Mr. Lu, the wife was the white moonlight that night

Xia Ling just can't see Wang Rou's aggressive and successful look.

She directly ranted on Ye Jiahe's behalf, "What's none of your business?"

"I'm so sorry, I also bought it as a gift for Jing Mo."

Wang Rou admired Ye Jiahe's embarrassment, and said, "Oh, no, now it should be said that it was given to my child's father. Ms. Ye, I advise you not to waste your time. Every birthday, Jing Mo is with me. We spent it together. He said long ago that he only cares about my presents. Think about it, has he ever accepted your presents?"

Ye Jiahe's face became more and more embarrassing, and his heart felt as if he had been pricked by a needle.

She simply said to the cabinet sister: "I don't want this pair of buttons anymore, give them to her."

After finishing speaking, she pulled Xia Ling and left the store as if fleeing.

Xia Ling was about to die of anger, she pointed at the store and cursed: "Isn't it just that the mistress is pregnant with an illegitimate child? What's there to show off?"

Ye Jiahe's drooping eyelashes covered the sadness in his eyes, and he said in a low voice, "At least, she still has a child. But I have nothing."

Xia Ling looked at her distressedly, and said: "I have reminded you a long time ago, leave as soon as you leave, and don't repeat the same mistakes. Now, you have fallen into it again! Then tell me, should we choose this gift or not? gone?"

"No, I want to make him a birthday cake myself."

Ye Jiahe seemed to have figured it out. She forced a smile and said, "He never ate the birthday cakes I made last year. This time, it's the last time I'll make this for him."

……

At the same time, Wang Rou asked the nurse to take her to Lu's after she finished shopping for gifts.

As soon as Lu Jingmo returned to the office after the meeting, he found Wang Rou waiting for him.

He was slightly surprised and asked, "Why are you here?"

Wang Rou smiled gently and said, "If you don't come to see me and the baby, we have to come and see you."

Lu Jingmo frowned, and explained: "Didn't I tell you before? My grandfather is seriously ill, and I have to accompany him recently."

"How is grandpa doing now?"

Wang Rou pretended to be concerned and asked, "Is he better?"

Lu Jingmo sighed slightly, and said, "It's still the same."

Wang Rou thought to herself, the old thing can really last, so why isn't it dead?

But she looked regretful on the surface, and said: "Hey, grandpa's life is really hard. I see that you have taken care of him recently, and you have lost a lot of weight. I really feel sorry for him."

"I'm fine, you just need to take care of yourself and don't let me worry about it." Lu Jingmo said lightly: "I still have to work, you go back first."

Wang Rou deliberately ignored Lu Jingmo's indifferent expression, smiled unnaturally, and said, "I know, you are not happy every day because of Grandpa's affairs. But, your birthday is coming up, and it only happens once a year. As a gift, I It's ready, and I've also booked the restaurant."

Lu Jingmo frowned slightly, as if there was something unspeakable.

However, facing such an enthusiastic Wang Rou, he hesitated to speak.

And Wang Rou stroked her stomach, and said, "This year your birthday is different from usual. After all, now my baby and I are celebrating your birthday together!"

Lu Jingmo twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled forcedly.

Wang Rou desperately took him to recall the past, and said leisurely: "Do you still remember? At this time last year, you still said to me, when will we be able to hold hands on the street in an open and aboveboard manner? When will you be able to call me "Mrs. Lu"?"

"Rou'er, don't bring it up again."

Lu Jingmo interrupted her coldly, and said, "We are no longer what we were in the past. People always have to look forward and look to the future."

Wang Rou pretended not to understand, and said with a smile: "My future also depends on you. The future of me and the baby depends on you."

Lu Jingmo only felt very depressed.

Wang Rou asked persistently: "This year's birthday is still the same as in previous years, right? No matter how busy you are usually, you must spare me this day."

Lu Jingmo couldn't hide anything, so he simply said the truth: "I have already promised my grandfather this year that I will spend this birthday with him."

There was a trace of strangeness in Wang Rou's eyes, and then she asked pitifully, "Is there really only grandpa? You two, grandpa and grandson, are living together, aren't you too lonely?"

Lu Jingmo paused, and said, "There is also Ye Jiahe."

Wang Rou's heart sank violently, and the hand hanging by her side unconsciously clenched.

She knew that this woman had returned to Lu Jingmo's side.

Ye Jiahe was like her nightmare, as long as she was there, she would never be happy.

