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Heizi stood outside the door, rolled up his sleeves and wiped his wet eyes.
During the conversation between Zhang Moyan and Dr. Xu, he stood by. This tough guy cried on the spot when he heard that there was a high possibility of the child being born with autism. To avoid letting An Yuan notice anything unusual, he even asked him to bring a makeup kit to cover up his facial expressions before coming over.
Heizi waited for a while, until there was no more sound in the room before raising his hand to knock on the door.
Zhang Moyan opened the door, and the room was pitch black. "What's the matter?" he asked in a low voice.
Looking at Zhang Moyan's swollen eyes, Heizi almost couldn't help but cry.
"What are you crying for, you little brat!"
"The panic of feeling uncomfortable in my heart, wanting to cry, do I have to report this to you as well?"
"You're feeling itchy, right? Long story short, don't say too much!"
"I'll go back to accompany Niu Niu." Heizi handed the file under his arm to Zhang Moyan and then turned and left.
In the light of the corridor, Zhang Moyan flipped through the file, then closed it with a serious expression.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, go to sleep."
Late at night, under the regular strokes of the big palm, An Yuan quickly fell into a deep sleep, but Zhang Moyan was not sleepy at all.
The boats sent by Heizi searched for a long time but found no trace of Yiyang. They thought he might have been swallowed by a fish, but it turned out that Yang Wei had already rescued him.
Of course, An Yuan was able to get ashore and out of danger as soon as possible. To be honest, Zhang Moyan is very grateful for this. So from this perspective, the conditions given by Yang Wei in the document are not too harsh. It's just that now, this matter is no longer simple. Even if we don't consider An Yuan, there is still Secretary Wang's life at stake in the middle.
How can the life of a partner who has been loyal and friendly to him for nearly twenty years be measured with money?
Zhang Moyan leaned against the pillow, massaged the throbbing temples, and looked at the sleeping An Yuan in his arms. Perhaps, only when he was by An Yuan's side could he find a little peace.
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With Dr. Xu's constant nagging, An Yuan improved in a short time, even if his physical condition was poor.
"How do you feel? Are you really okay?" Zhang Moyan looked at An Yuan, who had changed clothes, with concern.
"You can't continue to stay with Dr. Xu, otherwise there will be no peace at home," An Yuan said, frowning.
The curve of the belly has increased, making it inconvenient for An Yuan to do anything, so she can only sit on the edge of the bed and struggle to put her feet into her shoes.
"Let me do it," Zhang Moyan said, pointing to An Yuan's slightly pouted lips. Then she squatted down, gently pulled up the heel of the shoe, and tied the front shoelaces into a tight knot to prevent them from coming loose and tripping An Yuan.
"It's been almost a month, Dad will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, so I have to go see him and Mom today no matter what." An Yuan is full of stubbornness.
"Okay, okay, today is today, get up and take a few steps."
An Yuan sat still, just looking at him.
"What's wrong?"
Looking at An Yuan's gaze falling back to his stomach, "Is your stomach not feeling well?" Zhang Moyan nervously reached for the phone to call Dr. Xu.
"No, it's nothing..." An Yuan lowered his head.
"How about... let Dr. Xu take a look just to be safe," Zhang Moyan started to make a call, but was stopped by An Yuan.
"It's actually nothing serious... it's just that you haven't kissed the baby today..." An Yuan blushed.
The words were spoken softly, but Zhang Moyan still heard them. He immediately smiled, crouched down, and then planted two loud kisses on An Yuan's prominent belly. "It's true that people's memories fade as they get older. Baby, forgive Daddy."
As Zhang Moyan spoke, his eyes were fixed on An Yuan.
"Okay, if there's nothing else, let's go." An Yuan avoided eye contact, feeling intimidated by Zhang Moyan's shining eyes.
"Sure, let's do it your way."
Driving the car, the two of them went to the hospital after making a trip to the mall, buying two large bags of items, most of which were supplements for the two elderly people.
Hospital
It's been almost a month since they last saw An Yuan. Although An's mother and An's father don't say it out loud, they always miss him in their hearts.
An's father was sitting on the hospital bed reading, suddenly remembered something and then looked at the clock, "Hey, wife, An Yuan, are they almost here? Can you go down and meet them?"
No response. He looked up and saw that he was the only one left in the ward. "She's even more proactive than me."
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