Chapter 818 It’s Not About Calculation, It’s About Yes (8)

Later, I heard that he met the girl frequently, and then he brought the girl home, and she read his diary...

Her thoughts every day were occupied by his affairs. If she hadn't happened to hear Sister Hua's words today, she might not have realized that her menstrual period had been delayed by nearly half. months time.

Like Tang Nuan, she would have the desire to vomit whenever she ate something or smelled something pungent in the past few days.

Moreover, she was lethargic, very hungry, lazy every day, and couldn't cheer up for anything...

Although she had never been pregnant, her mother went there when she first went to college and only taught her how to use sanitary napkins. The only woman in the family, the sister-in-law, didn't have time to get pregnant, so Song Cheng went there again, so about pregnancy. She didn't know some things about her, but she knew more or less...the above symptoms, just like Sister Hua said, most likely indicate pregnancy.

The more Song Qingchun thought about it, the more panicked he became.

Except for the time she had with Su Zhinian many years ago, she and Su Zhinian had only spent two nights together in the past six months. She took medicine on the first night, and she took the initiative to push him away in the hospital on the second night. At that time, she didn't know that he was her biological brother...

So if she was really pregnant, she must have been conceived that night...

Couldn't it be so unlucky that the legendary winning bid just happened to her?

What if she is really pregnant? Children of biological siblings must not be kept...

Song Qingchun raised his hand and rubbed his painful temples, and his whole body became restless for no reason.

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Su Zhinian had an important dinner in the evening and couldn't go back to Song's house for dinner. When he was about to get off work, he called Song Qingchun.

Su Zhinian always talks little. When she is alone with Song Qingchun, most of them are talkative. Song Qingchun chatters non-stop. Today, Song Qingchun's mind is occupied by the pregnancy. She is sitting in the office. Sitting on the chair, looking at the red sunset outside the window, the phone was answered a little carelessly, so that the two of them chatted for a few words before falling silent.

Su Zhinian, who was reviewing documents and answering the phone, waited for a long time, but didn't see any movement from Song Qingchun. He frowned slightly and called out: "Tingting?"

There was no reply, and Su Zhinian frowned even more: "Tingting? Tingting?"

"Huh?" Song Qingchun's hesitant voice finally came over the phone.

"What's wrong with you?" Su Zhinian couldn't see Song Qingchun's expression clearly across the phone and asked worriedly.

"Nothing..." Song Qingchun's voice sounded listless.

Su Zhinian was silent for a moment, then put down the pen in his hand, raised his hand and pressed the phone on the desk.

The landline was quickly connected.

Song Qingchun was on the other end of the phone and clearly heard Cheng Qingcong's voice coming from Su Zhinian's landline with the amplification turned on: "Mr. Su."

"Tonight's dinner is cancelled..."

As soon as Su Zhinian said this, Song Qingchun realized what he meant. She hurriedly called out to Su Zhinian: "Su Zhinian?"

When Su Zhinian heard her voice, he paused, said "Wait a moment" to Cheng Qingcong on the phone, and then said a low "Huh?" to the phone.