

Xi and Zhong Jiamu grew up together and knew each other very well. Xi Changchang raised his eyes and asked, "Yang Xi, does Zhong Jiamu really hate children that much?"

"Disgusted?" Yang Xi murmured and repeated, but her eyes were a little confused, just thoughtful.

Xi Changchang looked a little worried and called her softly: "Yang Xi..."

Only then did she come back to her senses: "Zhong Jiamu is a person who has never had a sense of belonging and security. He is not so much disgusted with children as he is helpless." Seeing Xi Changchang's somewhat disappointed face, she thought again

He said sarcastically: "But what do you have to worry about? No matter what he was like in the past, as long as he is yours, doesn't he treat it like a treasure?"

Although Yang Xi sometimes spoke tactfully and even harshly, she never told a lie.

The stone that had been hanging for so many days fell to the ground. Xi Changchang was slightly relieved, but before he could let go, he lifted it up again and looked at Yang Xi hurriedly: "Can you promise me not to tell Zhong about this first?"

Jiamu?"

"Why?"

Xi Changchang bit his lip: "He is now in his third year of high school. If he knew about it, he would definitely not want to continue going to school."

"According to his character, he would indeed do this." Yang Xi understood, but still disagreed: "But how long can you keep it secret?"

"I have already agreed with him that I will go home in about ten days." Xi Changchang was also a little helpless: "Then I told my parents that if I stay here, there will be no problems in the past few months -

—Even if there is any problem, I have no other solution. I plan to tell them after I pass the college entrance examination."

Thinking of the reaction of Zhong Jiamu and his parents after the Dong Chuang incident, Xi Changchang felt listless.

Yang Xi didn't speak, but looked at her with an unexplained look. It wasn't until Xi Changchang looked uncomfortable that she spoke quietly: "Before today, I always thought you were just a submissive person.

I never thought that a person like you would actually make such a decision."

Her tone was faint, and Xi Changchang couldn't tell whether it was praise or criticism. He just asked what he had been worried about: "Can you help me hide it from Zhong Jiamu first?"

"Don't worry." Yang Xi raised the corner of her mouth: "I can do anything. The only thing I will never touch is nosy."

Xi Changchang's heart dropped to her stomach, and she said with gratitude: "Thank you."

Yang Xi looked at Xi Changchang with that look again, shook her head slightly and murmured: "I suddenly understand Zhong Jiamu a little bit... but I also sympathize with him - I don't know what his reaction will be when he finds out."

She suddenly stretched out her hand and put it on Xi Changchang's hand: "But since you have made this decision, no matter who objects - even Zhong Jiamu, don't waver. Can you also promise me

?”

Her palms were a little cold, but there was a dim but firm light in her eyes.

She acted so solemnly, as if she was entrusting something very important.

At this moment, Yang Xi no longer seemed to be the girl who looked at Yan Xing with admiration, but instead felt a strange sentimentality.

Xi Changchang couldn't help but be stunned, and suddenly felt kind to Yang Xi like this, and nodded with a smile.

When Zhong Jiamu returned home, Xi Changchang couldn't help but mention to him: "Yang Xi looks cold, but she's actually a pretty good person."

Zhong Jiamu asked: "Is Yang Xi here today?"

Xi Changchang nodded without forgetting to sigh: "There is also a shining big shot."

Zhong Jiamu seemed a little unhappy: "I called Song Qin, but I didn't expect him to ask Yang Xi to come."

"Can't Yang Xi come?" The book says well, if a man refuses to let his female friends see you, then there must be something wrong with him.

Xi Changchang pouted.

Seeing her jealous look, Zhong Jiamu smiled and touched her hair, but still said: "Don't see her again in the future."

"Why? Isn't she your friend?" Xi Changchang complained as she couldn't tell that Zhong Jiamu was still the kind of person who did one thing in front of her and did another behind her back.

"She is very good." Zhong Jiamu explained: "But you are not from her circle."

Speaking of this, Xi Changchang thought of the beautiful Yang Xi and the monty Song Xianyu. Then he looked at himself who had neither wealth nor appearance, and began to think wildly: "Zhong Jiamu, do you know me from time to time?"

No one is ordinary. Occasionally, when you meet an ordinary person like me, you will have the illusion that I, an ordinary person, are extraordinary. Slowly, you will find that in fact, I, the extraordinary person in your heart, is actually a very, very ordinary person.

that?"

She talked a lot like a tongue twister. Zhong Jiamu couldn't laugh or cry when she heard it. He scratched her frowning nose and said something like a tongue twister: "I have never thought about whether they are ordinary, nor have I ever thought about whether you are ordinary."

It’s not that they are ordinary, but whether they are ordinary or not, they are not you.”

Xi Changchang discovered a very serious question: "Zhong Jiamu, it turns out that we can also be like Qiong Yao."

However, even though it was very Qiong Yao, she was still very happy to hear it.

Zhong Jiamu posted over with a bad smile: "Actually, we can still be like Li An."

Xi Changchang smiled softly: "Actually, I prefer Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Do you want to try it?"

Although it was a gag, she was still very cautious about Zhong Jiamu always having such a beautiful woman beside her: "Zhong Jiamu, do you think Yang Xi is beautiful?"

"Well, it's not bad." Zhong Jiamu picked up the book at hand and answered nonchalantly.

That would be considered okay, but what about her? Who is she? Doesn’t it mean that she is not good enough to be a scumbag?

"Do you think she has a good figure?" Xi Changchang continued to find out.