Wang Rou gritted her teeth with hatred, but she couldn't show it in front of Lu Jingmo.

She could only say with tears in her eyes: "Jing Mo, since we met, we celebrate each other's birthdays every year. This year, are you really so cruel to leave me alone?"

Speaking of this, she suddenly thought of something, and tentatively said: "Otherwise, I'll go there too, shall I go with you? I think that grandpa is so sick now, maybe he thinks that my pregnancy is a happy event and a comfort. .”

Lu Jingmo rubbed his eyebrows irritably, and said, "Haven't we discussed this matter long ago? You can't appear in front of the old man, because he will never tolerate you."

Wang Rou's jealousy grew hotter and hotter.

Therefore, even if she is pregnant with a child, she is not qualified to appear in front of Mr. Lu.

And Ye Jiahe, a divorced chicken who doesn't lay eggs, can enjoy the favor of her ex-husband with peace of mind?

Wang Rou could tell that Lu Jingmo had made up his mind that he would not spend this birthday with her again.

Coming out of Lu Jingmo's office, Wang Rou couldn't help crying.

Why, people become so fast?

Last year, they were still so sweet. He promised that he would give her the place of Mrs. Lu, and that he would let her stay by her side forever.

But why now, she can no longer see love in his eyes?

Ye Jiahe!

It's all Ye Jiahe!

Wang Rou really couldn't accept it, Lu Jingmo's affection for her seemed to have been exhausted, and it was coming to an end.

On the day before Lu Jingmo's birthday, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, and could no longer restrain her twisted and jealous heart.

……

Cardiac surgery.

The nurse walked to the door of the office and shouted, "Ye Jiahe, someone is looking for you!"

After Ye Jiahe went out, she found that Wang Rou was sitting in a wheelchair, waiting for her.

She wanted to turn around and leave without talking nonsense to her.

But Wang Rou's wheelchair has already stopped in front of her, and she is not going to let her pass here.

Wang Rou's expression was a little distorted, she looked at her gloomyly, and said, "Don't worry, I just want to ask you a few words, and it won't delay you for too long."

Fearing that there would be too many people outside, Ye Jiahe came to the stairwell with her.

She glanced at the watch on her wrist and said, "You only have 5 minutes. When the 5 minutes are up, I will go back to work. If you have anything to say, just say it!"

Although Wang Rou was very calm, the coldness in her eyes was shocking enough.

She said word by word: "Miss Ye, have you returned to Jing Mo's side again?"

Ye Jiahe paused, and said: "Yes, Grandpa Lu is sick, we have to be more affectionate in order to hide it from Grandpa's eyes. Didn't Lu Jingmo tell you about this?"

"Of course he did."

Wang Rou pretended to be depressed and sighed, and said: "He has also been troubled by this matter recently! He obviously doesn't love you anymore, but he still pretends to be husband and wife with you. Ms. Ye, you must be enjoying the fun of it, right? Perhaps, you can only enjoy the feeling of being husband and wife with Jing Mo for the last time when grandpa is alive."

Wang Rou described her as humble and pitiful.

Ye Jiahe's self-esteem seemed to be trampled under her feet.

I just heard Ye Jiahe say word by word: "Not everyone is like you, ignorant and superficial. Besides, the matter between me and Lu Jingmo has nothing to do with you. Now, I have been divorced from him for so long, don't you? Is there no way to get him to give you the position of Mrs. Lu now?"

Wang Rou's face changed suddenly.

Unexpectedly, this woman dared to mock her!

She sneered, narrowed her eyes and said, "Miss Ye, I always thought you were an honest person. Back then, you promised me something in order to let me let your father out. You won't forget it so quickly, right? Are you really that despicable? Or if the scar is healed and you forget the pain, you won't be afraid of your father going in again?"

Ye Jiahe's eyes suddenly turned cold.

It's good that Wang Rou didn't mention it, but since she did, Ye Jiahe said, "Whether your car accident was caused by my father or not, you know in your heart."

She looked at Wang Rou carefully, and clearly saw that the woman had several guilty consciences on her face.

Wang Rou's mouth was stubborn, and she insisted: "Why? Could it be that, not long after your father was released, you were about to cross the river and tear down the bridge? Well, let's not talk about your father today, but you! You used to be the most despised A woman who destroys other people's families? Didn't you hate me the most before?"

Ye Jiahe looked at her inexplicably, and said coldly: "I also hate you very much now."

