Temporary Husband: The Pregnant Wife Runs Away

She had just finished bathing, her hair was slightly wet, and a woman looked different before and after removing her makeup, but she didn't seem to be much different.

The sober little face, white, tender and flawless, crystal clear, seems to be able to squeeze out water. The clean and fresh bedroom seemed to be filled with the scent of her bath.

His gaze made Tang Xin feel like a little snake being targeted by an eagle, and his whole body was chilled.

"Anyone you like?" he asked suddenly.

She stood at the end of the bed and shook her head uneasily, "No."

"That means you haven't tasted the taste of a man?"

His words were too straightforward, she shyly bit her lip.

Then the air fell silent...

He still stared at her with icy eyes, as if he was thinking about what to do with a prey in hand.

After a long time, Li Yunshen turned over the photo frame beside him, "Put her on it."

Tang Xin stepped forward to take the photo frame, and when she saw it, her face turned pale, and her whole body was shaking.

The girl in the photo is exactly the same as the posthumous photo he brought at the wedding, but the photo is colorful, which makes the girl's smile more innocent.

Who is this girl? Why even have her in their room?

And, on the bedside table on her side?

Finally, without touching her, he lay down and fell asleep. And she slept on her side, facing this photo, her heart was too hairy to fall asleep, the figure occupying less than one third of the bed curled into a small shrimp shape, her eyes opened until dawn.

The man got up at 7:00, went downstairs at 7:00, and went out at 7:40 after breakfast, as if the standard steps had been formed early, very regular.

There was no news about him downstairs, Tang Xin immediately opened his eyes pretending to be asleep, didn't dare to look at the photo on the bedside table again, found the clothes in the suitcase and ran into the bathroom.

After covering the blue shadow on her eyes with powder, she went downstairs. When Sister Liu asked her what she would like for breakfast, she knew that it was just out of duty, but she was still flattered, so she asked for a Chinese breakfast, which was just the right amount of nutritious porridge and some unique pickled side dishes. There is also warmth.

Sister Liu is the housekeeper in the manor. She is as expressionless as the owner of the manor, cold and serious. Here, everyone called her "Miss Tang" because the owner of the manor did not announce her identity to them.

From the moment she stepped in here, she seemed to have no place to stand.

After breakfast, Tang Xin went upstairs to sort out the personal items she brought. However, not long after she returned to her room, Sister Liu brought a foreigner up.

"Miss Tang, this Mr. Smith is a well-known psychiatrist, and he was invited to see your doctor."

Tang Xin's heart suddenly became painful, her face turned pale, and her emotions were out of control.

"I'm not sick! You let him go! Let him go now!"

"This type of patient usually says she's not sick, and she's in a bit of a bad situation right now."

After that Dr. Smith said regretfully, he asked the two assistants he brought behind him to hold her down. Although he spoke English, she understood.

Weak strength struggled.

The medicine was poured into the syringe and spilled from the sharp needle... These images were never unfamiliar to her, it was a sedative.

Fear, helplessness.

It turns out that nightmares never wake up! forever……

Before she fainted, she saw a figure standing at the door, looking at her struggling, looking at her despair, and then...

When she saw him smile, she just gave a cold tick, but she did smile, cruelly...