You have Bai Yueguang, why are you in such a hurry when I choose a male model?

Shen Yanzhou, who was originally very irritable, calmed down a lot after hearing Li Wanhe's voice and smelling the scent coming from her body.

"Well, I encountered some trouble at work." Shen Yanzhou raised his hand and waved at her, motioning her to come over.

Li Wanhe came to his side, Shen Yanzhou raised his hands and hugged her in his arms, then buried his face in Li Wanhe's chest, closed his eyes and smelled the fragrance emanating from her body again and again.

His hands were not honest either, and he kept touching Li Wanhe's body. After touching Li Wanhe's slightly bulging belly, Shen Yanzhou opened his eyes and looked at her slightly bulging belly.

He raised his hand and touched it, his voice a little hoarse: "Do you really want to keep this child?"

"You want him to be born as the Shen family's illegitimate child?"

In fact, Shen Yanzhou really didn't want this child, but every time he asked Li Wanhe to have an abortion, she fooled him. Until now, the child is four months old and has taken shape.

Now abortion would cause great harm to her, so Shen Yanzhou no longer mentioned this matter.

But because of this cub, he hasn't touched Li Wanhe for nearly two months.

So he doesn't like this cub.

Li Wanhe leaned against him, her voice still delicate: "Boss Shen, are you willing to give it up?"

"This is also your flesh and blood." She tilted her head back and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Li Wanhe's hands were also not very honest. Her small hands, as white as jade, wandered over Shen Yanzhou's body, igniting the fire bit by bit.

"What a witch! She can't even rest even when she's pregnant." Shen Yanzhou said in a hoarse voice as he lowered his head and kissed Li Wanhe's tender lips.

The temperature in the office gradually rose, and the frosted glass was slowly covered with a thin layer of mist.

Low growls and gasps echoed throughout the large office.

This great harmony of life continued until late at night.

Shen Yanzhou sat on the edge of the bed with his upper body naked and his lower body covered with a white quilt.

He held a cigarette in his hand, but did not light it.

Li Wanhe lay beside him and fell asleep again.

Shen Yanzhou looked back at Li Wanhe. The silk quilt was still on her, highlighting her current appearance.

From her appearance, she seemed to be curled up and sleeping soundly. Perhaps because she was a mother, her hands were placed on her slightly bulging belly. Her small face, the size of a palm, was exposed with a blush on it.

Perhaps because she was sleeping in an uncomfortable position, Li Wanhe turned over and the quilt on her body slipped off. Shen Yanzhou saw it and raised his hand to cover her.

After covering himself, he got up and went to the bathroom. After taking a shower, Shen Yanzhou cleaned up Li Wanhe and left the lounge with her in his arms.

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It was three days later that Yan Chu finished the work at hand. He stood up from his desk, took his coat and left.

When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor had already removed the plaster wraps from Song Buci's hands.

The fingers that were once as white as jade are now covered with scars from crooked sutures. They look like centipedes coiled around the ten fingers, which is particularly scary.

Song Buci raised his hands and looked at his hands repeatedly, his eyes full of shock.

After watching it, I blurted out: "It's so ugly."

The people nearby heard what she said and came over to comfort her.

Chen Jue reached out and took Song Buci's hands, lowered his head and carefully touched the back of his hands to comfort him: "It's not ugly, not ugly at all."

"Yes, very beautiful, who said it's ugly?" Song Yunshen agreed.

Song Baiqian said with a smile: "Buci's hands look good any way they are."

Song Chenyu had no choice but to take out his cell phone and send a message to his housekeeper, asking him to find a reputable hospital for scar removal surgery.

Fu Nanfeng didn't say anything, his eyes fixed on her hands in a daze.

No one noticed Yan Chu's arrival. He walked over, looked down at Song Buci's hands and said, "It's a bit ugly, but you can get some tattoos to cover it up."

Song Buci shook his head and said, "Just wear a pair of gloves."

She looked at Fu Nanfeng who was not far away and saw that his eyes were unfocused and he looked dazed.

Is it because of her hands that he looks like this?

Amidst everyone's comfort, the doctor came in. After a checkup, the doctor found that the ten fingers had healed well and that they would be back to normal after some rehabilitation training.

"Her hands aren't healed yet, so she can't lift anything heavy and it's impossible for her to bump into anything. Please be careful."

"We understand." Song Yunshen continued.

The doctor left after giving some examination and some instructions. Yan Chu came to the hospital to find Song Yunshen and others.

Several people were here, and he called them to the balcony to start a conversation.

"When will we take action against Dingsheng?" Yan Chu asked, reaching into his pocket and taking out a pack of cigarettes to smoke one.

But he was glared back at by Chen Jue. He put away his inkstone and pressed the tip of his tongue against his palate, feeling a craving for a cigarette.

Because during the month of seizing power, Yan Chu was in a state of tension every day. In order to relieve the pressure, he learned to smoke like others, and he could not go back after that.

"After the New Year." Song Yunshen thought for a moment and said, "Let him have a good New Year, and then we'll start the work."

Chen Jue nodded: "I agree. Let him run wild for a while during the New Year."

Fu Nanfeng didn't say anything, just nodded in response.

Yan Chu continued, "Do we need to make a plan before we take action?"

"A perfect plan."

"There's no perfect plan in the world, so let's stick to the previous plan." Song Yunshen shook his head. "Now let's collect all the bad things he did."

To get rid of Shen Yanzhou, you must strike him with a fatal blow and not give him a chance to turn the tables.

They discussed on the balcony for a long time, so long that everyone outside looked towards the balcony.

Song Baiqian frowned and asked, "What are they talking about? Is that the only thing they can talk about?"

Song Chenyu had long since abdicated, and he no longer cared about business matters. He continued, "It's good to be able to chat. It means there's cooperation."

Song Buci knew what they were talking about, after all, it was she who proposed this matter.

It seems that they can't wait to get Shen Yanzhou down.

After the conversation, everyone walked out of the balcony one by one. Yan Chu exchanged a few words with them and then left.

It was getting late, and Chen Jue still had time to work on his work, so he left.

After Fu Nanfeng walked out of the balcony, his eyes fell on Song Buci's hands. Looking at the horrific scars covering his fair skin, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Song Buci also looked at him, and after noticing his expression, he slightly clenched his hands.

Her hands were not yet able to bend freely, so she clasped her hands and lowered her head slightly.

Sure enough, he still disliked it.

Song Buci laughed at himself, but soon he thought, since he disliked her, then they should break up.

Song Buci has no shortage of men around her.