Looking at Xi Changchang who was interrogating a suspect, Zhong Jiamu closed the book dumbfounded: "If you want to ask anything, just ask."

Xi Changchang twirled her fingers, pretending not to care or take it seriously: "You guys grew up together, and you never thought about being with her?"

Zhong Jiamu's expression changed, and he did not answer, but only half-joked: "Looking at how suspicious you are now, did you say anything bad about me today?"

Speaking of this, Xi Changchang became even more depressed. He finally found someone who knew Zhong Jiamu thoroughly, and the answer was that Zhong Jiamu had been acting like a jerk since he was a child. He didn't even have an embarrassing joke. He tried to think back to noon.

Xi Changchang lowered his little head as he recounted the conversation. Well...it seemed like she was the one who was talking all the time. The only piece of information Yang Xi confided seemed to be that she was only two years older than Zhong Jiamu. Thinking of the secret that was revealed today,

Xi Changchang said tentatively: "We talked about children today."

Zhong Jiamu stiffened, and the book he was holding fell to the ground with a "clang". The back of the book hit the ground first, and the written part of the paper was turned over one after another. There was a loud clatter before the dust settled, and he lay quietly.

on the ground.

Zhong Jiamu just stood there, as if he was unaware, and his face was extremely ugly. Xi Changchang was a little worried: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhong Jiamu came back to his senses, leaned over to pick up the book, and smiled when he raised his head: "My hand slipped a little."

His smile was too forced, and Xi Changchang asked suspiciously: "What's wrong?" Thinking of what Shicai said, she lowered her eyes: "Or... do you hate children so much?"

Zhong Jiamu didn't say anything, but suddenly hugged her, his arms so hard, as if he was afraid that he would lose her in the next second.

He buried his head in her neck: "Smile."

Xi Changchang asked: "What's wrong?"

"You can't leave me."

Zhong Jiamu's voice sounded muffled, and the air seemed to become sad. Xi Changchang was not used to it, and deliberately asked: "Why should I leave you?"

Zhong Jiamu shook his head and just said: "Anyway, I just want you to promise that you will never leave me in the future."

He was as unreasonable as a child. Xi Changchang said in an almost coaxing tone: "Okay, I agree." Suddenly an idea changed, and she also asked: "Don't be angry with me in the future."

Zhong Jiamu let go of his arms slightly and looked into her eyes: "What did you do?"

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It's really hard to coax, not even fish in troubled waters.

Xi Changchang is showing off what he has learned: "Anyway, I just want you to promise that you will never be angry with me in the future!"

The roles were reversed, but Zhong Jiamu did not inherit the soft-heartedness of senior Wu Xi at all, and still asked: "What on earth did you do?"

Zhong Jiamu glanced coldly, and Xi Changchang swallowed and explained: "Actually, I haven't had to do it yet. I estimate that I will do it in six or seven months..." So now I want to get a gold medal to avoid death.

It will be an ugly death in the future...

In fact, not only did she not get the gold medal for immunity from death, but she herself was almost tricked out by Zhong Jiamu of an unspeakable secret.

Fortunately, Xi's mother made a phone call at that time and he survived.

Thinking about it now, I still feel scared. With Zhong Jiamu's ability to beat around the bush, it would be a waste of talent not to become an interrogator.

Xi Changchang was walking on the street with milk tea in her hand, thinking wildly.

Since I came here, I have been staying at home. For more than ten days, I have rarely seen the sunshine outside. Today I finally got tired and got some air.

It was working time and there shouldn't be so many people on the street, but there were many people dressed as students in groups. Xi Changchang curiously walked forward with the crowd.

It turned out that it was a popular singer coming to the concert, and his profile on the poster was indeed somewhat handsome.

Xi Changchang looked at it carefully for a few times and couldn't help but mutter: I don't know if I have done it before - but even if I did, I wouldn't be as handsome as the Zhong family.

Since falling in love with Zhong Jiamu, someone's nymphomaniac level has dropped rapidly...

Several female students walked by, all with excited faces and undisguised expectations.

Xi Changchang suddenly remembered Zhang Xinzhe, whom he once liked. At that time, there were no Walkmans and cassettes. As soon as class was over, he put on his headphones and listened intoxicatedly, writing full lyrics in the textbook, from Ai Ru to

The tide reached something. At that time, the happiest thing I felt was that one day Jeff Chang would sing to me in person.

Then she started listening to Jay Chou. At that time, Simple Love was the most popular thing, and his slurred voice could be heard everywhere in the streets. So she fell in love with someone else and began to dream that one day she could watch baseball and ride bicycles with Jay Chou.

…

Thinking about it, I was really cute when I was sixteen or seventeen years old.

Sixteen or seventeen years old!!

Xi Changchang started a new round of random thoughts again. Zhong Jiamu is also at the same age now. Could it be that he also has a temporary obsession with herself? Could it be that this cannot be regarded as love at all? Could it be that one day he will also empathize with others?

Love? Will it happen...

She was thinking in a daze, when suddenly there was a harsh brake sound, and a force pulled her back. The milk tea fell to the ground, the quilt tore, and gray-blue liquid spilled all over the floor.

She was still in shock when she saw that she had walked onto the road unknowingly, and a driver poked his head out of the car window: "Do you have eyes? xxx!" and then walked away.

Xi Changchang let out a long breath - the car was very close to her, which was really dangerous. If someone hadn't helped her, she would be...

She quickly turned around and thanked: "Thank you..."

Just halfway through speaking, she froze there. The man behind her was noble and distinguished, with extraordinary quality clothes and silver half-rimmed glasses.