He saw Qiao Xu and Shen Zeheng walking side by side out of the café, chatting on their way to the hospital.
As Qiao Xu followed Shen Zeheng all the way into the hospital’s main entrance, Lu Moqing’s face was covered with a cold frost-like expression.
When Qiao Xu returned to the hospital, Xia Yumo had just woken up.
"Mo Mo, Director Wang has already arranged for your termination of pregnancy. Do you really..."
Qiao Xu pursed her lips and asked again: "Do you really not plan to tell Gu Junhang about the child?"
Xia Yumo’s thin body stiffened slightly, followed by shaking her head, "No need, what’s the use if I told him? The child still has to be removed, right?"
"Xuxu, I’m fine, really, this child shouldn’t have co in the first place, now it’s heaven helping make this decision, there’s nothing to be entangled about."
Xia Yumo caressed her still-flat belly; although she said so, when she spoke, her heart still ached with every word.
Qiao Xu did not try to persuade her anymore, she could only stay in the hospital and accompany her until 6 o’clock in the afternoon.
It was now winter, and the sky had already darkened at six o’clock.
Xia Yumo looked at the dark outside and said to Qiao Xu, "Xuxu, I don’t have much to do now, you’ve accompanied all day, you can go ho first."
Seeing that Qiao Xu was still worried, Xia Yumo hurriedly said, "I’m really fine, besides, there are doctors and nurses here, if I need anything, I can just press the call bell."
At last, Qiao Xu left the hospital under Xia Yumo’s insistence.
Lu Residence.
When Lu Moqing arrived ho, it was dinner ti.
In the living room, the old lady was playing with Qiao Yi, but he never saw Qiao Xu’s shadow.
Thinking of her going into the hospital with Shen Zeheng, Lu Moqing’s heart felt a sharp sting.
While angry, he also felt more lost.
"Moqing, you are back."
Lu Moqing nodded, suppressing the depression in his heart, and walked in after changing his slippers.
"Where is Xuxu? She hasn’t returned yet?"
Lu Moqing asked with a bit of hope.
"Oh, Xuxu called and said she was going to have dinner with a friend and won’t be back for dinner."
Having dinner with a friend?
Lu Moqing instinctively thought of Shen Zeheng, and his hand holding the briefcase clenched due to the surge of anger.
"Old Mada, Young Master, Little Young Master, it’s ti for dinner."
Thinking about Qiao Xu having dinner with Shen Zeheng, Lu Moqing didn’t have much of an appetite.
But fearing that the old lady would worry about him, he reluctantly walked to the dining table and sat down.
Qiao Yi’s taste was very similar to Qiao Xu’s, and once he liked a dish, he would keep eating it.
As Qiao Yi’s plate was almost empty, Lu Moqing picked up his chopsticks and directly knocked Qiao Yi’s chopsticks away.
"This is your mommy’s favorite dish, if you eat it all, what will she eat?"
Qiao Xu, who had just returned ho and was standing in the entrance hall changing her slippers, paused slightly upon hearing Lu Moqing’s words.
At the dining table, Little Qiao Yiyi looked at his father’s unfriendly action with a "tragic" expression, and protested:
"Mommy already told great-grandma that she wouldn’t be ho for dinner."
Lu Moqing’s face beca sowhat unpleasant, and he also felt inexplicable.
That heartless woman was already out having dinner with another man, so why was he wishfully thinking of helping her steal food from their son’s plate?
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