"But now, you are slowly becoming like me."

Wang Rou's eyes seemed to be mixed with devil-like gloom, and she pressed her step by step: "Don't forget, you have divorced Jing Mo, and you have nothing to do with each other. And I, Jing Mo is the first one in my stomach." Child, we already have the reality of husband and wife. If you are still entangled with him at this time, what is the difference between you and me? "

Ye Jiahe was shocked by Wang Rou's words.

She suddenly felt blushing hot, because she was really humiliated.

Yes, how much I hated this woman who ruined her family; but now, aren't I doing the same thing?

Looking at Wang Rou's hideous face, Ye Jiahe's heart turned cold.

No, she doesn't want to, she can never become Wang Rou.

After Ye Jiahe finished talking with Wang Rou, she returned to Core silently.

She sat on the chair blankly, feeling inexplicably disturbed.

She suddenly discovered that the positions of herself and Wang Rou had been completely reversed unconsciously.

Wang Rou was pregnant with Lu Jingmo's child, and she almost became a mistress.

She was no longer the Mrs. Lu who could be justified, she was just Lu Jingmo's ex-wife.

At this moment, Jin Nanping hurried into the office and said, "Student Ye, I was supposed to be on duty the day after tomorrow, but I have an emergency the day after tomorrow, so the shift has been transferred to tomorrow. Do you have time? If it is not convenient, I will be on duty alone That's okay too. Go and do your work."

Ye Jiahe originally wanted to cancel everything tomorrow and celebrate Lu Jingmo's birthday exclusively.

But now, she just nodded lightly and said, "I can do it tomorrow."

"Okay, then it's settled."

Jin Nanping felt a little inexplicable joy at the thought of personally taking Ye Jiahe on duty.

He couldn't help laughing at himself, it was obviously not the first day he was taking care of the students, why did he have such an inexplicable feeling?

Or, Ye Jiahe was really different to him.

When he went back that night, Ye Jiahe told Lu Jingmo and Mr. Lu that he was going to be on duty.

Both grandparents and grandchildren are regretful.

Especially Lu Jingmo.

He asked: "Can't you ask for leave or transfer a shift? Must be on duty tomorrow?"

"Well, I can't find someone to transfer shifts."

Ye Jiahe found a good excuse and said, "Besides, I'm just an intern, how can I have the right to decide when I'm on duty?"

Upon hearing this, Old Man Lu said, "Yes, Jing Mo, Jiahe's internship is not easy, so don't make things difficult for her. It's the same if you have the heart."

Lu Jingmo suddenly remembered something, he said: "No, isn't the Cheng Jing who took you before fired? Then, who are you on duty now?"

Ye Jiahe was stunned and did not dare to tell him that he was on duty with Jin Nanping.

Otherwise, this man is domineering and possessive, if he finds out that she is on duty with Jin Nanping, what troubles will arise.

Therefore, Ye Jiahe concealed his guilty conscience and said, "Although Cheng Jing is gone, there are other teachers."

Lu Jingmo didn't think much about it, but the sense of gap in his heart was too great.

After all, this birthday was celebrated with the old man and Ye Jiahe, and it might be their last birthday together.

But Ye Jiahe had to work.

When sleeping at night, Ye Jiahe avoided Lu Jingmo's extended arm.

Wang Rou's words during the day turned over and over in her mind.

If she and Lu Jingmo were sleeping on the same bed now, she could lie to herself that it was for her grandfather's peace of mind, not for her own selfish desires.

But if she doesn't refuse those intimate behaviors with Lu Jingmo, then she will really be no different from Xiaosan.

Seemingly aware of Ye Jiahe's resistance and alienation, Lu Jingmo only felt that his hard work these days seemed to be back to the starting point, and it was all in vain.

His voice was extremely deep and hoarse in the darkness, and he said a little lonely, "Jiahe, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing."

Ye Jiahe answered bluntly and with a guilty conscience.

Lu Jingmo was silent for a long time, then gradually reached out his arms to wrap her around her, and buried his head in her neck.

He opened his mouth in frustration, and asked in a low voice: "Tomorrow, is it really because you can't start the shift?"

Ye Jiahe felt sad and helpless when he heard his childlike lonely tone.

God knows how much she wanted to celebrate his birthday.

Every year for his birthday, she prepared so meticulously, but she never once saw him blowing out the candles or seeing his smiling face.

But this year, when he finally looked back at her, she was no longer qualified to pay for him.